Tonart: G major
Intro 1
F#
G#m
A#m
B
G#m
A#m
B
G#m
A#m
B
B5
B
A#m
G#m
Verse 1
frontin' down there,
B5
G#m
they stuntin' down there
G#
They don't want me to send
them trucks around there
A#m
Get, get, hunnid niggas to
G#m
G#
With the bump around there,
G#m
get the dumping down there
G#
A#m
B5
Get, tell me why you creeps mad
G#m
Is it cause I leap past you so fast?
G#
G#m
And I didn't even speak fast
A#m
B5
B
Use a joke and a cheap blast
G#
do yourself a favor and eat glass
A#m
B5
I play fucking kickball
B
G#m
with you bean bags
G#
G#m
I'm at a level so high,
A#m
you can't breeze past
B
use a seed in a weed bag
G#m
G#
C' mon nigga,
where's the weed at?
G#m
A#m
You don't want my face to
B5
B
be the face you see
G#m
G#
In your dream and the reason
G#m
G#
you awake from sleep
G#m
A#m
Coke, we used to it down here,
B5
B
we movin' it down here
G#m
G#
We sellin' out more than
Patrick
Ewing did down here
A#m
Papi, mita, mita,
B5
B
we speak it fluent down here
G#m
G#
We get bricks cause we know
G#m
G#
what the fuck we doin' down here
A#m
B5
I squeeze clips and gaps at your knees,
G#m
Watch your knees when collapsed
and proceed flippin' crack
A#m
What?
B
G#m
G -Picture that with a digital camera
and a freeze picture snap
G#
A#m
B5
Get hype enough and
G#m
You'll see all types of
stuff despite your guts
B
God, for all you see is lightning,
G#
G#m
An d a casket made right for your size
A#m
B5
Last nigga tried to get me
G#
his face plain pity packed with the gun
A#m
B5
Down here we take your top off,
G#m
G#
Niggas not soft, in
California, you can get knocked off
A#m
B5
I put a hole in one nigga,
B
G#m
this is knocked off
G#
G#m
I kill you, then personally
A#m
B5
Throw the silencer on,
B
G#m
knock your moms and pops off
G#
With the same shit, pox off, gang of the
Glock toss
Any evidence,
G#m
F#
I just pay the cops off
A#m
F#
Niggas in the hood know
B5
every time gang pop off
B
A#m
The whole block get boxed off
F#
A#m
What the fuck would I ever stop for?
F#
I let my hollazers burn in your
A#m
F#
mouth like hot sauce
A#m
F#
I can tell you what the rock costs,
B
A#m
eleven five, that's the best price
They tell you ten and they lyin',
F#
I got them fresh whites
B5
niggas know I got coca leaves
B
G#m
Used to move boats a week,
G#
everywhere I go keep the toast with me
G#m
G#
I don't what you rap niggas is supposed to
G#m
A#m
F#
be I still be in the hood gang -gangin' if
G's in the bus, the rhymes are easy
G#m
A#m
Who the fuck holdin' me?
I was just waitin' till
Hova leave
B
G#m
throne that belong to me
G#
I got it, come and take it,
but you gotta watch your back
G#m
A#m
B5
Down here, yeah, down here, yeah
B
G#m
G#
Ain't no mixtapes slingin',
we too busy gang -bangin'
A#m
B5
B
Down here, yeah, down here, yeah
Carmelo's chain at the
All -Star
Game
A#m
B5
Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
B
G#m
G#
See red and blue bandanas wrapped
G#m
A#m
around gun handles, yeah
B5
Niggas wanna know the deal up here
B
G#m
G#
All my young niggas growin'
G#m
up the deal up here
In
A#m
Harlem, all my projects keep
Remember
B
G#m
Marlon from the pro jects,
A#m
he got killed up here
Eleven grade students,
B
do you feel what you hear?
A#m
I was runnin' round stupid,
packin' steel with no fear
G#m
A#m
My attitude was, fuck them cops,
B5
B
bustin' shots, I gotta get it, man
A#m
G#
A#m
Cut up rocks, set up shop,
G#m
A#m
and hit the strip again
B5
Fuck affair, fuck our care,
B
G#m
this is the life we lead
G#
Clutchin' gear, never scared,
we livin' twice your speed
A#m
B5
B
Yeah, police chase us up here
G#m
G#
We runnin' up the
Broadway, that waiter's up there,
A#m
there
And to his hula gang, bang, bang, bang
We shoot him up, bang,
who you gon' bang?
B
Yeah, we get it poppin' up here
A#m
East side to west side,
we lock it up here
B5
B
Yeah, you get your way from up here
G#m
G#
Don't coat the haze,
got that flavor up here
A#m
B
Yeah, yeah, so don't get brazy up here
G#m
G#
One false move and you get
A#m
G#
sprayed up up here
A#m
Yeah, round head,
B5
B
we quick to let shots spill
G#m
G#
No snitches,
cause every nigga up on my block real
A#m
B5
And round here, yeah,
B
G#m
round here, they call me
Bishop
G#
Cause look, I'm the nigga
A#m
that pops still, yeah
B5
Every rock's in my watch
G#m
G#
G#m
G#
So I keep shot s in the ox
when I drive through
A#m
B5
Look, I suggest your mom an
d your pops move
B
G#m
Cause me on the block,
G#
the reason they drop the property value, yeah
B5
B
G#m
I came up from the soft white, yeah
G#
They came fuck my change up,
I'm the boss type, yeah
B
G#m
I see the diplomats flippin' crack
Air
Force
Ones, how we off -white
A#m
Yeah, I got coke,
B
being stretched in a joint
G#m
G#
I got birds, and you heard,
still stressing the point
G#
A#m
And you still stressing the point
B
That I could write a check
G#
That come before the decimal point
A#m
Yeah, round here,
B
G#m
we could get it bumping in
G#
you could catch me stuntin' in that
A#m
V12
Black
Rose
B5
B
Cause he sell that coke,
G#
G#
A#m
B
that's why I clock bitches like a female track coach
G#m
G#
Love yous!
Bye!
G#
A#m
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