Tonart: G major
Intro 1
B
C#m
D#m
E
C#m
D#m
E
C#m
D#m
E
E5
E
D#m
C#m
Verse 1
frontin' down there,
E5
C#m
they stuntin' down there
C#
They don't want me to send
them trucks around there
D#m
Get, get, hunnid niggas to
C#m
C#
With the bump around there,
C#m
get the dumping down there
C#
D#m
E5
Get, tell me why you creeps mad
C#m
Is it cause I leap past you so fast?
C#
C#m
And I didn't even speak fast
D#m
E5
E
Use a joke and a cheap blast
C#
do yourself a favor and eat glass
D#m
E5
I play fucking kickball
E
C#m
with you bean bags
C#
C#m
I'm at a level so high,
D#m
you can't breeze past
E
use a seed in a weed bag
C#m
C#
C' mon nigga,
where's the weed at?
C#m
D#m
You don't want my face to
E5
E
be the face you see
C#m
C#
In your dream and the reason
C#m
C#
you awake from sleep
C#m
D#m
Coke, we used to it down here,
E5
E
we movin' it down here
C#m
C#
We sellin' out more than
Patrick
Ewing did down here
D#m
Papi, mita, mita,
E5
E
we speak it fluent down here
C#m
C#
We get bricks cause we know
C#m
C#
what the fuck we doin' down here
D#m
E5
I squeeze clips and gaps at your knees,
C#m
Watch your knees when collapsed
and proceed flippin' crack
D#m
What?
E
C#m
G -Picture that with a digital camera
and a freeze picture snap
C#
D#m
E5
Get hype enough and
C#m
You'll see all types of
stuff despite your guts
E
God, for all you see is lightning,
C#
C#m
An d a casket made right for your size
D#m
E5
Last nigga tried to get me
C#
his face plain pity packed with the gun
D#m
E5
Down here we take your top off,
C#m
C#
Niggas not soft, in
California, you can get knocked off
D#m
E5
I put a hole in one nigga,
E
C#m
this is knocked off
C#
C#m
I kill you, then personally
D#m
E5
Throw the silencer on,
E
C#m
knock your moms and pops off
C#
With the same shit, pox off, gang of the
Glock toss
Any evidence,
C#m
B
I just pay the cops off
D#m
B
Niggas in the hood know
E5
every time gang pop off
E
D#m
The whole block get boxed off
B
D#m
What the fuck would I ever stop for?
B
I let my hollazers burn in your
D#m
B
mouth like hot sauce
D#m
B
I can tell you what the rock costs,
E
D#m
eleven five, that's the best price
They tell you ten and they lyin',
B
I got them fresh whites
E5
niggas know I got coca leaves
E
C#m
Used to move boats a week,
C#
everywhere I go keep the toast with me
C#m
C#
I don't what you rap niggas is supposed to
C#m
D#m
B
be I still be in the hood gang -gangin' if
G's in the bus, the rhymes are easy
C#m
D#m
Who the fuck holdin' me?
I was just waitin' till
Hova leave
E
C#m
throne that belong to me
C#
I got it, come and take it,
but you gotta watch your back
C#m
D#m
E5
Down here, yeah, down here, yeah
E
C#m
C#
Ain't no mixtapes slingin',
we too busy gang -bangin'
D#m
E5
E
Down here, yeah, down here, yeah
Carmelo's chain at the
All -Star
Game
D#m
E5
Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
E
C#m
C#
See red and blue bandanas wrapped
C#m
D#m
around gun handles, yeah
E5
Niggas wanna know the deal up here
E
C#m
C#
All my young niggas growin'
C#m
up the deal up here
In
D#m
Harlem, all my projects keep
Remember
E
C#m
Marlon from the pro jects,
D#m
he got killed up here
Eleven grade students,
E
do you feel what you hear?
D#m
I was runnin' round stupid,
packin' steel with no fear
C#m
D#m
My attitude was, fuck them cops,
E5
E
bustin' shots, I gotta get it, man
D#m
C#
D#m
Cut up rocks, set up shop,
C#m
D#m
and hit the strip again
E5
Fuck affair, fuck our care,
E
C#m
this is the life we lead
C#
Clutchin' gear, never scared,
we livin' twice your speed
D#m
E5
E
Yeah, police chase us up here
C#m
C#
We runnin' up the
Broadway, that waiter's up there,
D#m
there
And to his hula gang, bang, bang, bang
We shoot him up, bang,
who you gon' bang?
E
Yeah, we get it poppin' up here
D#m
East side to west side,
we lock it up here
E5
E
Yeah, you get your way from up here
C#m
C#
Don't coat the haze,
got that flavor up here
D#m
E
Yeah, yeah, so don't get brazy up here
C#m
C#
One false move and you get
D#m
C#
sprayed up up here
D#m
Yeah, round head,
E5
E
we quick to let shots spill
C#m
C#
No snitches,
cause every nigga up on my block real
D#m
E5
And round here, yeah,
E
C#m
round here, they call me
Bishop
C#
Cause look, I'm the nigga
D#m
that pops still, yeah
E5
Every rock's in my watch
C#m
C#
C#m
C#
So I keep shot s in the ox
when I drive through
D#m
E5
Look, I suggest your mom an
d your pops move
E
C#m
Cause me on the block,
C#
the reason they drop the property value, yeah
E5
E
C#m
I came up from the soft white, yeah
C#
They came fuck my change up,
I'm the boss type, yeah
E
C#m
I see the diplomats flippin' crack
Air
Force
Ones, how we off -white
D#m
Yeah, I got coke,
E
being stretched in a joint
C#m
C#
I got birds, and you heard,
still stressing the point
C#
D#m
And you still stressing the point
E
That I could write a check
C#
That come before the decimal point
D#m
Yeah, round here,
E
C#m
we could get it bumping in
C#
you could catch me stuntin' in that
D#m
V12
Black
Rose
E5
E
Cause he sell that coke,
C#
C#
D#m
E
that's why I clock bitches like a female track coach
C#m
C#
Love yous!
Bye!
C#
D#m
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