Tonart: F minor
Verse 1
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Em
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This is for my niggas, this is for my homies,
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Em
all over this motherfucka, I'm down from
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Detroit, you know what saying?
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This is for my homies who've been down since day one,
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I ain't gotta say no names cause everybody know em
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Em
Me and my homies always get tin' high
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Em
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In the city where I live, nigga it's do or die
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I got much love for my niggas out in
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Flint
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And every other town that gave love
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Inktown,
Saginaw, and
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Pontiac
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And my niggas out in
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Ypsi with the chronic sack
E
Em
And fuck the po lice cause they
A
don't know how to treat us
E
Em
And now they out to get me cause I
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told them kill the fetus
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G
But fuck that, I'm kinda laid back
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E
And on my niggas desk,
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G
then we go way back
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New
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Em
L .A. gang banger
I'm a
Detroit
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O's boot crack slinger,
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make more money, more money
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Pockets like sunshine, always sunny
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And a sucker wants my love, he gets none
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I only gives love to the niggas
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Daddy
Hey fool, have some fun,
Em
Am
Em
Am
Hey fool, have some fun,
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Am
E
This is for my niggas
who been down with the
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Unholy black who the kentate told me
Em
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A
and I ain't new to the game
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A
I got that funkadelic locked in my
Maggie brain
E
But tonight I'm finna give
A
it up to my real niggas
E
Em
Them real life nig gas with they
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fingers on the trigger, ayo
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Nigga, don't play me like a ho
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I'm down to throw, and I'm no
CB4
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Am
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Like bubblegum gangsta -ass
Em
niggas with the wack funk
Helter skelter, get off my
My name is
Em
Keyshawn, man, I'm droppin'
D -bomb
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E
But most niggas still droppin' duds
Em
A
My homies know what time it is, though
Em
And I know my real homie's
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down with the devil, yo
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Fake niggas, you're getting done
Em
This is for my homies who've
been down since day one
Am
They don't have nothing,
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Em
A
Am
but what you gotta do is good
G
Am
They don't have nothing,
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Em
but what you do is good
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E
Em
Now I gotta put more niggas on ice
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The unholy black devil ain't nothing nice
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I'm down for the dirt,
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and when I put in work
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I make punk motherfuckers
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run and go to church
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Nigga, it's me, the nigga you've
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been try ing to keep down
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G
Here I come, I'm fucking
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Em
Check mic, one, two,
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some more wicked shit for you
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Em
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Word after word,
Em
Am
I run it on down the line
E
G
The unholy nigga fucking with your mind
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E
Em
And if I flex it, then I rex it
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E
Em
So I rex shit, my shit's fat
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And yo, then I rex sick
Em
You know who'd be biting my shit?
That motherfucker named...
B
You never got gaveled like that. I
used to do the gaveling.
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B
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You stupid motherfucker.
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D
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Man he never should have had me I've
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been suicidal since the age of 13
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Now I know what putting
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My mama never loved me
cause she always called
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Mentally phasing me like
Rosemary's baby
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I never had no time to do nothing but think I gotta
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get my head and my dick out the sink
When will I die? I'm just passing time by
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How do I plead to homicide
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Something's up in sanity,
some say I'm just insane
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D
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And all this goes on inside my maggot
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brain I feel no pain
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I feel pain when I think I get disgusted
In
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God we trust, but you know I can't trust
it
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Sometimes I want to give
it up and go and bite
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Swallow me a bullet from the trigger when
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I pull it I'm mad at the world
B
cause I'd rather be dead
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My mind is playing tricks on me,
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It started as a little kid,
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my problem just increased
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I had me a dream, no justice, no peace
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Call me the unholy black coon,
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Murder, murder, murder me like
Willy
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Symptoms of insanity,
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B
some say I'm just insane
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B
And all this goes on inside my maggot brain
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I feel no pain
B
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I feel no pain,
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cause of all the shit I've been through
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B
Selling cocaine is the evil that men do
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ten men without a heart
Anyway, I was fucked up from the start
Mamba was a junkie up
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B
till the day she died
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B
And at her funeral a young nigga never cried
I guess it was the fear fillin'
Cause I didn't have shit to lose
Or shit to gain
Just pain
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