Tonart: F minor
Verse 1
B
Who the fuck you lookin' at?
Bitch made motherfucker
C
Huh? I got your motherfuckin' underwear
B
Fuck you lookin' at me like that, man
Fuck you, man
C
I'll slap your sister or somethin',
bitch
Aw, man, fuck you, man
my homie and one of them
C
If the homie don't win,
then we all jumpin' in
my homie and one of them
C
If the homie don't win,
my homie and one of them
C
If the homie don't win,
then we all jumpin' in
my homie ain't one of them
C
If the homie don't win,
Bm
B
Rapper -ass woman's knockin'
motherfuckers over
C
Shit, we ain't finna stop
until we know that this is over
B
With swollen lips, bruised ribs,
broken noses
Homie, hold this
D
B
Motherfuckers put they dukes up
and throw them hands
C
Make me recognize you dealin'
with a grown -ass man
B
Get to left, right, and kept fightin'
C
Wasn't no coward in these boys,
they was never frightened
D
B
Nowadays everybody got a strap
C
And they shoot the shit out of it
but they won't scrap
B
Ya bitch just wait till they
catch you
Without that thang on ya hip
C
Ya face gon' be fucked up
D
like Will Smith in Hitchin'
My homie and one of them
Then we all jump in
My homie and one of them
My homie and one of them
Then we all jump in
my homie ain't wanna live
C
If the homie don't win,
B
Glock's, extended clips, pistol grips
C
H &K's, AK's, throwaways,
Motherfuckers, ain't gon' fist fight
C
How you feel about that stack?
D
B
I think it's bitch like Motherfuckers
feel disrespected
C
Pull out a Mac -10, it's a wrap then
Ain't no turnin' back then, nah
C
Motherfuckers go outside
and squab like Ron Winn
Bm
B
you try to get a motherfuckin' shirt dirtiest
C
Nelly would put it, yeah, gettin' murdered
B
I do the damn thing, stand up and man up
C
Quit actin' like a bitch or a faggot,
B
It's a fight, a fight, my homie,
I wanna kneel
C
If the homie don't win,
then we all jumpin' in
B
It's a fight, a fight, my homie,
I wanna kneel
C
If the homie don't win,
B
It's a fight, a fight, my homie,
I wanna kneel
C
If the homie don't win,
then we all jumpin' in
my homie ain't wanna live
C
If the homie don't win,
B
Ain't no stickin' and movin',
it ain't no bobbin' and weavin'
C
It's just a reachin' and pullin',
a bunch of poppin' and bleedin'
B
A bunch of runnin' and hackin',
a bunch of duckin' and divin'
C
I swear to God that these cowards
D
are just so fuckin' conniving
B
If I allowed ya, I might just save all that
C
Send a white boy through there
with them baseball bats
B
When you off in crutches
and back on your feet
C
If you still got a motherfuckin'
problem with me
D
B
We can box and shoot blocks,
it's whatever you wanna do
and I'ma empty off your corner food
B
Put several boxes of slugs,
it could've been solved
C
D
With some boxing gloves, ya bitch
my homie ain't one of them
C
If the homie don't win,
then we all jump in the end
my homie ain't one of them
C
If the homie don't win,
D
then we all jump in the end
my homie ain't wanna live
C
If the homie don't win,
then we all jumpin' in
my homie ain't wanna live
C
If the homie don't win,
D
B
C
D
then we all jumpin' in
B
C
D
B
C
D
B
C
D
You
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