Tonart: Gb major•
Verse 1
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F#
B
(Get me) Uh- huh
(They pretty) Uh- huh
F#
B
A#m
F#
(Wit me) Uh- huh
B
F#
(It's crispy) Yeah
B
A#m
B
Whoo Uh- huh,
F#
B
F#
B
uh- huh, yo
Verse 2
B
Y'all just blowin' smoke,
fan in the fire
A#m
Your wife is gettin' curi
B
ous homie you better hide her
Keep it gully baby boy, share that
Easy when you see me,
F#
I don't like to get stared at
B
Niggas only mad cause they asses
B
Soup the cowards up, if you want,
get your man clapped
A#m
F#
Yeah, sealed signed delivered, anthrax
B
You got a thousand niggas
I'll do numbers with half that
Catch me wylin' out with a mam
B
Enough on the wheels make me feel
A#m
B
like the tunnel packed
Yeah, if it's somethin'
I'm feelin' you runnin' that
And we don't let a thing slide baby,
C#
what's up with that?
B
Talk on the jack like Feds,
F#
got the phone tapped
B
A#m
Havoc make tracks, didn't know,
F#
B
just hold that
F#
B
Career ain't goin' so well, I got that
Slide you some hot shit, nigga
it's a wrap
Verse 3
F#
See the cats in the whips want to, get
me
B
But I got the pounds and them
9's, they pretty
See me on the streets,
them gorillas they, wit me
Bills in the pockets,
A#m
B
know them things is, crispy
F#
Yeah, y'all niggas pussy son
B
A#m
Y'all not known for bustin'
F#
So for the 9 I got beef for days
B
Y'all want it wit us don't get
F#
B
Call the coroner
Verse 4
F#
Yo, a closed mouth don't get fed, that's why I
talk to him
B
A#m
I'm hungry, niggas is eat in' fo'
F#
B
pounds, I walk through 'em
Either you shook or your 9 spray
F#
B
You got a row of sixteen and a clip,
A#m
F#
B
one in the head around my way
Fuck with my money
F#
B
you be shot the fuck up
F#
The name Littles got the streets
Dumped off the bridge,
body mopped the fuck up
When them Mobb Deep boys creep
or pop the fuck up
There ain't a nigga that
can cramp my style
Fifteen get money, livin' frozen out
You cowards softer than a bitch,
get a baby wipe
'Fore I show you what the
F#
9 or three- eighty like
B
F#
Want beef muh'fucker come and get me
B
A#m
All this rap in the booth,
F#
or wassup in the street
B
A#m
Not a nickel get sold
F#
B
in the park 'less I eat
A#m
Think different the mac'll spin' you
F#
like the G- Unit piece
B
See the cats in the whips want to, get
Verse 5
F#
me
B
But I got the pounds and them
9's, they pretty
See me on the streets,
them gorillas they, wit me
A#m
Bills in the pockets, know
Verse 6
them things is, crispy
F#
Hey hey
B
Look I walk around with my
pound in a glass
Puffin' my haze,
A#m
F#
missed with that dro and sprinkled some hash
B
A#m
How I roll? Why would you ask?
B
Know I'm swingin' my piece,
A#m
F#
pocket full of G's, gun in the stash
B
I know y'all roll with the boys
with the badge
F#
B
That's why when you kick that gangsta rap,
homie I just laugh
From the ave, where snitches get blast
They say, no Noyd, you won't
blow makin' songs like that
I say, homie you sell your soul to glitter,
F#
B
it don't last
I don't get no bigger,
I'ma keep it realer to death
Fuck is a check if you ain't
B
Nigga we countin' the scrilla with the
gun on the deck
Countin' the gang that snaps,
F#
B
think how many straps and vests
A#m
We flash the pound around
B
and knuckle down the rest
We hate the E- mails and the phones,
B
It's deep, we can't even speak
F#
B
in certain'rooms
Verse 7
F#
See the cats in the whips want to, get
me
B
But I got the pounds and them
9's, they pretty
F#
B
See me on the streets,
them gorillas they, wit me
Bills in the pockets,
A#m
F#
know them things is, crispy
B
F#
Yeah, y'all niggas pussy son
A#m
Y'all not known for bustin' them guns
B
So for the 9 I got beef for days
Y'all want it wit us
don't get carried away
B
I'm tellin' you it's somethin' 'bout them Mobb Deep boys,
Verse 8
B
they no joke
A#m
B
They blood- thirsty for that rap music yo
It's not a song,
it's a goddamn bomb fittin' to blow
They not a group,
they a muh'fuckin' gang for sho'
we more like a troop and oh
A#m
Let's not forget to mention
F#
All our guns get blown,
E'rytime we drop a new one
the streets gon' go
cause we don't play with that there
They know it's safe to spend they
money over here
E'rytime they cop from somebody else,
F#
B
the shit wack
A#m
That shit there is doo- doo, the
Get 'em all higher than Scotty
They know it's safe to spend
F#
they dough over here
F#
they high wear off too fast
B
Them niggas got garbage,
Verse 9
F#
See the cats in the whips want to, get
me
B
But I got the pounds and them
9's, they pretty
them gorillas they, wit me
A#m
Bills in the pockets, know
them things is, crispy
B
Yeah, y'all niggas pussy son
A#m
Y'all not known for bustin'
them guns
B
So for the 9 I got beef for days
B
Y'all want it wit us don't get
carried away
F#
B
F#
Call the coroner
Outro 1
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A#m
F#
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F#
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A#m
F#
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F#
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B
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