Tonart: Gb major
Verse 1
Bb
F
Bb
(Get me) Uh- huh
(They pretty) Uh- huh
F
Bb
Am
F
(Wit me) Uh- huh
Bb
F
(It's crispy) Yeah
Bb
Am
Bb
Whoo Uh- huh,
F
Bb
F
Bb
uh- huh, yo
Verse 2
Bb
Y'all just blowin' smoke,
fan in the fire
Am
Your wife is gettin' curi
Bb
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
Bb
Niggas only mad cause they asses
Bb
Soup the cowards up, if you want,
get your man clapped
Am
F
Yeah, sealed signed delivered, anthrax
Bb
You got a thousand niggas
I'll do numbers with half that
Catch me wylin' out with a mam
Bb
Enough on the wheels make me feel
Am
Bb
like the tunnel packed
Yeah, if it's somethin'
I'm feelin' you runnin' that
And we don't let a thing slide baby,
Bb
Talk on the jack like Feds,
Bb
Am
Havoc make tracks, didn't know,
F
Bb
just hold that
F
Bb
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
Bb
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,
Am
Bb
know them things is, crispy
F
Yeah, y'all niggas pussy son
Bb
Am
Y'all not known for bustin'
F
So for the 9 I got beef for days
Bb
Y'all want it wit us don't get
F
Bb
Call the coroner
Verse 4
F
Yo, a closed mouth don't get fed, that's why I
talk to him
Bb
Am
I'm hungry, niggas is eat in' fo'
F
Bb
pounds, I walk through 'em
Either you shook or your 9 spray
F
Bb
You got a row of sixteen and a clip,
Am
F
Bb
one in the head around my way
Fuck with my money
F
Bb
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
Bb
F
Want beef muh'fucker come and get me
Bb
Am
All this rap in the booth,
F
or wassup in the street
Bb
Am
Not a nickel get sold
F
Bb
in the park 'less I eat
Am
Think different the mac'll spin' you
Bb
See the cats in the whips want to, get
Verse 5
F
me
Bb
But I got the pounds and them
9's, they pretty
See me on the streets,
them gorillas they, wit me
Am
Bills in the pockets, know
Verse 6
them things is, crispy
F
Hey hey
Bb
Look I walk around with my
pound in a glass
Puffin' my haze,
Am
F
missed with that dro and sprinkled some hash
Bb
Am
How I roll? Why would you ask?
Bb
Know I'm swingin' my piece,
Am
F
pocket full of G's, gun in the stash
Bb
I know y'all roll with the boys
with the badge
F
Bb
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
Bb
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
Bb
Nig ga we countin' the scrilla with the
gun on the deck
Countin' the gang that snaps,
F
Bb
think how many straps and vests
Am
We flash the pound around
Bb
and knuckle down the rest
We hate the E- mails and the phones,
Bb
It's deep, we can't even speak
F
Bb
in certain'rooms
Verse 7
F
See the cats in the whips want to, get
me
Bb
But I got the pounds and them
9's, they pretty
F
Bb
See me on the streets,
them gorillas they, wit me
Bills in the pockets,
Am
F
know them things is, crispy
Bb
F
Yeah, y'all niggas pussy son
Am
Y'all not known for bustin' them guns
Bb
So for the 9 I got beef for days
Y'all want it wit us
don't get carried away
Bb
I'm tellin' you it's somethin' 'bout them Mobb Deep boys,
Verse 8
Bb
they no joke
Am
Bb
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
Am
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
Bb
the shit wack
Am
That shit there is doo- doo, the
Get 'em all higher than Scotty
They know it's safe to spend
F
they high wear off too fast
Bb
Them niggas got garbage,
Verse 9
F
See the cats in the whips want to, get
me
Bb
But I got the pounds and them
9's, they pretty
Bb
See me on the streets,
them gorillas they, wit me
Am
Bills in the pockets, know
them things is, crispy
Bb
Yeah, y'all niggas pussy son
Am
Y'all not known for bustin'
them guns
Bb
So for the 9 I got beef for days
Bb
Y'all want it wit us don't get
carried away
F
Bb
F
Call the coroner
Outro 1
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Am
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