Tonart: E minor•
Verse 1
Interlude 1
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Verse 2
B
Extra, extra read all about it
The Legit Ballers came out with
Am
with an unbelievable album
Fuck a truce put the side on the news
Got killers that'll ride
from the loc to the deuce
Verse 3
B
I heard a shot proof flip
nigga gimme a bitch
At the Martigra crowd
You still a bitch nigga
Sticking ya head up at a meter now
A
you die how do ya figure
Verse 4
B
Acting hard with your Capri's on
I come out at the neck of the woods on
Bm
Am
ya ass nigga ease on
And where ya from no ain't shit to me
Bring that ass to the tailor talking
Verse 5
shit sent ya ass history
B
Evident you you weren't meant to be
Jacking over another niggas loot and
fucking up the currency
Am
Born and bad seed outta the crowd
Like David Guenna you
don't wanna see me angry pal
B
I'll raise up on ya ass like a root canal
Verse 6
B
Get fucking up shit like the trench
Verse 7
Unbelievable how we popping ya
B
Them state street boys will get ya
Betta be ducking when you running
or they gonna hit ya
Am
Them West side guys will get ya
Burning the rubber off the
Verse 8
20's before they get with ya
B
Them South side boys will get ya
Ready to roll straight outta control
scummy off the liquor
Am
Them Chi Town boys will get ya
Throw up your guns and bust a slug
and be pure scripture
Verse 9
B
Let 'em all know now we piece and spit
Talk about shit bout we ain't choking thangs
Am
I gave two to the motherfucking pork chop
and watch his body drop man
B
Let em test the skills of us niggas
that's triggerly inclined
Verse 10
Am
Dump off on the rocks
and Monica red link
While blocks young guns on the grind
A
B
Out on the field what would a tribe nigga do
Verse 11
In a kill or be killed situation
you motherfuckers facing
While he running I'm walking
Shocking your motherfucking
body like grave dig
Then we dumping you all the say did
Verse 12
Am
I bring pain to y'all niggas
who be hating
Fortification 'bout my nation got
me sniffing up information
B
Gimme the body dig a ditch
Bury the motherfuckers like
old ancient blue prints
Verse 13
Am
Execute you use 'em, find 'em, hit
B
Am
'em, split 'em 4 to the vest
What a way make to rhinos rip
God bless us thugs that
hold our own controls
On a mission yanking the snitch
Verse 14
Am
24 hour ghetto jeep is at the door Lynch
mob made me how you
and your goofy click
B
And your throat is gone, suffocating
em by dozens
Running with grim reapers handing
out some good guns
Verse 15
Am
And it all kicked off some
shit you said
Verse 16
Now look at the little pus dressed up in red
B
Them state street boys will get ya
Betta be ducking when you running
or they gonna hit ya
Am
Them West side guys will get ya
Burning the rubber off the
Verse 17
20's before they get with ya
B
Them South side boys will get ya
Ready to roll straight outta control
scummy off the liquor
Am
Them Chi Town boys will get ya
Throw up your guns and bust a slug
Verse 18
and be pure scripture
B
Them St. Louis boys will get ya
Betta be ducking when you
running or they gonna hit ya
Am
Them Houston guys with get ya
Burning the rubber off the
Verse 19
20's before they get with ya
B
Them Cleveland boys will get ya
Ready to roll straight outta control
scummy off the liquor
Am
Them dirty South boys will get yet
Throw up your guns and bust a slug
Verse 20
Whatcha gone do when
them niggas run up to you
Don't fold stroll mean mugging you
Am
with them thangs out
How you gonna play that terror roll
Or let the march unfold slaughtery act
Verse 21
at 11 to it and then die
B
Laid off in the streets with a psychotic
thugs won't stop playing for keeps
Am
He waiting to get tipped
for your and your peeps
Clock ticking slow
its a quarter past three
B
Lights on lights off in your community
Verse 22
B
Your block's having problems
with electricity
Am
Beat gang and in the presence
of the one you envy
So go collect struck chains
greens and weed
B
Burn off a little bit of rubber
if you ride with me
Verse 23
B
Slipping the clip in and put your pistol
back on your hip
Am
And I'm giving you half of the wild green
Down with them niggas Mob stability
Let's keep em feeling me
Verse 24
we bogus with vocal trilogy
B
Get in a game where you get
crapped out
Spooking the mouses with design
got them niggas pulling macs out
Am
For the love of the green liar promotion
Hell if I expose ya mad assed out blowing
Verse 25
B
Them state street boys will get ya
Betta be ducking when you
running or they gonna hit ya
Am
Them West side guys will get ya
Burning the rubber off the
Verse 26
20's before they get with ya
B
Them South side boys will get ya
Ready to roll straight outta control
scummy off the liquor
Am
Them Chi Town boys will get ya
Throw up your guns and bust
B
a slug and be pure scripture
Verse 27
B
Them St. Louis boys will get ya
Betta be ducking when you running
or they gonna hit ya
Am
Them Houston guys with get ya
Burning the rubber off the
Verse 28
20's before they get with ya
B
Them East Coast boys will get ya
Ready to roll straight outta control
scummy off the liquor
Am
Them dirty South boys will get yet
Throw up your guns and bust a slug
Outro 1
and be pure scripture
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