Tonart: F# minor
Verse 1
Gm
Eb
"Ayy,
you want some of this shit?"
Gm
"Naw, I don't want that shit"
Eb
"I don't give a fuck, I don't
play that shit
And I'm finna buss a cap on a nigga"
"Man, shut the fuck up
Gm
Eb
Slow down, slow down, slow down
Gm
You see that brick house right there?
Eb
That's the nigga crib
When he come out just tighten his ass up
I'ma get in the other car"
Interlude 1
"Aight"
Eb
Verse 2
Eb
Gm
If there's beef cock
it and dump it
C
Bb
C
The drama really means nothin' to me
Eb
I'll ride by and blow ya brains
out (brains out)
Gm
There's no time to cock it,
F
no way you can stop it
Eb
When niggas run up on you with
D
them thangs out (thangs out)
Gm
I do what I gotta do,
Bb
I don't care I if get caught
C
Gm
The DA can play this mother
Eb
fuckin' tape in court
Gm
I'll kill you
Eb
I ain't playin', hear what I'm sayin',
homie I ain't playin'
D
Eb
C
Gm
Catch you slippin' I'ma kill you
Bb
C
I ain't playin', hear what I'm sayin',
Eb
homie I ain't playin'
Verse 3
Gm
Keep thinkin' I'm candy,
'til ya fuckin' skull get popped
Eb
And ya brain jump out the top
D
like Jack-in-the-box (yeah)
Gm
In In In the hood summer time
Eb
Bb
is the killin' season
C
Gm
Eb
It's hot out this bitch that's a good
enough reason (woo)
Gm
I've seen gangstas get religious
when they start bleedin'
Eb
Sayin', "Lord,
D
Jesus help me," 'cause they as s leakin'
Gm
When they window roll down
Bb
and that AK come out
Eb
C
You can squeeze ya little hand
Eb
gun 'til you run out
Gm
And you can run for ya backup
F
Gm
Eb
But them machine gun shells
gon' tear ya back up
D
Gm
God's on ya side? Shit,
Bb
I'm aight with that
C
'Cause we gon' reload them clips
Eb
and come right back
It's a fact, homie,
Gm
you go against me ya fucked
Fm
F
I get the drop,
Eb
Gm
if you can duck ya luckier than Lady Luck
Look, nigga, don't think you safe 'cause
Bb
you moved out the hood
C
'Cause ya mama still around,
Gm
Eb
dog, and that ain't good
Gm
If you was smart you'd be
shook of me
F
Eb
'Cause I'd get tired of lookin' for ya,
spray ya mama crib
Gm
And let yo' ass look for me
Verse 4
Gm
If there's beef cock it and dump it
Bb
C
The drama really means nothin' to me
Eb
I'll ride by and blow ya brains
out (brains out)
Gm
There's no time to cock it,
F
no way you can stop it
Eb
When niggas run up on you with
D
them thangs out (thangs out)
Gm
I do what I gotta do,
Bb
Gm
Bb
I don't care I if get caught
C
The DA can play this mother
Eb
fuckin' tape in court
Gm
I'll kill you
Eb
I ain't playin', hear what I'm say in',
homie I ain't playin'
D
Gm
Catch you slippin' I'ma kill you
Bb
C
I ain't playin', hear what I'm sayin',
Gm
Eb
homie I ain't playin'
Gm
My heart bleeds
Verse 5
for you, nigga,
F
I can't wait to get to you
Eb
Behind that twinkle in yo' eyes
D
I can see the bitch in you
Gm
Nigga, you know the streets talk
Bb
C
So they'll be no white flags
Eb
and no peace talks
Gm
I got my back against the wind,
F
Gm
I'm down to ride 'til the sun burn out
F
Eb
If I die today I'm happy
D
how my life turned out
Gm
See the shootouts that I'm
Bb
been in 'em by myself
C
Gm
Eb
Locked up I was in a box by myself
Gm
F
I done made myself a millionaire by myself
Eb
Now shit changed, motherfucker,
Gm
I can hire some help
I done heard about the fifty
Bb
grand you put in the hood
C
But ya shooter finna get shot,
Eb
it won't do him no good
Gm
F
Gm
With a pistol I define the definition of pain
Eb
If you survive ya bones'll still
D
fuckin' hurt when it rains
Gm
Bb
Oh, you a pro at playin' Battleship? Well,
this ain't the same
C
Little homie this is a whole
Eb
different type of war game
Gm
See the losers end up in shackles
and motherfuckin' chains
Eb
Or laid out in the streets
D
leakin' out they brains
Gm
If there's beef
Verse 6
cock it and dump it
Bb
C
The drama really means nothin' to me
Eb
I'll ride by and blow ya brains
out (brains out)
Gm
There's no time to cock it,
F
no way you can stop it
Eb
When niggas run up on you with
Gm
D
them thangs out (thangs out)
Gm
I do what I gotta do,
Bb
I don't care I if get caught
C
The DA can play this mother
Eb
fuckin' tape in court
Gm
I'll kill you
I ain't playin', hear what I'm sayin',
Eb
homie I ain't playin'
D
Gm
D
Gm
Catch you slippin' I'ma kill you
Bb
C
I ain't playin', hear what I'm sayin',
Eb
homie I ain't playin'
Gm
After the fist
Verse 7
fights it's gunfire, boy,
F
Gm
F
Eb
you get the best of me (you get the best of me)
D
If you don't wanna get shot I suggest you don't
Gm
go testin' me (go testin' me)
Bb
All the wrong I've done the Lord still keep
C
on blessin' me (blessin' me)
Gm
Eb
Finna run rap 'cause Dr. Dre got the
Gm
recipe (recipe, recipe)
Verse 8
Gm
Eb
Gm
Yeah, haha, ayy Dre
Eb
Bb
Got me feelin' real bulletproof up
C
in this motherfucker
Eb
'Cause the windows on my motherfuck
Gm
in' Benz is bulletproof, nigga
Eb
D
'Cause my motherfuckin' vest is bulletproof,
Gm
nigga
Bb
Eb
'Cause my motherfuckin' hat is bulletproof,
Eb
C
nigga
Eb
But the Doc said if I get hit I might
Gm
get a fuckin' concussion
Eb
But better that then a hole in the head right,
nigga? Hahahaha
Gm
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