Tonart: E minor
Verse 1
Em
C
Am
Em
C
Am
Yo,
Em
C
the saga begins, begin war
I draw first blood,
be the first to set it off
Em
My cause, tap all jaws,
We takin' what's yours,
we do jux, rush the doors
C
time to make breeze and guns toss
In full force, my team'll go
at your main source
Em
My 9 Taurus hit bosses
Your whole setup,
from the ground up, we lock shit
Em
Blood flood your eye, fuck
Switch to killer instincts
'fore niggas pop shit
Em
Yo, nigga Noyd, what's the topic?
C
Nine pound, we rocked it
'96, strike back with more hot shit
C
my team'll glow like radiation
With no time for patient
or complication
Em
Let's get it done right,
my clique airtight
C
Trapped in a never-ending gunfight
Em
So niggas lose stripes or lose life
Jail niggas sendin' kites to the street
wasn't fully cooked
Em
Finish 'em off, well-done meat
meat
C
Then send .22 slug to your head
Am
Travel all the way down to your leg
Verse 2
Em
Ay o, it's Hell on Earth
C
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line
Em
And the enemy is one-time
Bm
C
I I ain't gotta tell you
It's right in front of your eyes
Em
Ayo, it's Hell on Earth
C
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line
Em
And the enemy is one-time
C
I I ain't gotta tell you
Yo, it's right in front of your eyes
Verse 3
Em
C
We rep the QBC, nigga, rep yours,
it's all love
Milli' stacked down,
heavily guarded by hollow-tip slug
slug
Em
C
Then crack down on wannabe thugs
Adapt to gat sound and bow down
see how my foul now
C
Articulate, hittin' body parts
to start shiftin' shit
Never hesitant,
it's the rap game unlimited
Em
Bm
Sign my roster, we can do this,
Then reminisce twenty years later
Em
how we was gettin' it
Either with me, go against the grain,
Leggin' me or robbin' me,
niggas better body me
Em
'Cause it's a small world and niggas
Bitches singin' like snitches,
pointin' you out in pictures
Em
Bm
C
'Cause she rep the QBC faithfully,
playa-hatin' me
All that bullshit is just makin' me
Em
More the better to concentrate
If shorty set you up, you better dead her
Em
I told you, shape and mold you,
C
son you, then I hold you
Like a pimp,
mind control you, double-edge blow blow you
Em
In the B-I like like I'm supposed to,
International, you local
Em
Bacardi mix physically fix
C
Hit you with shit that'll leave
a loose nigga stiff
Am
Probably thick, son, I solved 'em
Em
Pulled him in my world and
Walk the beat like around the way cops
C
QB City, Godfather Pt III
Gotti, Gambino, and Ty Nitty
Scarface, rest in peace
Verse 4
Em
C
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line (front line)
Em
And the enemy is one-time (one-time)
Ayo, it's right in front of your eyes
C
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line (front line)
Em
And the enemy is one-time (one-time)
Bm
C
I ain't gotta tell you
Am
Ayo, it's right in front of your eyes
Em
Yo, the heavy metal king, hold
Verse 5
Bm
C
big shit with spare clips
You see eclipse when the MAC spit,
Layin' dead with open eyes,
Turn off his lights,
switch to darkness
Am
Em
It's deep in the abyss of street life
Bm
C
Blood on my kicks, shit on my knife
You's the wild child,
Kicko turnin' men into mice
Em
I was born to take power,
Bm
C
leave my mark on this planet
The phantom of crime rap,
niggas is left stranded
Em
Shut down your operation,
Leave a foul taste in your
mouth like Guinness
Em
Bm
C
P.O.W. niggas is found M.I.A.
We move like special forces,
Green Beret
Em
C
Heavily around my throat, I don't play
Shit brand new,
Em
back in '89, the same way
Bm
The God P walk with a limp, see
C
But simply, to simplify shit,
Em
no man can go against me
Bm
Test me, you must be bent,
I had this full clip for so long,
it needs to empty
Em
The reason why it's full for so long
C
'cause I don't waste shit
You properly hit,
blood in your mouth so you could taste it
Bm
C
I lay back and watch the world spin
I hear thugs claimin' that they gonna
Em
rob the Mobb when they see us
C
I tell you what, black, here's the issue
It's a package deal, you rob me,
you take these missiles
Em
C
Along with that, I ain't your average cat
Fuck rap, I'm tryna make cream
and that's that
C
however it gots to go down
Four mics on stage,
a motherfuckin' four-pound
Em
Speakers Speakers leakin' out sound
C
and niggas leakin' on the ground
I could truly care less,
Em
the God gon' get his regardless
Blow-for-blow,
C
let's let's let's find out who hit hardest
This rap artist used to be a
stickup artist
Em
Bm
C
Sometimes I test myself, see if I still got it
A live nigga stay on point,
Em
never disregard shit
Bm
Or forget the essence
P is sick, so save that bullshit
for the birds (nigga)
Em
Live up to my words, if I got beef,
C
niggas comin' in herds (nigga)
We flush through,
Em
your clique get purged (word up)
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