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