Tonart: A minor•
Verse 1
F
C
Em
Am
Yeah
L- O- X nigga
F
C
It don't stop
Em
Am
It keep goin', and goin', and goin',
and goin'
Motherfuckers
F
G
You heard it from the P, you oughta know
Verse 2
I get you kidnapped and raped and
thrown off a roof
F
You could nod your head to this
G
Am
like it's only a rap
'Cause when these bullets hit yo' ass
I'm like it's only a gat
Verse 3
to feel good,
G
Am
I'm hopin' it's yours
Think he religious? Heard
he got shot in the cross
G
Am
bitch I broke most of the laws
Verse 4
Am
Fuck with the Porsche or flip to the boots,
stick to the truth
F
Do anything it takes just
G
Am
to get me this loot
And missin' a tooth, but both of 'em chipped,
toaster is gripped
F
You heard about the trouble,
G
Am
I start most of the shit
When I squeeze ain't no
controllin' the wrist
F
And niggas leave the room when they hear
G
Am
the P flowin' to Swizz
Verse 5
Am
I'm an ignorant and negative nigga I sell
F
crack, bust guns, pop shit,
G
Am
and say I'm better than niggas
You think not,
I'll look at your man and level a nigga
F
If you think a rapper's better
Verse 6
why
G
Am
don't you give me his name
So I can run up on him, tear him up
and give you his frame
F
When it comes to the streets,
Am
Five eight and three quarters,
but I'm bigger than y'all
F
G
If I left the gun home, I'ma give you the sword
Verse 7
Am
I'm the devil in the flesh,
I can't give you the Lord
F
It don't make no sense for you
G
Am
to pray for your life
I got my niggas in the crib,
you oughta pray for your wife
Verse 8
Em
G
Am
i day
I gotta make it to heaven for
goin' through hell
F
G
Am
Holiday
And I don't care if I sell,
y'all know what I sell
F
G
Am
Holiday
I use my left hand when
I'm loadin' the shells
F
Em
G
Holi day
Am
'Cause I know it ain't right, that's
why I'm blowin' a L
Verse 9
for my niggas,
G
Am
even ride wit a bom b
Get shot, die in his arm,
and give him my last
F
It's a million dollar bail,
Am
I sell crack like it's
'88, I live in the past
F
You know the P carry the gun,
G
Am
live in the Maz'
Tell niggas show me the
money and gimme the stash
F
I like Malibu and pineapple,
G
Am
fifties of hash
Verse 10
wear my clothes a week in a row
G
Am
catch me right next to the dog
I'm Holiday Styles,
and that's what the weaponry for
F
G
And I probably won't blow for the fact
Verse 11
But I'm good with ten million in
the back of the car
F
Either that or get life and lift
G
Am
the rack in the yard
Gettin' jewels from the old timers,
stashin' the cards
F
But jail
Verse 12
ain't part of the plans
G
Am
I keep weight on the scale 'cause
I feel I get further with grams
G
Am
I run through niggas like my last few cars
Verse 13
F
The boy mighta went platinum
G
Am
but don't gas him up
I get his length and his width
and get his casket cut
Verse 14
Am
But I deal with the comas and wakes,
I don't make mistakes
F
Double R now bitch you oughta
Am
Blow up your face, blow up the coke,
and blow up the smoke
Verse 15
F
G
Uh huh, Holiday
Am
I gotta make it to heaven
for goin' through hell
F
G
Holiday
Am
And I don't care if I sell,
y'all know what I sell
F
G
Holiday
when I'm loadin' the shells
F
G
Holiday
Am
'Cause I know it ain't right, that's
why I'm blowin' a L
F
G
Uh huh, Holi
Verse 16
Am
day
I gotta make it to heaven
for goin' through hell
F
G
Holiday
Am
And I don't care if I sell,
y'all know what I sell
F
G
Holiday
when I'm loadin' the shells
F
G
Holiday
Am
'Cause I know it ain't right, that's
F
G
Am
why I'm blowin' a L
F
Am
F
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