Tonart: D# minor
Verse 1
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Dm
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It is what
Dm
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it izzzzzz.
Em
It is what it izzzzzz.
Verse 2
compromisin, nope
Em
- they don't wanna talk
Am
And they got them nuts that's off
G
that Acapulco powdered chalk
Dm
Am
So he untouchable - oh he can
Am
C
Well where he stay at then - he
Am
stay by such and such??
Well since we got altercations with these
Em
so- called knuckleheads
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we gon' play for dooms
G
Am
G
And I assume we get radar
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on fool in dem livin rooms
Bet - motherfucker ain't fin' ta
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be runnin around here drippin sweat
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Havin hot flashes and shit
G
over these fulla bitch- made and a
D
Am
half- ass dicks
D
You ripped? Let's take it to 'em sick
Dm
Am
Hit all they spots at once
- pour it on 'em thick
Who got the suey chops??
D
They in my folks garage
Am
Dm
Am
Well where he at?? He at the
TravelLodge - BEEP THAT NIGGA!
C
Am
Em
Tell him to get here right now quick
Am
now it's gon' be some shit
Em
Am
Tell him to bring enough ammunition
G
Am
to blow up a ship
Bullshit ain't nothin this here been
Em
goin on just a little bit too long
Am
Plus I got a family and kids to raise and I
G
plan on seein 'em get grown
Am
C
Get straight to the root of the problem
Am
Em
Get rid of the source that's what what
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Get rid of the big cheese
and the majority of these niggaz
gon' back the fuck up
F
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Somebody gon' mind somethin,
Em
time to validate my respection
Am
Hit the corner dumpin, in the big- ass
(??) stationwagon
C
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CATCH THEM BITCH- ASS!! That's
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what I told my driver man
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while I was tryin to get him
C
Am
to get in a position
G
so that I could open fire
D
Am
FUCK A SKI MASK!!
Em
Unpolished fish grease
Am
G
LET THE FULLY BLAST!! May he rest
in piss Miss smash up outta there
Am
D
I brought them boys,
Em
but I shoulda brought it like a concert
Am
G
Am
Fool's still alive, John Murell(?) Trauma Center,
Concord
Shoulda doused him,
Em
shouldn'ta never found him
Am
Shoulda handled biz, but for now,
Dm
F
Am
it is what it izzzzz.
G
D
It is what it izzzzzz.
Dm
Am
F
Am
D
It is what it izzzzzz.
Am
It is what it izzzzzz.
Verse 3
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Em
Aight, ay dude, this all I wanna know
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What's wrong with this sad to be
E
Em
Don't they know that fools is
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laced with assassin skills?
G
Am
Kill at will, gonna put your hat on
the rack for a cool mill'?
Em
(Awww it's gon' get done) but
Esus4
Am
now the heat has been spared
How we gon' get him out
of intensive care
and put him under the wing
Verse 4
Am
Em
One of my potnahs got a plug on some si lencers,
Am
he knows some agents
C
Am
G
He used dem (??) shot on
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G
Am
several different occasions
C
Am
Em
What that mean his family gon' boo-
hoo when I smash that card
Am
Better stay on a nigga brain give
G
Am
a FUCK ABOUT A DIE- HARD!
I know this one botch with a big- ass
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crotch by the name of Connie
Am
C
Am
G
She works in ICU and she dates this
Am
nigga named Mitchski Ronnie
Em
Have nab him at the hospital,
G
Paid a nurse to pull the plug
D
Am
on the LIFE SUPPORT
Risky business but it's organized
G
class and the shit sound sharp
Am
but if we fuck around and make
it look too obvious
Dm
the broad might her lose her job
Am
Tough luck that shit no better
than fuckin for ME NOW
D
G
I gots no toilet paper feelings
Am
Em
The shit is crampin my livin style,
floatin from telly to telly
Am
Conspiracy murder plots phone conversations
Dm
Am
overheard by fedarale
Em
I'm guessin fool musta passed away,
On the wall they got my
picture at the post office
Em
After travellin bouncin back and
forth to different states
Am
they finally caught me up in Kansas City
G
Am
at a barbecue spot called Gates
Em
Do the crime do the time
Am
- it ain't for no bitch
and as long as a nigga twerkin in the kitchen,
Am
I'll be up in that bitch makin spreads,
Em
Am
C
drinkin Pruno
G
Cocoa and coffee Ca dillacs,
Dm
Am
jumpin jacks
Em
Takin flicks, shootin kites, makin wishes
Am
F
G
Fuck around and get mad on
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the strength of con- ju- gal vi- sits
Flip the weight pile,
Am
Keep my shank close by me when
G
Am
I'm slee- py
Shouldn'ta caught me,
Em
shouldn'ta never found me
Am
G
Shoulda handled biz, but it's too late,
Am
F
Am
Em
it is what it izzzzz.
Am
G
Am
It is what it izzzzzz.
G
Em
Am
Em
It is what it izzzzzz.
Am
D
Dm
It is what it izzzzzz.
Verse 5
Am
Dm
D
Oh, ohh I see
It is what it was,
G
and what it was is just what's been taught
Am
D
Am
Handle biz when it's to be done,
G
and I mean rip you dig?
D
Cause ain't no sense in savin
That's yesterday's thing,
roll with the right now
Outro 1
and everything gon' be is, what it izzzzzz.
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