Tonart: D# minor
Intro 1
Gm
Eb
Gm
Cm
Gm
Eb
Gm
C
Dm
Gm
Dsus4
Gm
Eb
Gm
Cm
C
Dsus4
Gm
Verse 1
Gm
If Curiosity killed these cats,
Eb
gotta stay real with that
Gm
Eb
Everybody want to know,
Gm
how does he deal with that
Eb
Premature baby, agin' two,
got him goin' crazy
Cm
Eb
Cm
Eb
Gm
Fuck milk, drinkin' brew,
Eb
payin' dues, babysitters hate me
Gm
Eb
Gm
Came to hit your lady, damn,
you lookin' fine
Eb
Gm
Heavily sedated, but I waited,
man, I gotta shine
Ahead of my time,
Eb
streets'll keep us behind
Gm
Cm
D
Eb
Started shit with a whole nation
Gm
once I failed on my rhyme
Heaven is mine,
Eb
reflections of a ghetto in fested with crime
Cm
Gm
Children molested, it ain't no question,
we stressin' and high
Pressin' for time,
Eb
Gm
Eb
like a lion protectin' his pride
Cm
Gm
Eb
Gm
Sexin' your wife, who's next to reply?
Do the sides like never heard us,
Eb
we got these suckas petrified
Cm
Gm
Eb
Dustin' off my beast
mister please don't hurt us
Give these niggas curb service,
Eb
Gm
don't twist my words
Cm
Dm
Let me swerve in the bird,
Gm
perkin' off any nerve
Jerk that ass from left to right,
see through these niggas
Cm
Eb
like holy good dear tithes
Gm
Not knowin' this real life, right,
mister who you sign with?
I'm on some last minute,
I'm right on time shit,
D
Gm
welcome to my killing mill
Cm
Uh, I got a story to tell,
Eb
Gm
so much hell I just can't seem to chill
Cm
Dm
D
I uh, get it still, bring the real nigga
Gm
Welcome to my killer feel, uh
Eb
Cm
Eb
I got a story to tell, so much hell,
Gm
I just can't seem to chill
Cm
And uh, get it still,
Dm
Gm
I bring the real nig ga
A lil' loafed out, smoked out
Eb
Gm
dealer out the southwest
Cm
Eb
Gm
Bustin' out my dick, he's comin' get me,
nigga, God bless
Mashin' and mobbin',
blastin' and robbin'
What? Got my cash and I'm flossin',
dodgin' the law
What? Plus 11 brain,
they getting the player paid
Eb
Gm
Cm
Eb
So I'm waiting, out of focus
Gm
Mama told me I'm hopeless
and I know this
Eb
But notice, my older brothers
slacing me with game
Gm
Cm
Gm
Eb
Get some work out on the block,
Gm
never let them know your name
Bad days I don't complain,
Eb
maintain and come again
Cm
Eb
Gm
I'm insane in the brain, it's all game
Who on the lid of all the life?
No longer homies,
y 'all let's ride tonight
C
Dm
Gm
No longer homies, see they all enemies
Now it's only me on the mission of OG
Eb
Gm
Cm
Eb
I'm in the cuts, hitting these niggas up
Now I'm saggin' in my bridges,
Eb
stackin' riches straight
Gm
Cm
Gm
Gamin', I'm a wild motherfucker,
and it ain't no tamin'
Eb
To be a G and not to be exquisitely,
I'm seekin'
Cm
Gm
Mobbin' like Rikas,
Eb
Gm
D
Gm
the ghost is in the house
and he's squeakin'
Easin' up on this nigga
with the nickel -platin' trigger
Cm
Duggin' non -stop, livin'
Gm
cause the nigga know it's this a prison
Eb
A son's givin' to this world,
feelin' pain
Cm
Gm
Eb
Give that young player some game
Gm
and let that motherfucker do his thing
Now who's to blame?
He wanted to regulate the Southside
Cm
Eb
You bout to get your shit split,
Cm
D
Gm
isn't it wicked when we ride?
Colombian crack smuggler,
Eb
pandemonium
Gm
Eb
Back from under, niggas,
Gm
let's keep in contact
So we can stack these numbers
I wonder, chillin' with some homies
from the West Coast
Cm
Gm
No set trip, let's sit in the Lex
And sip the X -O,
my ex -hoe be jockin'
Eb
Cause she know my shit be poppin'
Gm
Eb
Gm
Murderous mob nigga
on the runnin',
I ain't stoppin'
What it is and what it's all about
Let's see how the hell
we can rock the house
and kick these lyrics all night long
Gm
Oh boy, you know it's Mr. Mike,
Eb
What it is and what it's all about
Gm
F
Baby let's see how the
Gm
hell we can rock the house
I grab a microphone
Eb
and get these styles all night long
F
Girl you know it's Mr. Mike
Gm
D
and tonight it's on
Gm
What it is and what it's all about
Cm
Dm
Let's see how the hell
Gm
we can rock the house
Another day, another dose of this
Players stay close to this
Cm
Eb
Can't lose your focus,
Dm
Gm
we all got modes to kick
Eb
What it is and what it's all about
Gm
Cm
Dm
Let's see how the hell
Gm
we can rock the house
Another day, another dose, it is
Eb
Whether you're broke or rich,
Cm
Eb
Cm
can't lose your fo cus
Gm
Cm
C
We all got more to give
Eb
C
Gm
We all got more
Eb
Cm
Gm
to give
Eb
Gm
Eb
We all got more to give
Gm
We all got more to give
Gm
We all got more to give
Gm
Extravagant discourse, spiritual nature,
of a god gifted,
Gm
Eb
hustling motherfucker
named Mr. Mike. Peace.
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