Tonart: C# minor•
Verse 1
C#m
Now like I was saying
I used to go into mo'fuckin', um, Bomber's
Club on Convent
With slacks and shoes
on, with the TEC- 9 on
Just - you know what I'm saying?
Just scoping out for a bit
Yeah Psych, you used to have the TEC
with the good pants?
You know, we was just hungry like that
Too tired of shooting in the air 'cause I
can't get my way and shi'
Verse 2
C#m
Grandma hid that hammer in
her mattress from my uncle
He would listen to Wu- Tang
D
'fore walking in the jungle
C#m
Army fatigue jacket, kitchen knife,
hope he don't cut you
With a deuce- deuce up in his
boot in case he get in tussles
D
C#m
(And he
Verse 3
will) let it bang,
let it bang, let it bang
(And he will) let it bang,
D
let it bang, let it bang
C#m
(And he will) let it bang,
let it bang, let it bang
(And he will) let it bang, let it bang,
Verse 4
let it bang
C#m
Lightpost workout,
how he turned out
Granddaddy tried to help him
but he burnt out
He screamed, "Lazy fucker,
D
won't you try to get a job?"
C#m
Block party where the
hoochies turned out
They would dance and sweat they perm out
If they scream, "We got beef"
D
he would handle with no prob
Verse 5
liquor was his odor,
fragrance of a ridin' soldier
ODB was his persona,
C#m
40 ounce and then some marijuana
When grandma died from pneumonia
Now his life a roller coaster,
put that shit on God
Verse 6
C#m
(And he will) let it bang,
let it bang, let it bang
(And he will) let it bang,
D
let it bang, let it bang
C#m
(And he will) let it bang,
let it bang, let it bang
(And he will) let it bang,
let it bang, let it bang
Verse 7
C#m
Bruh, I miss my crackhead uncle
Sold him dope in by the bundles
Draw down on him, his own gun though
Fuck about family,
C#m
'Fore my clip go knock- knock zero
Fake nigga talkin' 'bout Q ain't real
18 slangin' that Coupe Deville
C#m
young nigga move that dope
Verse 8
C#m
Young nigga might get killed
Cuz ain't payin' my bills,
heat make the beef get grilled
12 years clutchin' that steel
Pop a nigga more than them pills
D
C#m
Pistol under sheet when I sleep
Body niggas like I do beats
I ain't talkin' 'bout my uncle, this me
Made another million this week
Swagger make a Bentley look cheap
I'm the reason why your
C#m
I'm the reason why your
Verse 9
homies ain't deep
Now you wanna talk about peace
Pimpin' bitches all in these
streets
Wonderin' why you rubbin' her feet
If you got high off what I sold
D
C#m
How his teeth plat inum
when he on shit row?
Big belly ballin' like I'm
still gettin' throwed
Leave a nigga flat 'til his body get towed
Sad that the curtain got closed
Verse 10
Leave him with a hole in his skull
C#m
Let it bang, let it bang,
C#sus4
C#m
let it bang
D
C#sus4
Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang
C#m
Let it bang, let it bang,
C#sus4
let it bang
C#m
C#m
Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang
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