Tonart: E minor
Verse 1
Dm
Morele, this song's dedicated to my Darkonejo,
aka Kanjo, Mr. Perterous Flow.
Don't trip, fuck these fools.
A little rap jam from my right
-hand man.
Vámonos.
A
Another vato's bout to bite the dust.
Dm
Fuck him with a cartel
Dm
A
I hold it down in my Southside town.
Dm
Heard a buster got beef,
A
he know where to be found
Dm
A
What the fuck? Another drive, I was up
Dm
Killing everybody when the
weapons erupt
A
Dm
Don't give a fuck,
A
everybody catching lead
Dm
AKs, 47 rounds to the head
A
Dm
A
Empty the mag, holla at you fags
Dm
Thought you held it down,
now your body bag
A
Dm
A
Here's the plan, do the job so neat
Dm
Rid my enemies from the
Dm
Time to chill, lay low on the deal
A
Dm
Cause Forensics looking
Dm
Ain't gonna hap pen,
Dm
A
No fingerprint or suspect to get
Dm
Am
All my enemigas get blasted up
Dm
Mastermind job, homie,
Dm
Think you callin' shots,
Dm
Conejo, Enco, Porro,
Dm
All my enemigas get blasted up
Mastermind job, homie,
Dm
Think you callin' shots,
homie, back on up
Conejo, Enco, Porro,
Dm
A
Yeah, you all buffed up with your tattoos
Dm
A
So instead of catchin' one,
dawg, you're catchin' two
Dm
A
Little cock, smokin' dissa on the internet
Dm
I reach through your Macintosh
Dm
Pipin' down your bitch,
Dm
It's nothin' personal,
Dm
Tried to keep the beef wrapped,
Dm
Now I got a infrared pointin'
Dm
Where you at, homes?
A
you with a loaded clapper
Dm
A
In a three -piece, clean and dapper
Dm
Nobody at your funeral
Dm
A
Tryna be a G, man you got no school
Dm
Acting all gumbalo, yes I got you the tool
A
Dm
En emy goes crack when the
Dm
Haha, to fuck your whole day up
A
Dm
Homeboy, all my enemy guys
homie that's what's up
A
Think you calling shots, homie back on up
Dm
Go left, wake up home,
Dm
A
All my enemy guys get blasted up
homie that's what's up
Think we callin' shots,
homie, back on up
Gon' have to work us hard,
Dm
Plottin' on your death,
Dm
What you think I'd only
A
want someone to miss you
Dm
Pointin' at you with two
Dm
You ain't worth a sixteen,
Dm
A
Between your eyes, Saturday surprise
Dm
A
Bring some tears to your half -eyes eyes
Dm
You get a new tux, perfect size
A
Dm
Got you a new box,
Dm
Tryin' to clown with your bullshit rhymes
A
Dm
Used to do the bang shit,
A
then I did the slang shit
A
now it's back to the gang shit
Dm
A
Roll deep with the S's that I hang with
Dm
A
With my conjo up a twenty -fifth
Dm
Little homies do the hideous shit
A
Dm
You on the wrong side of town,
A
man, you catchin' a clip
Dm
All my enemy guys get
Dm
Mastermind job, want me fast,
Dm
Think you callin' shots,
Dm
Go left, go in, go home,
Dm
A
All my enemikas get blasted up
Dm
A
Mastermind job, only that's what's up
Dm
Think you're calling shots?
Hold me back, hold up
Kulejo and Kupo 'o,
A
Dm
Kulejo and Kupo 'o, imperial
A
Oleg Kulejo don't trip, dawg
Dm
I'ma hold these bastards down
A
while you're out of town
Outro 1
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