Tonart: G minor
Verse 1
Em
B
Em
Tryin'
D
B
Em
to make
D
a dollar out of fifteen cents
Em
D
How come when I was down you wasn't
Em
D
Em
brown nosin'
Verse 2
Em
See it's a fucked up life that I'm livin' in
D
Em
D
I slang cola cause I didn't
she don't wanna slang dope
Em
The ghetto's tryin' to kill me
D
Em
which way should I go
Em
takin' penitentiary chances
D
Em
Even though there's marks on my
D
Em
turf that can't stand me
D
I think to myself, when should I leave
Em
Too say fuck em' nigga till
I guess I'm a G about my
Em
scrilla cause they bashin'
D
Crews know that P is quick to put
D
The game got me streesin' but
Em
the game gon' stress out
D
Em
D
Even though the task just
Em
D
raid a nigga's house
Em
Took a loss in the game tryin'
D
Em
to bubble up
D
Em
Find the P deep in the grind slang
in' dope fiends double ups
D
Em
And pretty soon I'll be back to a whole thing
D
If I had to do it again I'd probably
Verse 3
but a
Em
D
Em
thang to let ya nuts hang
D
Em
D
Cause in this game a million niggas
Em
D
tried to fuck the same thang
Em
D
Em
I know it be like on,
D
Em
D
Em
on my block
D
Em
D
Em
Niggas must be on the cell while
D
another's on the short stop
Em
D
It won't stop and
D
Em
G
Em
Tell me another quick way for a
D
nigga to check a grip, shit
I'm kind of in a rush,
it's kind of like a must
Em
To get some, in God we trust
Verse 4
D
Em
Bein' broke sure ain't no joke
D
I barely got enough money to
Em
D
buy me a whole loaf
Em
Niggas be spendin' money
like records
D
Em
So I move from Mike Chester to
D
Girbaud pocket
Em
D
Cause a lesson is a nig
Em
D
ga will shoot
No playin' hoops,
he ain't gon' never see no signs or no quick loot
Em
D
Dank costs ten and
D
Em
So I gots have more in my pocket than
D
Em
D
a nickel and a dime, bitch
Em
Gold fronts in my mouth,
Verse 5
D
Em
D
hella dope and got my bags tight
Em
Bitches on my dick cause they
D
Em
D
know the P rags are tight
Em
D
Em
But I ain't trippin' off no
D
hoochies with no lil' skirt
Em
D
Em
D
Em
D
I'd rather deal with them turks,
D
Em
They caught up in some dirt
D
Em
Cause I'm the Ice Cream
Man droppin' off hella loads
D
Vanilla, stawberry, cherry bitch
Em
I even got Rocky Road
Em
I know you dope fiends wanna lick
D
But that's gon' cost you twenty
Em
bones in case you wanna hit
I love you, you love me
But this ice cream don't go for free
It's a ten, twenty, fifty,
hundred dollar sack or cone
D
And if you ain't spendin'
Em
bring yo broke ass on
Em
fools they can 't see me though
Em
that's plenty meet me at the liquor store
Fiends want credit but
cha' know I can't fade ya
Em
D
When you get cha' cash together
D
I'm stressin' off the game,
D
I just had to bail my lil'
partner last week
In and out of aves gettin'
D
Em
Gettin' my hustle on, a way of sur vival
D
And if I get caught I got play
But I ain't goin' out without
two stones to the head
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