Tonart: B minor
Verse 1
Bm
Em
to all my motherfuckin' niggas,
you know what I'm sayin'?
Word up
D
Em
And, um, to my niggas too
D
Em
You know I'm sayin'? up, sayin'
D
For the mother niggas, though
Em
You know what I'm sayin'?
D
Em
I got my clique ready,
ready for hand -to -hand combo
Bm
Em
Pawns break em' down,
D
Rappanoid cut his throat
Bm
Em
Y 'all scoop him up,
D
all gottie stomp him out
Bm
Em
Each twin grab her arm,
Bm
D
Em
Nitty turn his face to me
Em
I throw him up against the wall
D
Em
and put a hole in his face so big
D
It almost took his whole face off
Bm
Em
We got the tape position,
Em
We blitz like Dallas,
D
in the Super Bowl face off
Em
With long swords, ready for war
D
We play it coarse, and take your life laws
Em
D
Never found again, boss
Em
A job well done, relax
D
Throw back fists up, Ba cardi linemen
Em
D
Fifties and hands get lit
Em
Fuck a whip, a fabulous mob,
Em
D
Lunatic nigga, jump off what got hit
Em
D
With max attacks and silenced spit
Em
D
Shots whizz past your earlobe and shit
Em
That's the sound of a nigga,
Em
Got you running, dodging,
Em
Bullets ripping through the
fabric of your shirt,
D
it's melting and you bleed again
Em
D
You just another nigga dealt with,
shooter alert
Em
D
Our house is nothing like the covenant
like a bitch hold one in the oven
D
Em
If it ain't drama, money up front,
D
broke bitches, simple -minded niggas
Em
D
Alpha, havoc position, that's opposition
Em
D
Wet in me, calm addition
Em
Suddenly, and out of the blue
D
Em
And now I see, by myself, by myself
D
Em
And rolling man trees, paranoid on point
D
And now I see, who's who
Em
Distinguished fake ones,
out of the immediate crew
Em
D
if you jeopardize mine, dude
You small, my new,
Em
D
got a deck to deal with aces up
Em
You overbidden, and in the bridge,
Em
This ain't a card game,
D
but in perspective it's the same
Em
Put two and two together,
Em
Contain drama, like outbreak
D
Em
You order drama, we outtake
Em
keep it real and throw the fake out
Em
hit you up from the waist up
That's how it is,
D
Bm
D
and how it is is kinda fucked up
Em
D
Butterbeast banging,
got your whole clique singing
Em
D
On the corner while it's ringing,
Em
four pound left your ears ringing
D
Delete those and keep my shit discreet
Em
D
Niggas is trash rhyme, totally off beat
Em
D
And out of sync with they life,
E &J been tight
Em
D
Niggas slow your roll, you speed it,
Em
now you bleed it tonight
D
Em
For no reason wanna be max it does,
D
get smacked, show no love
Em
Crush your team like a bare hug,
D
they infamous and do dirt
Em
They're the smell like mud,
New York,
D
New Yiddy, Queenside feel
Em
No pity, no remorse,
D
taking it to the source, of course
Em
D
Bare that ass thug grill,
Em
kid, it's only your mask
D
That you wear, take off, cop out,
Room on top of room,
D
Em
gaffer gaff, and all the rules
Em
and let the nickel nine pop on you
D
Em
Yo, my crew in the front, got it locked
D
Em
My live niggas in the back,
D
got the gas blowin' outta your back
What the deal with them
Em
tough looks in our contact?
D
Em
Starin' all up in your cornea,
Em
The look of a true -to -life
Em
Go at the first nigga to front,
and overreact
D
Em
You get dealt with, dealt with quick
D
Em
Opposition get melted with hot shit,
he felt it
D
Em
You get dealt with, dealt with quick
D
Em
Opposition get melted with hot shit,
D
Em
opposition get melted with hot shit,
D
Em
D
Em
he felt it
D
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D
You
Outro 1
Em
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