Tonart: C minor•
Intro 1
Fm
Ab
Gm
Cm
Ab
Gm
Bb
Verse 1
Ab
Gm
trying to take me off of my game
Bb
Cm
Just a nigga from the hood,
that's looks some good
Gm
Bb
Now they all want to to jock my fame
Fm
When I coming down in my? born?
Ab
Gm
And I'm rolling one deep that
should tell you about me
Bb
Cm
I don't give a damn
about none of you hoes
Gm
Cm
I blast on sight cause I
Gm
Bb
ain't tripping no more
Verse 2
Fm
You can't knock my hustle,
Ab
ain't no games gone be played
Gm
Even haters a hundred miles away,
deuce out they shades
Bb
Cm
Fm
Coming down one deep,
Cm
Bb
I ain't gone stop and try to speak
Gm
I keep on rolling mean mugging
as I pull on a sweet
Bb
Fm
I gave a cool package of sellers,
Ab
Gm
because I knocked down yellas
Keep a 4 for myself and a
Bb
4- 4 for the jealous
Cm
Ab
Cause them boys be scoping, in
Cm
Gm
toxicated and hoping
That they run up on Z- Ro I
leave they flesh wide open
Bb
Fm
Let them take me for what,
Ab
Gm
cause I be damned if I slip
Beretta beam in the club
same thang on my hip
Bb
Cm
Ab
Cm
Another case like that,
Bb
Cm
Gm
if you don't think I bring that
Run on up and I'ma bust and
Bb
flip your brain like crack
Verse 3
Ab
Gm
try ing to take me off of my game
Bb
Cm
Just a nigga from the hood,
that's looks some good
Gm
Bb
Now they all want to to jock my fame
Fm
When I coming down in my? born?
Gm
Ab
Gm
And I'm rolling one deep that
should tell you about me
Cm
Fm
Cm
I don't give a damn about
none of you hoes
Gm
Cm
I blast on sight cause I ain't
Verse 4
Gm
Fm
Nothing but dollars we clock, show
after show we gone rock
Pimpin hoes in the five double o and
Cm
Fm
baby mamas gone jock
What the fuck is the deal,
somebody pass me the kill
Rubatussin and marijuana, one
time and I peal
Don't let a snitch see my dope,
cause the snitches gone squeel
If they play with my freedom,
you know a coffin gone feel
Niggas be working with louds,
Gm
I'm gone work on they jaws
Fm
Putting snitches in ditches cause I
Gm
Fm
know they be talking bout
Every move that I make,
Gm
Ab
that's why I be solo when I bake
Gm
Cooking up in the kitchen come
up with a ounce with no flakes
Bb
Cm
Ab
Cm
Cause when I say get back,
Bb
before my finger start itching
Gm
Better believe when I relieve my
Bb
stress you might come up missing
Fm
I don't be kissing no ass,
Ab
take a hit and dump the ash
Gm
I'ma chop on 20's with
Bb
sparkling oak on my dash
Cm
Fm
I'm too low to descirbe, out
Cm
Bb
the Screwed Up tribe
Gm
Read about it in the Source,
Bb
Bbsus4
Murda Dog and the Vibe
Verse 5
Ab
Gm
trying to take me off of my game
Bb
Cm
Fm
Just a nigga from the hood,
Cm
that's looks some good
Gm
Now they all want to to jock my fame
Bb
Fm
When I coming down in my? born?
Ab
Gm
And I'm rolling one deep that
should tell you about me
Bb
Gm
Cm
I don't give a damn
about none of you hoes
Gm
Cm
I blast on sight cause I
Gm
ain't tripping no more
Verse 6
Cm
Bb
Fm
back in 94 they
use to laugh at me baby
Now it's year two triple o
broads be after me baby
Can you recall when I was sparkling
now I hide behind 10
Cause being in a drop with a escallade I
know you want to know where I went
I got a bitch named Lucy,
Gm
for me she sell her coochie
Finest in the vagina for lunch
when I feel like sushi
Bb
Cm
See it to the day we fall,
Fm
Cm
Bb
Gm
we ball out of control
Everyday at my low key location
hoes fall out of they clothes
Bb
Fm
Range Rovers and Hummers,
Plus I'm a pen pimping veteran,
smelling plex among new comers
Cm
How you love a platinum plack it
Bb
means I'm already gold
Gm
It ain't no joke I'm in the scope,
Bb
five hundred thousand already sold
Fm
I'm throwed off in the mind,
Ab
Gm
mic and producer and booms no? reap? in the wine
Smoke to relax my mind,
Bb
radio songs go lemon lime
Cm
Fuck a neuse a niggas might go thet
Bb
there to the po po why pop it
Gm
Eb
Gm
Giving out my phone number on the daily
Bb
cause it won't hurt my pocket
Verse 7
Ab
Gm
trying to take me off of my game
Bb
Cm
Just a nigga from the hood,
that's looks some good
Gm
Now they all want to to jock my fame
Bb
Fm
When I coming down in my? born?
Ab
Gm
And I'm rolling one deep that
Bb
should tell you about me
Cm
Ab
Cm
I don't give a damn about
none of you hoes
Gm
Cm
I blast on sight cause I ain't
Gm
Bb
Fm
tripping no more
Verse 8
Fm
Ab
Gm
Man, what's the god damn deal, Southside,
Bb
Gm
Ab
Cm
Gm
Northside, Eastside, Westside
It's your boy Z- Ro,
Bb
Fm
knocking down the door in year two triple o
Ab
Gm
S.U.C. for life, screw you,
Cm
Ab
Fm
Cm
Fm
Heavy Weighters, my nigga Toon,
Gm
Fm
R- O, Big M- O- E
Z to the Ro,
Ab
Gm
Ab
Geurilla Maab affilliated, know what I'm saying
Ab
Ab
Gm
Putting it down, new millenium it's ours,
get that baby
Bb
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