Tonart: C minor
Intro 1
Dm
F
Em
Am
F
Em
G
Verse 1
F
Em
trying to take me off of my game
G
Am
Just a nigga from the hood,
that's looks some good
Em
G
Now they all want to to jock my fame
Dm
When I coming down in my? born?
F
Em
And I'm rolling one deep that
should tell you about me
G
Am
I don't give a damn
about none of you hoes
Em
Am
I blast on sight cause I
Em
G
ain't tripping no more
Verse 2
Dm
You can't knock my hustle,
F
ain't no games gone be played
Em
Even haters a hundred miles away,
deuce out they shades
G
Am
Dm
Coming down one deep,
Am
G
I ain't gone stop and try to speak
Em
I keep on rolling mean mugging
as I pull on a sweet
G
Dm
I gave a cool package of sellers,
F
Em
because I knocked down yellas
Keep a 4 for myself and a
Am
F
Cause them boys be scoping, in
Am
Em
toxicated and hoping
That they run up on Z- Ro I
leave they flesh wide open
G
Dm
Let them take me for what,
F
Em
cause I be damned if I slip
Beretta beam in the club
same thang on my hip
G
Am
F
Am
Another case like that,
G
Am
Em
if you don't think I bring that
Run on up and I'ma bust and
G
flip your brain like crack
Verse 3
F
Em
trying to take me off of my game
G
Am
Just a nigga from the hood,
that's looks some good
Em
G
Now they all want to to jock my fame
Dm
When I coming down in my? born?
Em
F
Em
And I'm rolling one deep that
should tell you about me
Am
Dm
Am
I don't give a damn about
none of you hoes
Em
Am
I blast on sight cause I ain't
Verse 4
Em
Dm
Nothing but dollars we clock, show
after show we gone rock
Pimpin hoes in the five double o and
Am
Dm
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,
Em
I'm gone work on they jaws
Dm
Putting snitches in ditches cause I
Em
Dm
know they be talking bout
Every move that I make,
Em
F
that's why I be solo when I bake
Em
Cooking up in the kitchen come
up with a ounce with no flakes
G
Am
F
Am
Cause when I say get back,
G
before my finger start itching
Em
Better believe when I relieve my
G
stress you might come up missing
Dm
I don't be kissing no ass,
F
take a hit and dump the ash
Em
I'ma chop on 20's with
G
sparkling oak on my dash
Am
Dm
I'm too low to descirbe, out
Am
G
the Screwed Up tribe
Em
Read about it in the Source,
G
Gsus4
Murda Dog and the Vibe
Verse 5
F
Em
trying to take me off of my game
G
Am
Dm
Just a nigga from the hood,
Am
that's looks some good
Em
Now they all want to to jock my fame
G
Dm
When I coming down in my? born?
F
Em
And I'm rolling one deep that
should tell you about me
G
Em
Am
I don't give a damn
about none of you hoes
Em
Am
I blast on sight cause I
Em
ain't tripping no more
Verse 6
Am
G
Dm
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,
Em
for me she sell her coochie
Finest in the vagina for lunch
when I feel like sushi
G
Am
See it to the day we fall,
Dm
Am
G
Em
we ball out of control
Everyday at my low key location
hoes fall out of they clothes
G
Dm
Range Rovers and Hummers,
Plus I'm a pen pimping veteran,
smelling plex among new comers
Am
How you love a platinum plack it
Em
It ain't no joke I'm in the scope,
G
five hundred thousand already sold
Dm
I'm throwed off in the mind,
F
Em
mic and producer and booms no? reap? in the wine
Smoke to relax my mind,
G
radio songs go lemon lime
Am
Fuck a neuse a niggas might go thet
G
there to the po po why pop it
Em
C
Em
Giving out my phone number on the daily
G
cause it won't hurt my pocket
Verse 7
F
Em
trying to take me off of my game
G
Am
Just a nigga from the hood,
that's looks some good
Em
Now they all want to to jock my fame
G
Dm
When I coming down in my? born?
F
Em
And I'm rolling one deep that
G
should tell you about me
Am
F
Am
I don't give a damn about
none of you hoes
Em
Am
I blast on sight cause I ain't
Em
G
Dm
tripping no more
Verse 8
Dm
F
Em
Man, what's the god damn deal, Southside,
G
Em
F
Am
Em
Northside, Eastside, Westside
It's your boy Z- Ro,
G
Dm
knocking down the door in year two triple o
F
Em
S.U.C. for life, screw you,
Am
F
Dm
Am
Dm
Heavy Weighters, my nigga Toon,
Em
Dm
R- O, Big M- O- E
Z to the Ro,
F
Em
F
Geurilla Maab affilliated, know what I'm saying
F
F
Em
Putting it down, new millenium it's ours,
get that baby
G
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