Tonart: E major
Verse 1
D
C
D
C
Dm
C
Ay o, let's get papers and pop
D
C
more with hoes up in skyscrapers
And condominiums overlooking
Am
Dm
our drug capers
New
York
C
City, no only way to play is gritty
Am
C
I want cheddar so we can front up in the
Dm
D
C
My whole committee like the
Puff
Al's or
No
Jiggy
Who want test this?
D
Am
Might see me leave you chestless
Dm
D
C
It ain't shit that you can say to me
When you be breathless
Young but I done did
Shit that you won't do
Dm
C
Sink your head with that bullshit
You blab about going through
I got niggas who pump
On your block and in your spot
Am
Dm
Who sit next to you, protectin' you
But they'll murder you,
playin' down status
Eb
Dm
Nigga, we gettin' chips and sis
D
C
And bad bitches, sis,
threatenin' clips and
with a lot, be takin' nots
Em
C
From the out of state spots
D
C
D
C
Any nigga make it hot,
get found and bake a lot
You don't really wanna come try
D
C
The one guy who stays
Dm
D
dumb high from blunt
lot
The racket sang, sang alumni
C
Who got more beef than the
So I pack enough sonic arms
C
And neutralize the atomic bomb
D
It's not a nigga in your gang want it
My
Am
Dm
C
AK slay gays, spray strays,
niggas names on it
G
C
Am
Often I bug them but soften the thug
A
Dm
Have a chump coughing blood,
C
fill his coffin with slugs
Bb
Am
Yo you know I got enough
G
Am
guns to wreck a nation
Dm
D
Dm
C
Any nigga wave a techie mason,
have a explanation
Am
You bring your crew in them,
I'm doing them
Then I'm beating them
Dm
D
down with aluminum
Am
C
Then I'm putting two in them
I've been devil sent
Am
Dm
Wanted for investment
Eb
A lot of other things but that's irrelevant
C
D
then prepare to die for it
E
A
Niggas done started somethin'
Am
D
C
You can lay in the flames or hug the sky for
it
E
A
D
Niggas done started somethin'
Am
Dm
C
If you love the money,
D
then prepare to die for it
Am
D
Niggas done started somethin'
A
D
C
You can lay in the flames or hug the sky for
it
D
A
D
Niggas done started somethin'
Yo, check out the kid that get coke like
Sosa
Never turn down
Am
Cho -Chi, bein' the co -star
Dm
C
D
Rika, sippin' margaritas
C
D
with her mami
D
Tommy, showin' love to my army
Dm
D
Whenever the locks find rippy blocks,
Am
but I still don't feel em
Dm
D
And this is for the listeners
Em
D
and prisoners
Em
And them jealous rap cats
D
Am
that prefer dissin' us
you can feel em in your vein
Like
Eb
Sugar
Hill
D
Dm
D
J be the cause for the
C
D
kiss at your wake
C
Em
Am
Cartel lips spittin' clips at your face
Dm
D
We started from the bottom,
you'll see bad niggas party
Am
D
Am
Whatever, we can do it at the garden
D
C
Word life, this shit is real big
D
I'm makin' niggas blow trial
even if they not guilty
I'm on the palace for my thugs,
with oriental rugs
Bring back some drugs,
Dm
D
Twenty niggas battin' me,
E
still couldn't shatter me
C
Em
I'm only gettin' up,
D
splittin' up your anatomy
Am
Dm
Official
D
C
D
Locke family, ranch niggas handin' me
I want the finer things,
C
Am
and I hope you understand me
Dm
D
C
D
Sit tin' at the table plannin',
D
Dm
Let the sweat dry off and
Am
then grab the cannon
Dm
C
Think the smartest and
retaliate the hardest
Em
E
D
Am
Regardless if you a thug or a rap artist
Pesci
And if rap was hockey, I'd be
Puffin'
Dm
C
And y 'all niggas done
Em
D
Actin' invincible like you
Em
I'ma mix a lot till you rot
And if you a player,
D
then play for everything you got
Dm
D
And if you a thug,
C
then start bustin' off shots
you better bite before you bark
then prepare to die for it
D
Niggas done started somethin'
Am
Dm
D
You can lay in the flames or
C
Am
hug the sky for it
somethin'
Dm
Don't come at me with no bullshit,
A
Bb
Am
Cause when I wet shit,
I dead shit, like abortion
Dm
It's for bigger portions of
D
extortion and racketeering
Am
D
Am
Got niggas fearin', fuck what you heard,
just what you hearin'
D
C
How much darker must it get,
D
C
E
how much harder must it hit
Am
C
See if your heart is niggas flippin'
D
Am
when I start a bunch of shit
Dm
I like pussy, but not up in my face,
so give me three feet
D
Dm
Cause when we creep, no more than three deep,
A
D
A
Am
shit buried in the mud
Following chases of
gunpowder residue and blood
C
ID is impossible, so you know
D
John
Doe is what they gon' be putting
C
on that tag on your tongue
D
G
C
Now who gon' tell your mother her baby's
Am
C
under a cover in the morgue
Em
G
D
Am
D
Sniffers of logs nipped out by the dogs
I still have a hard -headed
nigga that wouldn't listen
C
So you got what you came for,
Em
C
Am
D
surgery with a chainsaw
C
D
I hit the fuckin' streets, cause like I said before,
ain't nothin' goin' down until I eat
Am
D
Motherfuckers think it's all about impressin'
bitches and stressin' bitches
While I'm testin' bitches, gang,
Am
undressin' bitches and caressin' bitches
D
And dealin' with motherfuckers on all levels,
what I'm dealin' with is all devils
Fuckin' with snakes,
D
runnin' with niggas you call rebels
Dm
D
I got an army of 730 niggas,
dirty niggas that come through and worry niggas
A
Am
30 niggas that like to bury niggas,
D
and scary niggas get it all the time
Cause what they got is all of mine,
Eb
your man was talkin' shit until I pulled the 9
D
And if I don't know you,
Am
I don't fuck with you
And if you with my man,
C
then he getting stuck with you
Am
D
And gave it to money,
cause I just lost my mind when he crossed the line
Am
Sent his back through his chest,
then I tossed a nine
Gotti
Am
C
I stack bodies with the black shottie
Bitch -ass niggas that act snotty
Get it!
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