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