Tonart: Bb minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
Ab
All the way from the
hood
Fm
One chocolate nigga up to no good
Ab
Fm
Yo I gotta watch my back,
Bbm
cause it's like that
Ab
Gb
Too many fools on a mis sion
Verse 2
in work for a hood
Fm
F
they ain't even got they ass in
G
Ab
Everybody got beef,
with me and my crew
But ain't nobody step yet (so what
Bb
Ab
the fuck they do?)
Verse 3
Ab
G
Runnin' they motherfuckin' lip
worried about who a blood or crip
Ab
Fm
Man, fuck the red and the blue team
Ab
Fm
F
Fool, my color runs green
Ab
Fm
And it'll stay as I choose
Verse 4
Ab
And if my homies ain't down,
Gb
they catchin' the blues
E
They want to stab me in my
Gb
Ab
back huh?
But soon as they do,
Bbm
I'm comin' back at cha
Ab
F
The same go for a bitch
Verse 5
G
She want to fuck and be good,
'til the money maker switch
Gb
And then I'm out on my limbs
Ab
Be got a grip on myself,
Fm
and kicked the bitch to the wind
Ab
'Cause my trust goes to no
one (yup)
Verse 6
Ab
And sometimes - I can't
trust my damn self!
Gb
It's a god damn shame
Bbm
Ab
Ain't no reason to blame,
Gb
Bbm
one fool or one game
F
But it's life and a nigga
Man, I'm just tired of the
Verse 7
Ab
[D.J Quik] Now if the
Gb
what you're cravin for
F
Ab
F
And the funky ass tape
is what you're savin for
Ab
Then look no further,
cause I'm the brother
Bbm
Gb
And I'm a break it down and
F
kick the shit once more
Verse 8
Gb
Ab
niggaz tryin to disrespect
Gb
the q they get knocked out
Ab
Niggaz tryin' to disrespect
Bbm
the crew they get drug out
Ab
Niggaz tryin' to catch a nigga
F
slippin get snuffed out
Ab
Gm
And bitches tryin' to set a nigga
Gb
up they get carried out
Verse 9
And yeah that bucket that you ridin in,
Bbm
Gb
when the glock roar
Ab
That's the same mother
Ab
fucker you'll be hidin in
Fifteen holes,
Ab
flat tires and you're windows gone
Now what's really goin on?
Verse 10
From Denver to Phoenix
and even St. Louis
Bbm
Everywhere we went, fools tried to do us
Dm
And to the suckaz thinkin' that a
Am
nigga wouldn't steal
and is your nose healed?
Verse 11
Somewhere along the line
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Gb
they musta heard the rumor
Of my underground days mixed
Bbm
with bangin and humor
And when I got on stage,
they all jumped in my way
Shoutin', "what up 'cause?"
just to see what I'd say
Verse 12
But I ain't trippin, just checkin' a grip
I ain't crippin' or even ruinin'
blood'n, just smokin a bud'n
Gettin' bent,
so if you want to see me throw a full fit
F
D
Then come up in my face with that bullshit
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