Tonart: B major•
Verse 1
B
Mike, you got a wire from
Jay.
What's the code?
Code
Say, man, shit, I've been looking for
you for three months, man.
B
Mozambique locked down in solitary.
I couldn't holler at nobody.
You know what saying?
We're fucked up.
Thanks to
Vito, man, we were able to
put our hands on you.
And check this out.
The lawyer, the judge, the warden,
Cm
B
everybody been taking care of you, man.
G#
B
An d you be raising out of this motherfucker
immediately.
About time, shit.
By the way, what the fuck's
G#
been go ing on in here?
G#
the motherfuckers reset it
B
But I'm used to that shit now,
G#
so I ain't gon' sweat it
B
Damn court -appointed lawyers,
G#
they don't do a damn thing
B
G#
Railroad the niggas, they got paid anyway
Take they funky ass 200 and run
Leavin' a nigga locked up in
this bitch just for fun
That's a damn shame
Yeah, yeah, they be fuckin' up
B
Look how they certify that
G#
juvenile right there named
Buck
B
G#
Gave that motherfucker 50 years
Cb
This life won't be worth shit
Ab
by the he get out of here
Cb
Ain't looked at that dope
Cb
Sweeping the floor for fucking
Cb
Speaking on cigarettes,
Ab
it's time to play crook
Cb
I gotta steal mine cause I ain't
Ab
got no money on my books
but traded them to the trustee
That's why I'm wearing
this brand new
Cadillac
Jeep, yeah
Ab
G
And sporting a bitch like a champ
Cm
Cb
I gotta get a hold of some en
Cb
G
So I can write a couple of letters to my folks
Cb
To put some money on my books so
I can get me some smokes
Ab
Cb
Cause ain't nobody sending
me a motherfucker
G
Cm
Ayo, when you get through that cigarette,
Ab
Cb
G, let me catch that butt
Yo man, I kicked you down with that,
Ab
Cb
but just remember
You're right about a thing
E
But every little thing's
Db
Ab
gonna be alright
It's gonna be alright
Eb
Ab
Gb
Cb
You see that n***a right there,
Ab
he's locked down for rape
Cb
And tonight it's motherfuckin'
Ab
manhood they gon' take
Cb
He tried to tell us he was
We found out later that
rapin' was his hobby
Cb
Yeah, he raped a little baby girl,
Jack
G
Cb
I hope they fuck him in his
Ab
ass until his tongue turn black
Cb
Ab
And I bet the boss man won't stop it
G
Cm
Just turn his head and walk
G
away like he ain't see shit
Ab
Cb
Ab
Come to think of it, they need to fuck him too
Cb
I put a gun to his head,
Ab
without a can, just shoot
Ab
why they taking so long with my shit?
I can't wait to get home,
I'm ready to bail out this bitch
said motherfucker curse me out
G
Cb
I told the bitch
Ab
I'ma kill both of you hoes when I get out
Cb
Man that shit made me so
motherfucking mad and uptight
G
Cb
I damn near begged the boss
Ab
man to let me out for one night
B
Cause I ain't the one to
G#
G
get played by a bitch
G#
B
But hey, I caught a case
G#
and I can 't do shit
Man fuck that bitch,
G#
Cb
Let a motherfuckin' hoe be a
hoe, and like I said before
Don't worry, about a thing
E
Cause every little thing,
C#
G#
gonna be alright
F#
B
It's gonna be alright
Ay yo man, you hear these
Ab
fuckin' lies they tell
Cb
About how they used to raise
Cb
You see that nigga right there,
Ab
he's a motherfuckin' trip
Cb
Ab
Always talkin' that goddamn lyrical
Cb
Came up to me the other day,
introduced himself this way
Say my name is
Billy
Ab
Cb
Ray and boy, I got some shit to say
When I used to be in the world,
Ab
had so many fine -ass girls
Cb
Walkin' around with big ol' asses
draped in diamond golds and pearls
Nobody ever fucked with me,
Ab
cause I carry a nine
Cb
You see, they had to put me away cause
Ab
I was killin' niggas constantly
Cb
Back in the world, I was a badass brother
Ab
Cb
I say, get out of my face,
Ab
you lyin' motherfucker
Cb
Cause he be in the shower
Ab
jackin' off his dick
Shootin' out on his toes,
the bastard must be sick
Cb
But I guess, well, you've been
Ab
locked up in this bitch for so long
G
Ab
Cb
It ain't no thing to introduce the palm of
Cb
your hand to your bone
Cm
SHOWTIME!
Cb
Ab
I'm sick of eatin' this goddamn slot,
Cb
tastes like some shit that ain't a scrape
Ab
From the bottom of the pot,
G
For a home -cooked meal,
Cb
visions of fried fish
This shit can't be real
Ab
Cb
Mike, you're losin' it, man
Ab
Well, goddamnit, let me lose it
Cb
Ab
Cb
Imagination's strong, so I know I gotta use it
I wanna go home, I wonder,
Ab
G
can I break out
Cb
These penitentiary blues have got me down,
G
Cb
Man, don't let that shit get you down
Eb
Cb
Jada took care of everybody
and everything
So man, just
Don't worry, about a thing
E
Cause every little thing,
C#
G#
gonna be alright
It's gonna be alright
Eb
Ab
Cb
Don't worry,
about a thing
Don't worry, about a thing
Don't worry, about a thing
Thank
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