Tonart: A minor
Verse 1
Bb
[Styles P + (Gerald Levert):]
(From the heart)
Dm
Bb
Dm
This shit is crazy
Storch
(From the soul)
(yeah, yeahhh)
I appreciate it (ooooooh, from
Bb
Dm
Y'know I'm so much in the
street (well well well)
Bb
I don't get a good look all
the time (it's f'real)
Am
So thank you (it's f'real, it's
Verse 2
Bb
""In God We Trust,""
it says it on the dollar bill
Dm
So should I say hallelujah?
Matter fact, what's a dollar to ya?
Is it a paper painted green
or the root of all evil like
your father schooled you?
They wanna bill me quick,
Bb
niggaz wanna kill me quick
Gotta spend a buck for somethin
Dm
nice at the dealership
Can't work for minimum wage nigga,
to tell the truth
Bb
Dm
That's why I live in a cage nigga
Am
Dm
Soon to be de pendin on haze nigga,
Bb
shit and I ain't pretendin
When a crook get a book
Dawg I'm in the bad
Dm
Nine milli' have you
close to dyin
Bb
But it's senseless, when I can let loose
and just spit a sentence
Bb
Dm
Like four cars copped off of one bird flipped
Bb
I know crime ain't rhyme but
I prefer this
Dm
[Chorus: Gerald Levert + ad lib s] This is the real
Verse 3
Dm
Bb
shit, givin niggaz real fits
And if you can't handle it
Dm
Bb
Then you ain't been where I been
Dm
And you ain't been where I been
Am
Bb
This is for real shit, givin niggaz real fits
And if you can't handle it
Dm
Bb
Then you ain't been where I been
Dm
And you ain't been where I been,
Bb
Dm
this is for real
Am
[Styles P:] Die fo' what you be lieve
Verse 4
Bb
in
Get high for numerous reasons,
Dm
Bb
no confession, no {?}
Just me in a dark room and the
Dm
fumes that I breathe in
Spirit leave the physical,
leave off the Earth
Then I breeze on the burst cause
Bb
I'm cursed with bein lyrical
Dawg I decapitate
Dm
niggaz, I never was yel low
But I'm nicer than the
Dm
Bb
All I need's a beat and
Your career's goin good
Am
Bb
'til you're bumpin into me
And I hit you with some shit that
make your life fucked up
Only thing to stop me from killin you sloppy
Dm
Bb
Dm
if God intervene or Christ jump up... what?
Am
Bb
Interlude 1
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Bb
Verse 5
Bb
[Chorus: w ad
Dm
Bb
Am
Dm
Bb
Dm
libs]
Verse 6
[Styles P] Shit's close to the end and
Bb
I ain't a beginner
Think I got a little thinner,
only thing I mean is that
everybody dinner - this the house of pain
Tell everybody in there,
Dm
I'ma bring it to 'em right
Money burn, guns fire,
Bb
led finger to a life
Change your address,
feds follow when they glue the kite
Dm
Bb
Dm
Shit is all love, same time it's real too
Bb
Dm
Bb
Move OT or go and kill 'em
Dm
Bb
Dm
'fore they kill you
Verse 7
[Chorus: w ad
Dm
libs]
Am
Dm
[Styles P: over Chorus] This is the Ghost
Verse 8
Dm
nigga,
Bb
Double R and D- Block
Scott Storch, whattup
Verse 9
Bb
[Gerald Levert:]
Dm
Bb
No no no no no NO! No no NO!
Dm
Bb
Dm
Bb
You ain't been where I been, no no!
C
Dm
Bb
Dm
No no no
Am
Dm
Am
Bb
no
Dm
no no no no no no...
[Styles P:]
Outro 1
Get high
Dm
Am
Bb
Dm
Eb
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