Tonart: C# minor
Verse 1
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Am
Dm
Well alright.
F
Am
1 in the hiddouse
(and Short Dawgs in the
Am
F
With the L.A. Players (soldiers to the game
Am
Dm
you know?) Yeah.
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F
(Peep game fool).
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Ant Banks at the crack house
Ha ha ha better recognize game when it's
F
Am
in your face bitch).
C
Dm
It's obvious mad cash got me gassed Shark
Verse 2
Am
tanks and views millionaire
F
E
cruise buying cars in twos
F
"Never lose" my motto since birth
C
Dm
Double up knots and
F
Snitches lead out by silence gun shots
Am
Dm
Map the area I wanted to
Am
cut the fuckin' cops a deal
F
If they don't kneel, They get peeled
Am
Bitches recognize I never have no
Am
Bustas always try I leavin'
'em gagging spittin' up flem
F
Am
Take a pen make a mil
and if this shit don't sell
Dm
Am
I still got the street powder
F
back to flippin' flower
Am
South Central nigga what?
C
Dm
Am
The representer, damn your
girl seen me comin' and ran
F
Am
Young enough to be my daughter
C
Dm
Am
My posse use to flip her like a quarter
F
E
To state to my man for man slaughter
Am
Caught her in the stairway took
Dm
Am
her out the fairway
Trunked the punk bitch
F
Am
(That's fair play)
Verse 3
Am
[Chorus] You've got the
Dm
Am
gangstas that I
F
Am
have tangled baby
Bitch recognize game when
it's in your face
Dm
Am
"Well alright y'all" "ha ha ha"
F
Am
You think the town rid of Short?
Verse 4
Am
Am
F
Am
that silly shit you talkin' just don't faze me
I could make a phone call
and just like that
Dm
Am
A bunch of niggas from Oakland
Am
I've never been a shot caller
Dm
just a nigga in a crew
Am
They call me Too Short but
F
E
I'm still bigger than you bitch
Am
Dm
I been around you can take a turn
Am
but don't get burned
I've seen the tables turn
F
Am
Marks turn into killers rich
C
Dm
niggas go broke
Am
Use to be a want to but now
Am
In the game never had the
C
Dm
Am
stacks since age 14
E
I been spittin' these raps
Am
And even when I came up
I fucked with same folks
F
Am
Still did the same stuff
C
Bitch Short Dawgs in the house
Am
I know you want my dick 'cause it's all in
your mouth
Dm
Am
F
Am
Dm
Am
Verse 5
Am
Picture the game as a quarter toss
C
Dm
it up in the air (uh ha)
Am
Heads or tails win or lose broke
F
Am
C
niggas are players
Dm
Am
Heads or tails win or lose broke
Am
C
Say what up to the S.P. crooked I.C.E.
Dm
Am
Ra rolling with the strap on the
Am
Partna' don't get it twisted up
Dm
I got hollow tips extended clips
Am
Major chips lookin' at
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Niggas step back I don't know you
Dm
Don't get to close to me
Am
Some niggas ain't really the mother
F
fucker they suppose to be
Am
C
Cloud killers don't aim until
Dm
you shoot in the air
Am
Better put it down and brake some
F
hoes off like a true player
Am
Phoney as three dollar bill
C
Dm
s niggas ain't recognizin'
Am
F
Fell in the relapse besides
Am
I'm a trauma a nigga
Look in the eyes and when you
C
Dm
see me I be hardcore
Am
What the fuck a real nigga
F
gotta lie to kick it for?
Am
Throwin' monkey wrenches
into the game
And all the players and pimps
feel my pain
Hustlers maintainin' riches
and keepin' presidentials
Not artificial with fishin' niggas know
I'm packin' missles
Get me two Bentleys some houses
Am
F
Ballin' till I die nigga don't
fuck with S.P.I.
Am
[Chorus]
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