Tonart: Bb minor
Verse 1
C#m
G#m
B
Listen up gangstas and honeys
C#m
with ya hair done
Pull up a chair hon' and
put it in the air son
G#m
B
Dog, whatever they call you,
E
C#m
god, just listen
I spit a story backwards,
it starts at the ending
Verse 2
C#m
B
The bullet goes back in the gun
C#m
The bullet hole's closing
this chest of a nigga
Now he back to square one
G#m
B
Screaming, "Shoot don't please"
D#m
C#m
I put my fifth back on my hip
It's like a VCR rewinding a hit
B
He put his hands back on his bitch
C#m
My caravan doors open up
I jumped back in the van
and closed it shut
G#m
C#m
B
Going reverse, slowly prepared
E
C#m
My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like,
"Go he there"
B
Sitting in back of this chair,
C#m
we hitting the roach
The smoke goes back in the blunt,
the blunt gets bigger in growth
G#m
C#m
B
Jungle unrolls it,
C#m
put his weed back in the jar
The blunt turns back into a cigar
G#m
C#m
We listen to Stevie,
B
C#m
it sounded like heavy metal fans
Spinnin records backwards of AC DC
C#m
jump out the van back first
Back upstairs,
G#m
took off the black shirt
C#m
B
I'm in the crib with the
Listen up so y'all can figure
out the poem real clear
B
The voice on the phone was like,
C#m
"Outside right we"
So with my mouth wide,
holding my heat
B
Bullets I had plenty to squeeze,
'Cause Jungle said,
G#m
"Block your on enemies the"
Hung up the phone,
B
C#m
then the phone rang
I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout
this pretty young thing
G#m
C#m
B
Who left, she came back,
C#m
her clothes just fell to the rug
She fell to my bed and gave me a hug
G#m
I told her, "No hell"
B
C#m
She talking 'bout, "Me kiss"
Bobbed her head then spit the
nut back in my dick
B
Started sucking with no hands,
C#m
a whole lotta spit
Then got up and put her
bra back on her tits
G#m
B
Got fully dressed and told me,
C#m
"Stressed really I'm"
Picked up her Gucci bag and
left her nigga behind
G#m
C#m
Walking through the door,
B
C#m
she rang the bell twice
I vomited Vodka back in my
G#m
glass with juice and ice
B
The clock went back from three,
And that's about the time
G#m
B
That's when I first heard the
C#m
voice mail on the cell
It said, "Son we found that
G#m
nigga we gotta kill"
B
Hey yo son, hey yo son,
Verse 3
you hear me,
G#m
Listen man, this dude right on the block,
B
D#
right now, man
C#m
D#
C#m
I found him, right now,
I see him right now!
B
C#m
G#m
Let's kill him)
Verse 4
Outro 1
G#m
B
C#m
G#m
B
C#m
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