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