Tonart: G# minor•
Intro 1
G#m
E
C#m
E
D#
Verse 1
emotion,
G#m
your cow was getting laid down
E
Sound scan looking weak at a high stake
C#m
Now play around, lay around,
niggas getting left out
Dudes trying to steal the kid's
D#
Won't be satisfied till I let the tech blow
G#
Ride through your hood with
E
Creepin' on you niggas don't get caught,
sueño
C#m
Yeah, you know it's nothing for me
to clap the metal
Mob etched in stone,
D#
I've been tryna tell them way
before the label shoved them
G#m
Get your waiter first and then talk to me
your whole team booty
C#m
Yeah, this ain't shit, I react with the toolie
E
I know your history, you can't fool me
D#
Save it for them groupie
niggas can't fool me
G#m
G#
G#m
I'ma keep on bangin'
C#m
I'ma ride till I die, head to the sky,
D#
Still ridin' on till the Lord
I'ma ride homie till the Lord
E
C#m
give me wings
Two guns up,
E
D#
lay with me and fuck the king
G#m
Amen, ain't nothin' poppin' off
over there but your mouth
E
P the newest shit crackin' like
them niggas down south
C#m
H keep makin' these
beats for me to kill
Our studio's like a mall,
D#
I shoot up the bass, stab up the drums
G#m
P keep writin' that
shit that you can feel
E
And reach out and touch, cause this shit real
C#m
I pity the fool, they ain't hip,
them all deep
You niggas fooled, we vultures,
D#
We'll show you how to move
in a room full of lions
can't nobody stop our glory
E
Whoever said they could,
they was tellin' stories
C#m
This is not a fable,
these are the facts
Prodigy and Havoc
E
leave you bleedin' on your back
D#
When Prodigy and Havoc
come to catch a lil' wreck
G#m
I'll break your lil' neck
and take your lil' shine
E
You dumber than a mule,
you fucker with some dons
C#m
Hav is a don from way beyond
P is a don, P like the Don Perignon
E
D#
Catch a nigga slippin',
pop bottles when he gone
G#m
I'ma keep on bangin'
C#m
I'ma ride till I die, head to the sky,
D#
Still ridin' until the Lord
I'ma ride, homie,
E
till the Lord give me wings
I'ma ride, homie, till the Lord
I'ma ride,
homie, till the Lord give me wings
E
D#
Two guns up, label me a fuckin' king
G#m
I see me in the casket,
E
niggas touchin' my corpse
Goin' down in history
as the king of New York
we the new supreme team
Dream team machines with a beam,
D#
blow your spleen out
your mesquine jeans
G#m
Nothin' but cash is what
I'm handlin'
so I dump the cannon out the Phantom
I keep the strap both sides of my hip
When I'm squeezing the only
D#
Dump, dump below the road by your strip
G#m
Eyes bloodshot, ride like a slug pop
C#m
try to make the studs stop
My enemies scared and
they panicking
Remember me?
E
Leave this nigga stiff like a mannequin
nigga back on the stretcher
G#m
AKs and Macs with their own
black compressor
E
When the nigga die, bury me with a beretta
C#m
So when I get to hell, man, I got a vendetta
And that's how it's goin' down,
G#m
I'ma keep on bangin'
C#m
I'ma ride till I die, head to the sky,
D#
Still ridin' on till the Lord
I'ma ride, homie,
E
till the Lord give me wings
I'ma ride, homie, till the Lord
I'ma ride,
homie, till the Lord give me wings
E
D#
G#m
Two guns up, label me a fuckin' king
E
C#m
E
D#
G#m
E
C#m
E
D#
You
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