Tonart: D minor•
Intro 1
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Dm
Am
Abm
Dm
Abm
Dm
Abm
Dm
Verse 1
Dm
3 loaded clips, 4 niggas roll,
500 benz, 6 reasons why
This kid should die
Dm
We shooting every mother
Gm
Am
fucker outside
Abm
Pulled on his block, jumped out the car,
Gm
Dm
At the same time everybody ran
Abm
There that nigga go,
hiding in the crowd
Dm
Let the trigger blow,
Gm
Dm
7 shots now he lying on the ground
Abm
Blood on the floor
Then we shot some more
Gm
Dm
2 niggas hit, one nigga fell
Abm
One tryed to run, go get him son
Dm
Make sure he's done before we bail,
I ain't trying to goto jail
Abm
Must handle beef, code of the street
Gm
Am
if these nigga think they could fuck around
Abm
Real niggas do real things
Dm
Gm
By all means, niggas knowing how we get down,
Verse 2
Abm
Dm
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what
Kill kill kill, murder murder murder
Abm
Dm
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what
Kill kill kill, murder murder murder
Abm
Dm
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what
Kill kill kill, murder murder murder
Am
Dm
just shoot 'em up, what
Verse 3
Kill kill kill, murder murder murder
Abm
Driving through roads,
Am
Abm
Dm
suburban chevrolet
Gm
6 tinted windows, and I'm on my way
Abm
To get up with my hoes,
I pull up to they house
Dm
Not a freak to be heard,
Ringing the bell, where in the hell
Am
Dm
Could they be at, I'm about to leave
where my truck was at
Who the fuck is that?
Could it be a jack?
Dm
Now pull my strap, it's my man
Abm
And we have the same plan
There them bitches go
Dm
Civic '94, looking funny though
Gm
Dm
Open up the car door, funny smile
Abm
Fuck 2 already, 3rd ass was heavy
Dm
"Nas this is sherri, sherri this is nas,
Gm
Dm
and his man, ready?"
Abm
Walked in the house,
Am
snatched off they clothes
Dm
Ran through them hoes
Gm
Plenty ice, that they all seemed to like
Abm
Can't find my man, heard a blam blam
Dm
Now I'm wondering, "in this scam,
do I even stand a chance?"
Abm
He killed the hoes, took all they doe
Dm
Fire in his eyes, higher than the sky
Gm
Dm
Com ing down the stairs
Abm
Now he wanting mine,
Am
reaching for my nine
Abm
Dm
Gm
Aiming with our guns at each others face,
Abm
My nine on his lips, his fifth on my
Dm
chin, I start whispering
"put your gun down,
we can skip town"
Abm
Rocked him to sleep, pushed back his meat
Verse 4
Took his shit, emptied out close range
Abm
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what
Dm
Kill kill kill, murder murder murder
Abm
Dm
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what
Kill kill kill, murder murder murder
just shoot 'em up, what
Dm
Abm
Kill kill kill, murder murder murder
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what
Kill kill kill, murder murder murder
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