Tonart: C minor•
Intro 1
Fm
Ab
Fm
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Cm
Fm
Ab
Cm
Fm
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Cm
Verse 1
Fm
I've knocked on the door, now
I'ma bust it down
Ab
Comin' through and creepin'
Cm
Fm
through and crawlin' on the ground
On the underwear,
them suckers can't see me
Eb
Make my money with my
Cm
homie in the city of
Fm
D
I jumped in the game when the
game wasn't thick
Lil'
Cm
Deck, they servin' shit
Fm
Young than a motherfucker makin' snaps
I bought a
Cm
Fm
Nissan, where the datin's at
The house of
Chrome in the city of
Compton
Ab
Cm
It was 1985, I spent 20 trade hunnid
Fm
A trendsetter nigga just
couldn't be stopped
Cm
Fm
OZs, coming up
Ripped my cap off on the street, thought
Texas was lame
Ab
But these freaky country
Cm
girls made a plan, stay
Fm
My bag got large and my pockets swelled
Cm
Until that cuck snitched, sold his soul
Fm
Snitches, don't get no love
Ab
Cm
Don't get shot down by a nigga named
Fm
Run
Snitches, don't get no love
Eb
Cm
Don't get shot down by a nigga named
Fm
Run
Snitches, don't get no love
Ab
Cm
Don't get shot down by a nigga named
Ruggs
Fm
Snitches!
Don't get no love
Eb
Cm
Don't get shot down by a nigga named
Ruggs
Fm
Run to the deuce, to the deuce,
Cm
I'm makin' money from inside, okay
Fm
A nigga like me got smart in the game
I spent ten thousand,
Cm
gave myself a rap name
Fm
Started little somethin'
before I went down
Ab
Cm
Luke's in a contract, express bound
Fm
I'm trippin' like a mother,
it's a dream to me
Cm
Two or three companies wanna sign
Ron
C
Fm
Ab
Bonfire records came real with me,
Fm
I signed on the line and that's history
Snitches, don't fuck me up,
Eb
Cm
but my mama said I shouldn't have been sellin' drugs
Fm
Ab
I'm in this bitch, livin' day to day,
Cm
I put a hustle down so I can make some bank
Fm
Sellin' tennis shoes that I take from punks,
Cm
but a snitchin' convict gave me up
Fm
Snitches, don't get no love,
Ab
Cm
don't get shot down by a nigga named
Rush
Fm
Snitches, don't no love
Eb
Cm
Go get shot down by a nigga named
Run
Fm
Snitches, don't get no love
Ab
Cm
Go get shot down by a nigga named
Fm
Run
Snitches, don't get no love
Cm
Go get shot down by a nigga named
Fm
Ab
Fm
Cm
Ab
Run
Cm
Fm
Ab
Fm
Cm
Fm
I'm back in the step with
that new rhyme scene
Ab
The more tapes I sip,
Cm
Fm
the more bitches jock me
I tell all girls I got a tender on it
Ab
It don't stop me when they wanna
Fm
Groupies get no love since 92
Ab
Cm
It's the 9 -4 shot, I thought you knew
Fm
I was rockin' the show in
Louisiana
Eb
Cm
After the gig, I met a freak named
Didn't approach me like
Ab
one of those groupie hoes
Cm
We went to the room, she exposed her soul
Fm
I hit it, then I quit it, then I went to sleep
Cm
The tramp took pic tures
of a naked rancid
Fm
Talkin' bout me, tellin' on me
Ab
Tryna play me on, but you know
Fm
I handle and dismantle
this devious hoe
Cm
She's a true snitch,
Snitches, get no love,
Ab
Cm
gon' get shot down by a nigga named
Fm
Run
Snitches, get no love,
Ab
Cm
gon' get shot down by a nigga named
Run
Fm
Snitches, get no love,
Ab
Cm
gon' get shot down by a nigga named
Run
Fm
Sneaky ass, get no love
Cm
Gon' get shot down by a nigga named
Fm
Ab
Fm
Ron
Sneaky ass,
Ab
Cm
Fm
Ab
Cm
get no love
Fm
Sneaky ass, get no love
Ab
Cm
Fm
Ab
Cm
Fm
Eb
Cm
Fm
Sneaky as s, get no love
Ab
Fm
Eb
Cm
Fm
Ab
Cm
Fm
Eb
Cm
Fm
Ab
Hey hey hey hey hey
Cm
Fm
Oh oh oh oh
Oh blech
Ab
Fm
Come on
Cm
Fm
Get no love, get no love,
Ab
Fm
get no love, get no love
Go blah blah blah blah
Bleach!
Eb
Cm
Fm
Ab
Fm
But get no love
Cm
Fm
Fm
Fm
G
G
Hey look here man, I just came back from court and shit man,
guess what these hoes then gave
Fm
Ab
Fm
Eb
me 45 aggravated man,
Fm
a snitch mothafucka that crossed me out with this punk shit, man
this mothafucka gon' get his mothafuckin'
wig twisted up when I raise up man, bitch
what you lookin' at, hoe ass nigga, what's up hoe,
fuck this shit, ayy what's up man
come out your punk ass titties you bitch,
Fm
I give a fuck, I bar none in this bitch, you
know you see me co -fill wherever they wanna go,
you know what sayin' man, fuck this
All these motherfuckers rockin' me down tight,
but it's no shit,
Snitch motherfuckers got me in this motherfucker,
you know what I'm sayin', man?
Ayy, what the fuck is this shit, man?
What's up, nigga?
Give me a cigarette, bro
I'm like, give me a cigarette, bro
Nigga, I'll take a cigarette,
bitch, get back
Ayy, what's up, man?
Ayy, you nigga better raise up, man
Get out, motherfucker
Hit that phone, man
Hit that phone, bitch
Hit that phone, man
Hey, hey, fuck that nigga though,
man.
I'm fixing to get out of this
motherfucker.
No shit.
Damn.
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