Tonart: C minor
Intro 1
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Dm
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Dm
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Dm
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I'm ready for drama,
Verse 1
Dm
just know P carry the llama
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They bury you before they bury your mama
Dm
You can call me the king,
S -430 blowin' it
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Two -way to FedEx, the hitman of the fix
Dm
His plane touched down
at a quarter to eight
Am
O 'Hare Airport, of course it was late
Dm
He hopped in instantly,
we rollin' the grapes
Am
Told him about the Syrian niggas
that was holdin' away
Dm
Barbies, restaurant,
he took fish, I ordered steak
we need a bigger portion of plate
Dm
All you do is collect money,
we order the crates
Am
Life in the feds is hard,
you ignore my fate
Dm
We need a better price on the product,
Am
a discount on the key s
They got a cheaper with the Vietnamese
Dm
Once they craze, come with the trees
And they bring it to us
Am
He replied in an ill manner,
Dm
who could you trust? Yo! After
Am
I pull my strap out, strap out
Dm
My memory just blacked out
A
If you don't pull your strap out
Am
Dm
Then you can never pull it out
Lonely niggas strap this shit
Am
And if you don't blast first,
then we all die too
Dm
Yeah!
Lonely niggas strap this shit
A
And if you don't blast first,
Dm
Yo! I'm just waking up in the morning,
man, I love my life
Am
Got out of bed, took a shower,
Phone ring as I step on the marble
Am
DBI see when I answer,
I'm business,
Who could it be?
It's my dude from Chicago
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Dm
Big chipped up Marcielago
Biggie Koop, the noob, there I go
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Jumps in a G4, fine, hi, bro
Dm
Fold up the laptop, I enter the area
Am
50 states, small figure,
Dm
that guard at a barrier
I'm still moving as I jump in a spaceship
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Cock that 50 cal guns to they faces
so what's happening baby
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We the dudes, we can't lose
Dm
Gotta make a nigga pay me
I'm Godzilla as I'm pushing the pride up
Am
A hundred niggas hustling,
we ready for drama
Dm
H2s, a hundred keys and coca linds
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We dope stuff, we need it cheap
and we still cop steep
Dm
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Dm
It's the God It's the God Yo!
Am
After I put my strap out, strap out
Dm
My memory just blacked out
A
If you don't put your strap up,
Am
Dm
then you can never pull it out
Only niggas strap this shit,
Am
and if you don't blast first,
then we all die too, yeah
Dm
Only niggas strap this shit,
Am
and if you don't blast first,
then we all die too, yeah
Dm
wiped out off the earth
with my clockwork
Am
You know it's gon' hurt
with my strap work
Dm
Yeah, I'm fuckin' your wife
till her cock hurt
Am
Up the block in a 7 .3 driver skirt
Dm
Snakes still feedin' foes, no cut, no rub
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Up the block, goin' up, numbin',
Slappin' niggas for no reason,
cause niggas typey
Am
Niggas don't like me,
cause I pipe as wifey
Dm
Niggas fakin' from the 600, gunnin'
Dm
cussin' when there's nothin'
When my choppa dump, I leave niggas slum
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Dm
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Dm
Up the block in the drop, nigga, what?
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Dm
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Dm
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Dm
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Dm
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I'll you
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