Tonart: G minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
fuck em all, motherfuck 'em all
Eb
Y'all done turned a good guy into
I would've been your friend
Guess there ain't no friends
Gm
in this shit bidness
Just a bunch of assholes
in the shit bidness
But they won't flush me down the toilet
bowl without my tissue
These bitches talk shit out the same
These niggas kiss ass with
Gm
the same mouth that dis you
Ew, you niggas disgust me
Eb
And they ain't talkin' bout shit
Gm
unless they discuss me
Let's talk about how,
Eb
I'm killin' everything I touches
Or how I walked in this
Gm
game with no crutches
No Diddy, No Dupri, No Dr. Dre
No Cash Money from Baby
and no rocs from Jay
And I'm still here
What does this break dude?
And dude talk, concernin' New York
Eb
When I was runnin' the city you
Gm
was learnin' to walk
So I watched you niggas
take they first steps
Eb
And I was happy for ya,
Gm
daddy was clappin' for ya
But, wasn't for me
prolly wouldnt've happened for ya
So I rest my case
I'm a rappin' lawyer
That's unless you wanna
Section full of bridez
Gm
illas, that's mad bitches
No words, I describe em with letters best
Eb
They pretty as can be,
Gm
curvy as the letter "S"
Eb
They keep it G, they sweet as T
Gm
Look good in the passenger seat of V
They ride double R,
smell like double C
The Bags are L.V., D, or a double G
Eb
Fly as hell, shades wire cell
Gm
On E, sippin' P.J., high as hell
And please don't even
talk about swag
Eb
I'm cool and collective
A Fool with perspective
Gm
I'm far from being typical
my respect is reciprocal
Gm
You still on the zipper pull
And I would say my style is
5th Fab meets Brooklyn
I keep the hood watchin',
I got the streets lookin'
They watch what I do,
so they know what to do
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Lil money never told big
Money talks,
Eb
if u speak guapanese
A language better known if
you gettin cheddar holmes
Eb
use that like Rosetta Stone
Gm
And that way you can holla bout a dolla
I hear em cryin' broke,
they holla like a toddler
Come holla at yo gualla, don't
holla at sovallas
You'll end up down under
Eb
tryna holla at Koalas
Gm
I keep that nine on me, Ala Iguodala
We can get it jumpin like
the drolics on Impala
Eb
I feel like Neno lettin em rock
wallas off the colla
Gm
Somebody tell me something,
What the fuck happened?
Eb
Gm
Somebody talk to me, muthafuck rappin
They infiltrated the game,
but who let in the pookies?
Kingpins is snitchin' that shit is not lookey
So fuck new friends unless
they stay solo
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Cause who gon' watch you back
Gm
after you kill Manolo?
Isn't it ironic Santana's own
The king of New York die while
No Carlito's way
When I spot a hater drop
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him like a hot potato
Gm
You ahead, got me later
Yeah I keep it gangsta but
I'm a do it my way
The new day of the week
is called 'My day'
So its my say, pass my K
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