Tonart: B minor•
Verse 1
Bm
F#
One, two
Bm
One, two, who got more style than Son do?
F#
Em
Check, one, two
Verse 2
Bm
Yo, I'm hot like 95 Fahrenheit
On a summer night,
F#m
Em
tight spot where bodies rot
Bm
Rats drink from water drops
in the streets, niggas
Little kids,
F#
Em
scared cops with red dots
Bm
Philosophical gangsta,
where violent priors
Goin' back like black and white
F#
Em
TV's with pliers
Bm
Leanin' on broke down
cars with flat tires
F#
Flash iron on anybody tryin' on the
Em
Bm
blocks I'm supplyin' on
Madicon, my peeps,
tie balloons up
F#m
Then swallow 'em in the penal,
Em
got goons, lots of 'em
Bm
Cops see them and run,
don't want no drama
F#
Certain parts of the streets,
Em
the beast don't want a part of
Bm
Martyr, hood haunted like the Dakota
F#m
Where John Lennon was shot up,
Em
but he sang for peace
Bm
He begged for freedom,
hanged with wild Jamicians
F#m
From Kingston, who drink Irish Moss
Em
Bm
Listenin' to Peter Winston,
Machintosh
Lightning hits the top
F#
of the church steeple
E
Bm
semi-automatic no no hyphen
F#
Em
It's frightening
Verse 3
Bm
The thief's theme, play me at night,
they won't act right
F#m
Understandable smooth shit
Em
that murderers move with
Bm
The thief's theme, play me at night,
they won't act right
F#m
Understandable smooth shit
Em
that murderers move with
Bm
The thief's theme, play me at night,
they won't act right
F#m
Understandable smooth shit that
Bm
The thief's theme, play me at night,
they won't act right
F#m
Understandable smooth shit
Em
that murderers move with
Verse 4
Bm
I take summers off 'cause
I love winter beef
F#
Em
Started '87 with the shotty in
the sheep
Bm
Three-quarter length length beige,
dressed to kill
F#
Bust a shell at the ground,
Em
pellets hit the crowd
Bm
Nobody like a snitch,
everybody shut they mouth
F#
Em
Woolrich, Carhart, gun powder stains
Bm
Smellin' like trees,
sensimille on the brain
F#
Schemin' on ya girls,
Bm
Got ill up on the train, twistin' off a cap
F#
Of a English in my vain,
E
Em
might of pushed you on the tracks
Bm
Deaf crack fiends, who can't speak,
scream noises
'Cause she bought a jum of soap
Em
Bm
from one of my boys, it's
Just another day in the hood
F#m
And I'm, with some wild
Em
brothers, up to no good
like Tony Montana, and 'em
F#m
Em
But our style was let them piled in,
Money dudes,
make 'em come up out they shoes
Run they jewels, word is bond,
Em
E
while my man Nino gone
Bm
And I had to make a song
speakin' on my old life
Em
For the thief's who come out at night
Verse 5
Bm
The thief's theme, play me at night,
they won't act right
F#m
Understandable smooth shit
Em
that murderers move with
Bm
The thief's theme, play me at night,
they won't act right
F#m
Understandable smooth shit
Em
that murderers move with
Bm
The thief's theme, play me at night,
they won't act right
Understandable smooth shit that
Bm
The thief's theme, play me at night,
they won't act right
F#
Understandable smooth shit
Em
Bm
that murderers move with
Verse 6
Bm
F#
One, two
Em
Bm
Check, one, two
Em
Bm
One, two
Bm
One, two, who got more style
than Son do?
F#
E
Em
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