Tonart: B minor
Verse 1
Am
Bb
Am
Bb
A calm wolf is still a wolf.
Am
Never confuse peace.
Bb
Can't wait to buck a hundred shots
Bb
Yeah, it's like that.
Am
Shouldn't listen to the ghost
if you was never insane.
once you learn the weather to pain.
Am
May you be never indicted
can't appreciate the Sun if it never will be
Am
respected by the Crips in the bloods
Bb
with the old flags riding
dirty ratcheting on it
Am
with no tags on the gas again
Bb
the Toe tag get a hold of your mask.
You ain't able to draw fast
Am
ask God for autograph
Bb
No, we need your best,
but I'm gonna get it when
I'm on the warpath
Am
I'm a battle the Sun and the
Yeah, I'm with myself if I'm
on the Lord's path
Am
I'm a schizo, maybe I'm a psycho
Bb
Sleep all of the night and
all that's trifle
Am
That's dope, boy, that all that was trifle
Bb
I'm about peace, I still got my rifle
but I'm with these hunnid shots
Bb
Fuckin' at my enemies,
runnin' up the streets
Am
I'm about war, but I'm with my
Bb
brother and his family
Concerned with how they live
and how they eat
but I'm with these hunnid shots
Bb
Fuckin' at my enemies,
runnin' up the streets
Bb
but I'm about my brother and his family
Niggas showin' how they live
and how they eat
Am
Thinkin' to myself, I shoulda took my time
Bb
Left the dope game for rap,
shoulda took my lines
Am
But you slid me on my back,
never took my spine
Bb
Off the stoop by seven,
was a crook by nine
Am
From the effort where they screamed out,
do that shit
Bb
Do that shit, you had coke,
you moved that shit
Am
Police chase, God work,
yeah you threw that shit
Bb
Now it's different, got weed,
homie grew that shit
Am
Sold the watch, were you about to drink,
blew that whip
Bb
Play sugar, get lined,
throw some Tupac shit
Am
Two joints together,
Queensbridge, Guwop shit
Bb
Home is Asia, nigga,
I shoot niggas, Guwop shit
Am
You could die and chill,
yeah, nigga, two options
Bb
I'm Louis Finn or Bruce Lee
Am
But it's the game of death
if you ever choose peace
Bb
I'm about peace, but I need a few feet
runnin' with these hunnid shots
Bb
Fuckin' at my enemies,
runnin' up the streets
runnin' with my brother
Concerned with how they
live and how they eat
runnin' with these hunnid shots
Bb
Fuckin' at my enemies,
running up the streets
Bb
but I'm about my brother and his family
Cuz somewhere how they live
and how they eat
F
Am
Loadin' up a hundred shots,
Bb
I ain't with a hundred shots
Fuckin' at my enemies,
Am
Bb
running up the street
Bb
Eb
and I ain't cryin' wolf, my nigga
Bb
So you know that the wolf
Am
Loadin' up a hundred shots,
Bb
I ain't with a hundred shots
Am
Eb
Fuckin' at my enemies,
Am
running up the streets
Bb
and I ain't even lyin', my nigga
C#
F#
So you know that a lion's gon' eat
Am
Am
Loading up a 100 shots
Outro 1
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