Tonart: D minor•
Verse 1
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Dm
I'll write all your ra dio raps
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Dm
Right now, you're tuned in
to the realest in the gang
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Dm
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Rap a lot, recognize the mob,
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Dm
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Dm
nigga
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I'm straight and dirty,
Dm
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leavin' my foes bloody
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Dm
how many niggas wanna find out
From the blind spot
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My enemies I locate in this rhyme
Dm
Just like the fuckin' Kennedys
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They die and they prime
Dm
I got my mind on Cruz
drinkin' booze
Poppin' no -dose
Rollin' on my momos
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Dm
Sayin' fuck the po -po's
When you deal, deal with me
Dm
Better finish me off
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Dm
A
Cause I'm a su per bad nigga
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Dm
I'll shoot your ass up just like a syringe
Fuck the pen
And charge push
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Dm
I got somethin' for his ass
A
And I hooked on funnies,
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Am
Dm
I hooked on clunny, tunny
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Dm
And drive -bys on bitches
that I despise
Pushin' for my demise and survival
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Dm
The realest, they ain't ready for this
But if these bitches tired of livin'
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And their ass wanna trip
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Dm
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First I get em', then I let em'
Dm
I pull my strap back, oom,
and I wet em'
There's some killers over here,
Dm
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I let my nuts hang to the floor,
I don't care
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Dm
F
Dm
First I get em', then I let em'
I pull my strap back, oom, and I wet em'
It's the chemists over here,
fuck you over there
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I let my nuts hang to the floor,
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I don't care
Dm
About the implications I'm facing,
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death and incarceration
Dm
Just give me my fucking mail
and my visitations
Masons and politicians pro
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Dm
moting bitterness
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And such a fortune in fame
Dm
F
First I get em, then I let em
Dm
I pull my strap back,
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Dm
boom, and I wet em
Now my foes can't talk,
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Dm
my foes can't walk
My foes can't stalk
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cause they buried in the chalk
Dm
Nigga runnin' up on me, not for silly
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Dm
No brotherly love, not for Philly
From Houston, Texas to New York City
People stop breathin' when
they fuckin' with Willie
Really though, silly hoe
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Dm
Who the hell you think you tryin' to fool?
All this time thought we was cool
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Dm
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All this heat gon' blow my fuse
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Dm
Wanna come up,
gotta pay some dues
Niggas like me got nothin' to lose
Won't give you no cap,
bet you want some shoes
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Dm
Keep on playin',
gon' make the news
Who can I trust?
Who can I bust?
Keepin' my back hot, this a must
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If I don't kill any gods to live
Dm
I'ma leave a motherfuck
Dm
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First I get him, then I let him
Dm
I put my strap back,
Dm
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I let my nuts hang to the floor,
I don't care
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Dm
First I get em, then I let em,
I pull my strap back, boom and I wet em
It's the killas over here, fuck you over there
I let my nuts hang to the floor,
I don't care
Here go the third verse,
watch this curve
Niggas in the club smokin' herb
Bought me a drink, stood by the bar
Niggas on the dance floor goin' to war
Dm
Ain't shit to me, I done seen it all
Cut up drawers, springs on the wall
Not that many seen what I saw
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Hell, it's the life of a good old boy
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Dm
Got niggas at the crib, ready to go
All I got to do is say so
Dm
Pull my shit, blast it, that's it
Get in the casket
These boys can't fuck with me
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