Tonart: B minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
Em
Niggas
think that they Sopranos
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Did a picture surrounded by flowers,
teddy bears and candles
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Till they face on all the channels
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Cause they ran up on a nigga
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they can't handle
Em
You was talkin' like a savage
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You know magic could make
a motherfucker vanish
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Em
You got killers speakin' Spanish
You a driller, shoot any pistol,
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Em
An d you keep the goons with you
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For any n***a got a issue
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Em
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Wait, I think I caught him lackin'
Em
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Up the pistol and smack him and ask him,
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F
Em
When the guns come out
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A nigga ho come out
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Better close your mouth
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Y 'all hear that? Don't hear shit
Em
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These bitch -ass niggas
get quiet
when the guns come out
Em
When the guns come out
Better close your mouth
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He steady tellin' niggas
Em
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But talkin' bout business in front
C
of these bitches is sloppy
Em
Now he done got caught in some shit
that he couldn't afford to
Can't even deny it no more,
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these bitches record you
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Em
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How could he avoid you,
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Em
if he postin' and tweetin'?
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He don't know that I used to fuck on
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that bitch that he supposed to be meetin'
She done told me where they goin'
and the spot that they supposed
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She a down hoe,
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she gon' watch for the pole
while I choke him and beat him
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These niggas tough as hell,
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tell that real one stand on them
Put they hands on them,
and you can't call your mans on them
but you was just on some Tupac shit
Then the plot twist,
you unconscious
Em
All that whinin' and
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screamin' obnoxious,
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so Y 'all hear that?
get quiet
Em
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when the guns come out
Em
When the guns come out,
Better close your mouth, shh
Y 'all hear that? Don't
Em
Am
hear shit
F
These bitch -ass niggas
get quiet
when the guns come out
Em
When the guns come out,
Better close your mouth,
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he done seen 9mms,
Em
.40s, sawed -offs, AKs
F
But he ain't never seen no pistol like this
C
This shit look space -age
Em
Now he got a face raged
from a nigga with no pity phone
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Em
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How they gon' know
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Everybody in my city wrong
They gon' say it was gang -related
Em
Or was some dame he dated?
Nigga should've watched
who name he stated
Tipsy and faded
Em
I know this gun look three -dimensional
Now we related
Talkin' bout I ain't got
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nothin' against you, bro
Em
In the blink of an eye
Em
he think he gon' die
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You can ask him whatever
He gon' tell you the truth
You think he gon' lie?
Em
Now what was it to all this
shit I was hearin'
F
That you was gon' run in my house?
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It's hard to talk with a gun
C
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in your mouth
F
These bitch -ass niggas get quiet
When the guns come out
Em
When the guns come out
Better close your mouth
Y 'all hear that?
Don't hear shit
These bitch -ass niggas get quiet
When the guns come out
Em
F
When the guns come out
A nigga Hoe come out
Better close your mouth
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