Tonalité : A minor•
Intro 1
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Em
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F
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Verse 1
Am
Yeah, it's
so greasy
Livin' in the
D .E .T.
Believe me, you won't get to repeat
G
This ain't
Am
TV, we struggle in the sea
Peace makes you steamy
G
Am
G
Wonder how we was to
Am
come from the under
G
You can feel the heat like the summer
Am
Cops on the beat like a drummer
Lift you off your feet, don't slumber
G
Hear the
F
Gats speak like thunder
Am
They want ya, run amok on ya
You better kick the swing like
Samba
Stand on the streets,
moving numbers
G
Am
Runners, gunners, all about the green
Dublin, fees on the name
G
Am
G
Buzzing, troubling, fuzz ain't coming
Am
The dealers ain't budging
G
Am
They standin' on the corners like,
Em
fuck it, we comin'
Am
G
F
New shit, uh, it's like that
Am
Yeah, 2000 beyond, yeah
Still bangin' in your
Jeep, nigga
Yeah, 2000 beyond
G
How we like it?
Am
Y 'all niggas don't know, uh
G
Am
How we want it?
G
Am
Y bout to bear witness
How we like it?
G
Fuckin' real, nigga
How we want it?
Am
G
F
Yeah, uh
G
Am
Yeah, one thing about the streets,
it ain't folk change
It's all about the dollars and
how they get a range
G
And they hustle only way they
Am
know how to get a range
You're a 2010 gangz,
G
niggas get murked, nigga
Am
Detroit city rinsing
It's a pity wincing,
G
take something that's pretty
Am
Turn the gritty then end the whole era
G
This place used to have soul,
F
but it got stole
Am
Shots roll, and smoking like it's hot coal
Just to keep it not swole
In this game full of players,
everybody got roles
G
Am
What position you playin' at 2 a
G
.m. in the mornin'?
Am
Schemin' and dreamin' bout
pushin' somethin' foreign
Are you the kid with no pops,
G
livin' on skid
Am
Doin' the bid for your props
until the show stops
G
F
G
The curtain closes, all because of beef
Am
You're beneath the dirt
and roses in this land
Of single mothers, thugs,
bushes, and thieves
Full of metal slugs, drugs,
hookers, and weaves
G
And it's hard for you to breathe
Am
The hood tryna take us under
G
And question everything that we believe
Am
They say we won't achieve,
they made us slum
G
Where we from, 12 feet corner,
Am
this what you call a slum, don't we?
G
F
uh, it's like that
Am
Yeah, 2000B .R., yeah
Still bangin' at your jeep, nigga
G
Yeah, 2000B .R., how we like it?
Am
Y 'all niggas don't know, uh
G
Am
How we want it?
G
Am
Y 'all about to bear witness
How we like it?
G
Fuckin' real, nigga
How we want it?
Am
G
F
Yeah, uh, for real
Am
Yeah!
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