Tonalité : C major•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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For y 'all's sake y better
get y 'all story straight
No way you goin' back tellin'
Ab
them some bullshit
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They paid you in advance
to take me outta
here
E
You can't show your face
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now tryin' to pull
The fuck you gon' tell him
The contract got all kinds
of guarantees,
warranty
E
Let me see, what the hell
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it say right there?
By 2001 we will end
Jay
Live's career
Yeah, you're runnin' late,
ain't you know
I had the recipe?
That's still fake,
Am
can't mess with my destiny
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Your sad date of expiration
ain't stressin'
me
Your lead weight's too light,
you're not testin'
me
Cut off my legs,
C
you still gotta face the rest
of me
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Tenacious, like the
Terminator in the
Matrix
Face it, you can't fake it
My back black, you can't break it
This plot, you can't stake it
My just deserts, son, you won't bake it
Grill it, fry it, chill it, kill it, watch, try it
My kitchen so hot,
the devil downstairs
Complaining bout to riot,
like one for the griots
No matter how far back my back's bending
I will change the ending
and end up ascending
C
Get your henchmen, schedule a lynching
F
You can set a date, time,
place, and dimension
Pass out some flyers, make it a convention
Hire a second team to
ride the bench in
Promise some full -time benefits and pension
I peep the plans and stick the
monkey wrenching
You see my fans standing there at attention
On this rocky road, that's the suspension
Not gassed up,
but they fuel the engine
That's why I gotta give
them honorable mention
They got my back like neighborhood
watch crime prevention
That's why there's no
time for quenching
The hound's thirst for blood,
my sound's my first love
I never leave her or mistreat her either
I just feed her and help her grow
C
F
Bring her to the show just
to let y 'all know
Yo, she's not a ho, she's a dealer
I make music but sell records,
you copped cause you feel her
And she won't change for nobody,
my slim goody rockin' baggy jeans, show toes and a hoodie
But she still got the grace plus the junk in her trunk to
give every hip -hop head the stippest hoodie
That's why I blast these jams loud as I can,
to give y 'all a chance to feel me or grill me
Good, bad or ugly, I am
J -Live, the triple threat always has been,
always will be
Once again gotta say peace to the gods
Peace to everybody the
cop always has been
Everybody that had it way back in the day
You know what I'm saying
We gon' be out like that
But we just getting started
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Yeah, check it out
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AccordsF Ab E Am C
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