Tonalité : D minor•
Verse 1
Dm
Gm
Ayo, ayo, what up, yo
What up, y'all, this that Pretty Toney shit
Dm
It's like yo I know there's a lot
Gm
of hoods and shit out there
A lot of niggas done got bodied
A lot of niggas done got robbed
and shit
You know what I mean? We love
Am
a lot of things in the hood
Dm
But time goes on,
Bb
Gm
and if we don't change a lot of shit
Bb
Gm
Shit always gonna be this way,
Dm
Gm
and that's a motherfucker fact!
Dm
Gm
True gangsta shit, y'all, yo, yo, yo
Dm
When y'all turn my mic up in
here, bareback shit
Gm
Know what I mean? Tired of y'all
motherfuckers and shit
Dm
One- two, fuck around and clobber
of y'all motherfuckers
Gm
Yo Spidey, put that
reverb shit, on
Dm
Bb
Gm
Come on "Can you feel it? Can
F
Dm
Gm
you feel it?" Yeah
F
Dm
"Can you feel it" Let's go, fuck it"
Live from Staten Island, where the gangstas kill
Verse 2
Gm
Only
place on the map,
Dm
that got the 30 dollar bill
And we front like we got millions
Gm
Our specialty is how we willie,
niggas
Dm
That's how Buck brought the building
And the police is pussy,
they protect and serve
Gm
They connect,
Dm
with baseheads then they frisk our birds
Smack DVDs, blowin' herb,
I'm in the room
Gm
Bonin' these two white bitches,
Dm
Ice baggin' up work
That's how we get down,
fuck Vegas
Gm
The black Carlo Gambino,
rockin' the wallo's
Blow his diamonds in Z- No's,
Dm
spicey, verses is jalapeños
Gm
Best believe when I'm in the big Escalade,
Dm
I'm sittin' on Dino
Bb
Am
Gm
Tone Stark, a poet's art,
kiss the girls
F
Dm
And bake them pies, clean up,
Bb
some are old darts
Am
Gm
This that real live don shit, you heard!
Dm
Verse 3
Yo, they lick forty rounds, today
Gm
Okay, plus the shit is mad
hot around the way
Dm
Niggas don't give a fuck
on any time or day
Gm
Or if he dyin' today,
or could he find a way
Dm
Blow niggas over 'turt, bitches,
dimes and trays
Gm
Throw a nigga a jew el
and watch him slide away
Dm
It's like that, in the hood,
he in the grimy say
Gm
But what we try'na say
is gonna "be this way"
Bb
Am
Gm
It don't have to, it don't have to,
Dm
"My God!"
Verse 4
Dm
With big carrots and static,
Gm
with that leaves the bad habits
Drugs layin' in buildings with
Dm
great big automatics
Animos' in the hood, it's a fact,
we could do magic
Gm
Splatter faggots in lobbies,
Dm
the heat burn off his eyelashes
Don't try to pass this,
back up or you'll receive something
Gm
Dm
Real tragic, them hollows'll race
Gm
Dm
through your jacket
Semi gangstas with weak tactics
Gm
Forensic scientists called in to
Dm
display graphics
For square inch to his back winds
They brain is spleen,
it's left all over a fiend's mattress
Gm
Bastard, we cock and squeeze
after we leave our ratchets
Dm
We keep the hood cryin'
for massive havoc
Gm
No Trix we take from silly rabbits,
Dm
yo feed them lead carrots
Bb
Am
Gm
The little mans'llconnect
and they touch that fabric
F
Dm
The only thing that can stop
'em is that tephlon phat shit
Bb
Am
Gm
Maybe artillery's heavy like
Dm
a bunch of fat chicks
Baow! Ain't no comin'
Verse 5
back bitch!
Dm
Yo, they lick forty rounds, today
Gm
Okay, plus the shit is mad
hot around the way
Dm
Niggas don't give a fuck
on any time or day
Gm
Or if he dyin' today,
or could he find a way
Dm
Blow niggas over 'turt, bitches,
dimes and trays
Gm
Throw a nigga a jew el
and watch him slide away
Dm
It's like that, in the hood,
he in the grimy say
Gm
But what we try'nna say
is gonna "be this way"
Bb
Gm
It don't have to, it don't have to,
Dm
"My God!"
Outro 1
Dm
Gm
Dm
Gm
Dm
Gm
Dm
Gm
Dm
Gm
Dm
Gm
Bb
Gm
F
Dm
Gm
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