Tonalité : D major•
Verse 1
D
Em
Chorus
So I told you where I hang out
Ya got some sellin then
D
Haller my name out
Remember man me an you
Bm
Runnin up out the cain house
Em
Nigga just for you I blow his
brains out
D
I blow his brains out
Ill blow his mutherfuckin brains out
Verse 2
Em
So I told you where I hang out
G
Ya got some sellin then
D
Haller my name out
Bm
Remember man me an you
Runnin up out the cain house
Em
Nigga just for you I blow his brains out
Am
D
I blow his brains out
Em
Ill blow his mutherfuckin brains out
Verse 3
Em
Verso One
Two of my hommies got killed
G
From the hollow point tips
Cepts it looks like hell
Bm
Three point five million
D
C
From those narcotic sells
Gang signs thats maile
G
Seventy two hours incarcerated
Bm
All becouse my hood
D
floss bloody body's
C
On the pavement
Em
That playa hater shit
G
Is what brings that type of drama
Bm
What a nigga need to start doin
D
C
Is just kidnappin your mama
Em
G
Catch me in the game for 8 years
So watch my nigga catch stripes
Bm
In the middle of the night
D
Seein fiends smoke pipes
C
Dub sacks an Coniac
G
Bm
Helps me deal with these phonies
D
Busters sellin for G's that I stack
C
From the back to ponies
Em
A
I got hommies with L's on they backs
Bm
Who fell through the crack
D
And hidin shank's under they mattress
Where were you
Em
When will you realise
G
When cockin Glocks
To pop those cops
Bm
Makes a Mil of these blocks
D
Ride in drop tops
Em
Be foolin with G- nocks
Dont trust those bitches
They choose to squish and
A
Bm
let em squeel
Go ahead and trust em
D
You'll have no money screamin
Em
BIAATCH
To tha billi ba- bang
G
Am
The reflections drummin like solo
Bm
Hold on like En Vogue
D
Put out that Endo
C
Let down the window
Em
Tec's to our set
G
A
Seventeen to mix with the bullshit
Bm
Lettin em know at the do' with
the full clip
D
When you bust at me
C
That nigga slip
They steady runnin
The gun
G
To keep the nigga off that lay low
Bm
Got niggs on the pay roll
D
That'll kill when I say so
C
Three hay- lo's
Em
It gets so fatel
A
On Warnell talk to no one
Bm
D
Sometimes it gets to the point I
C
Em
G
Bm
Cock my ho's see
D
Em
Asus4
what Im sayin
Bm
D
Chorus Verse Two
Verse 4
C
The
Em
G
Bm
D
C
lord
Em
G
Bm
D
is
Em
G
Thats why my life
Has been this livin hell
Bm
D
For the thug life up on the street
C
And to the prison cell
Em
Unlawfull use is what
C
Bm
They caught me with a Tec- 9
D
An do they got probable cause
C
They never did take no time
Em
Steady use of prison
G
Took another brothers man hood
Bm
They choose next time
D
Up under the bench
C
They say its all good
Em
But I was young
A
Didnt know any better
Bm
Although I did comp out the bootcamp
D
C
Fly to give a brotha seven
Em
Years of prison teirs
G
My hommies pourin beers
Bm
I guess this henny
D
C
Should be life of what a thug lives
Em
My only hurt
A
Maybe wont be my last
Bm
But heres a tip for these cops
D
C
Next time Im goin out with a blast
Em
So if you look up in this black man's
G
Eyes of straight madness
Bm
Ready to buck you down
D
Upon the ground
C
For all my past teachers
Em
Give your souls up
If your showed up
G
Dont hold up
Bm
We Do or Die
D
C
Em
G
Bm
And you
D
Cm
Em
G
know we
Bm
Straight soldiers
Interlude 1
Bm
Em
G
Bm
D
C
Em
G
Bm
D
Verse 5
C
G
Nigga I got your back
You got mine
Lets keep it comin
Bm
Throw your guns in the air
D
Uh- uh no time for runnin
Em
They'll miss the gunnin
Its Do or Die
When we ride out
Bm
Niggero you comin
D
Lets leave the scene
And go and hide out
C
An miss the trippin
Em
G
Trippin an clippin
Lets get to dippin
Bm
Mutherfuck gonna die
D
Becouse he lied
About my hommie flippin
Em
Swole head and a broke jaw
A
Fuck that
Bm
My nigga you dead an gone
D
But you better believe
C
Im bustin back
Aint got no time
G
For individuals
D
Who just wanna trip
Bm
You done broke his jaw
D
You done broke my law
So now I gots to dip
Em
Now whip
Up on that ass
A
With this nine milla
Bm
You aint fuckin with a ho
D
You fuckin with a po
That be a stone killa
C
My nigga dead an gone
G
So rest in peace an close his casket
Bm
Thiers plenty more chances
D
If it takes ten years
Em
I swear ill kill this basterd
To war zone grab that chrome
A
Bm
Plus the clip that matches
D
Retalliation is a must
Thats why Im kickin asses
C
Em
G
These BHN they straight be trippin
A
Cus the hood I come from
Bm
Thats why Im packin
D
Fully be jackin
C
Cus these ho's dont want none
D
Cant get along
G
Keep this mo
Bm
Im talkin player rythem
Got niggas on the side
D
Whose bitin ears
C
By spittin negatism
Em
I got my ninner
G
Off of safety
Ready to try it out
Bm
What made me do it
D
C
It was hood when I ride out
Em
From north or south
G
To the east to the west
Who rolls the best
Bm
So fuck your chief
D
His ass gonna die
C
Em
When I load this tec
G
Chorus To
Verse 6
Bm
D
Em
G
Bm
D
Em
them niggas in the pen
G
Bm
D
C
Em
Who got sent
Bm
D
Em
up for this bullshit
Bm
Em
Yea pullin triggas fo' bigger figgas
Thats it them niggas loyal
to this game
And some of these niggas aint
D
your hommies
Em
The niggas you think are your
hommies are not your hommies
So when you look behind your back
D
Em
That mutherfucker might be havin
a knife stabbin you
So you watch that shit
Its real
D
About that pen nigga
Em
To the niggas on the street an in the pen yea
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