Tonalité : Bb minor
Intro 1
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Em
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Verse 1
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been spendin' for so long
it got me car sick
Stayin' on business,
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I invest in my paper and carpets
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On that car we catch niggas in traffic,
we gon' park em
If he come around, it's bein' greedy,
we gon' starve him
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Was known for shootin' niggas
where I'm from before heartin'
Baby took 30,
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they ain't givin' us no partin'
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Sit on niggas' homes, houses,
and niggas' apartments
On the south side,
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parkin' niggas like Cartman
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Ain't posted in the hood no more,
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I'm tryin' by the block
They said I got death all over me,
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but that's just Baccarat
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How the fuck he keep on scorin'?
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He ain't even got a shot
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Why he rappin' by the chicken?
He ain't even got a dot
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Everybody know how we rock,
what's the reason for explainin'?
Fifty round drunk,
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we known for killin' like we canin'
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We been out there, they all gettin' wet,
and it ain't rainin'
And after that,
they goin' in the ground,
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this shit drainin'
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Two grand on some Louis trainers,
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I ain't trainin'
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And the track hawk doin' the dashin',
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I ain't damnin'
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They know who really behind the rack,
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them niggas claimin'
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He caught two at a time,
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he said he wasn't even aimin'
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Know it's wrong that this the only
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type of shit that cite us
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Fuck them dead niggas,
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they want it to be just like us
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Niggas keep on tellin' me to pop out,
I might just
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Layin' face flat out in the dirt,
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make em' bite dust
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We been spinnin' for so long,
it got me car sick
Stayin' on business,
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I invest in my paper and carpets
A
On that car, we catch niggas in traffic,
we gon' park them
If he come around, he's bein' greedy,
we gon' starve him
F
A
Was known for shootin' niggas
where I'm from before heartin'
Baby took 30,
Am
F
they ain't givin' us no partin'
A
Sit on niggas' homes, houses,
and niggas' apartments
Am
On the south side,
parkin' niggas like Cartman
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Real live gangsta, I ain't feedin' no bitch
All our niggas try runnin',
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they ain't faster than a switch
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We the only niggas up in the
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A war and gettin' rich
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They know we the ones,
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sit outside your job like Mitch
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When he fall, get his face,
still trappin' like Ace
Locked dunks,
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three bands for a pair of white lace
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Hellcat, I'm gettin' eight,
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in the middle of a chase
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Boy, freakin' safe,
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shit ain't even have enough space
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Real life trap,
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I ran that paper up on the crazier
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Bad hood, bitch, look like Keisha,
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but this Deja Hood rich and I
was just broke,
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this shit major I had to make
sure I ain't have a taser
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Where I'm from,
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we the bad boys like mace
Kill a king, pingo ass,
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I'm the dime, got that bass
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Fuck them bitches with my bitches,
cause we got the same taste
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Been lat, niggas,
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they was standin' in the same place
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We been spendin' for so long,
it got me car sick
Stayed on business,
F
I invest in my paper and carpets
A
On that car, we catch niggas in traffic,
we gon' park them
If he come around, it's bein' greedy,
we gon' starve him
Known for shootin' niggas
where I'm from before heartin'
Baby took 30,
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they ain't givin' us no partin'
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Sittin' on niggas' homes, houses,
and niggas' apartments
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On the Southside parkin'
Outro 1
niggas like Cartman
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