Tonalité : F# minor•
Intro 1
F#m
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F#m
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Trying to feel my
Verse 1
inside soul
Cause a angel told me it's cold
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But ain't no way I can fold
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With a pair of nuts this dam n swoll
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'Cause where a nigga was raised
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Don't nobody play games
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It's like your life is a sweet
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And reality's the flame
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So why the fuck you trying to torture
With that dip in the middle
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It's like I'm swallowing mighty bites
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While you be nibbling on skittles
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Bm
Cause this city we in
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It ain't no such thing as friends
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And once it comes down to paper
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You down to bump off your kin
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You think I'm lying
What thoughts be in my head
as I walk around
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So now you know when you see me
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Why my face is quick to chalk a frown
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Bm
'Cause I don't trust nobody
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Nope not a god damn soul
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So now you know I'm a hog
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From high to a deep level of cold
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Thinking why niggas let me broke
In this city of Houston
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But ain't no stopping Bam
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I'ma keep my ego to boosting
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'Cause I got a bunch of fans that love me
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And bitches that jock
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I got killas in my click
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And I keep thugs on my block
Verse 2
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I'm
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just
letting you know don't test me
I'm with my chrome
I'm still in my ghetto peel
I'm more than your average nigga
From that Maab
Lookin out the house with a bed
With a bullet in the way
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That click your spine and
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now you crying
Cause you realize
That your dick,
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F#m
can't even get hard
Verse 3
F#m
Who the hell could it be, peeping on me
T to the R to the motherfucking A- E
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Killas that's like mad
trucks with a bust
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Better duck
Who the fuck running up so nigga what
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Bm
'fore I leave my star full of that heat
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Gotta watch my back, 'fore I be alone
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That shit is gon' fall
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And the while back me up
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To the sides shapey grin
Gotta know get enough for them
That T to the E to the E to the A
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It's go ing down South Klique
What you wanna do bitch
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throwing up my set
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Infrareds to your chest with a mess
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Bm
Now stop you drop,
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like sweat it out my face
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What killas want right behind me
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(I think you lying) so try me
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These hater- fied niggas don't play
Cut in all my killas
Till the day I'm dead and deceased
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It'll be
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Us niggas out Houston won't ever fade
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What I'm all about, hoping with
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Open kicking eyes open, peeping
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I gotta be scoping better
keep wishing
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G's on these streets be low
Till the point of my life I can't go
Got hatred not cause a hoe
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K- I double L- A- K- L- A- N to the B to
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The A to the M, gotta represent
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Never know with a lifestyle
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With a five dolla with a mile
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Gotta get my life be twisting thoughts
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A thought in the vault
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You can't forget and you feel the anger
With one in the chamber
Grill in the back, but it's your
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Me and TAZ on the regular
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My K, fives don't give a damn to hustle so
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Can't change on my
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feet to the dip
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Dropping tops 'Til the playa get a hit
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To the drink to the brain get me crunk
Get a boost can't tougher shit
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City of killas and it get loose
Verse 4
F#m
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Fuck around and pull out my AK
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Bm
And bust yo ass in the head
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I'm trying to leave you dead
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With an infrared
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C#
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I never be giving a fuck aboooout, you
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Bm
It got me going me crazy
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Got a nigga going crazy
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Got me going crazy, crazy
Verse 5
F#m
TAZ the all mighty devil
Specialize in the methods of torture
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So stepping without a weapon's
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Not a good idea,
just thought I'd warn you
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I'm not your average
nigga I'm a Guerilla
Just look at the frown on face
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Running with the pack, ready to attack
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Fucked up, and get your
whole crew erased
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If you think I'm playing,
come test me
Better catch me slipping
To get the best of me
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Deadly, when me toss this K to you
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Focused and keep my aim steady
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Cause it's serious and
I run with killas
Dealas and guerillas coming to get you
F#m
Better make a move fast, when I blast
With no feelings
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With a firm grip on my trigga
Open fire with no hesitation
Infiltrating start eliminating
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Your troops execution style
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Leaving em face down on the pavement
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A career with them here
Look em up and let's see
who's the boss
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Watching it get raw
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Coming home with three hitter quitters
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That'll beat you up
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from the back gone
Making niggas mind
Representing Guerilla
Maab to the fullest
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Let me pull it to the made a mistake
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And try to give me a break
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And then use it when you pull it
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Bm
In the city of killas
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Only the tough and the strong and
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Those who have hearts survive
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Guerilla Maab's on the rise, nigga
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I'm just
Verse 6
letting you know don't test me
I'm with my chrome
I'm still in my ghetto peel
I'm more than your average nigga
From that Maab
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Lookin out the house with a bed
F#m
With a bul let in the way
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That click your spine and
F#m
now you crying
Cause you realize
Bm
That your dick, can't even get hard
F#m
I'm just letting you know don't test me
I'm with my chrome
I'm still in my ghetto peel
I'm more than your average nigga
From that Maab
Lookin out the house with a bed
With a bullet in the way
D
That click your spine and
F#m
now you crying
Cause you realize
That your dick,
D
Bm
F#m
can't even get hard
Verse 7
Got my Glock 44, and I think to myself
A murdering, I'm gon grow
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But I got the fever
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For the favor of a big pocket
And a blue white
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Come with the look so sneaky
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I major in at 175 pounds,?then I'm
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gone in a few minutes?
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Around when I come around,
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in red Chucks
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But a nigga can't even
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see me or hear me
Fear me when I'm in
a zone of depression
Gotta get a crib
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Gotta get a Lac, but I can't get a job
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But I really gotta get a weapon
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Then I be stepping
Really be stepping,
and a motherfucker temper
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Start motivation draining
F#m
Really bumping the fat
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And your shit'll get up
out your purse
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F#m
Everything I see, I'm claiming as mine
With a motherfucking nine
You don't give and dump
Nigga we got good skill
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s, and running endo in
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You don't wanna meet that E
Really beat your feet
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Cause I don't hesitate
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To pull a tre- 8 to the chest plate
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Then I want a rake to scrape the plate
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With a mouth full of diamonds
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And the fifth wheel,
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be steady reclining
F#m
Cause I got ends on a All
Star Lex at first
84's and boulder blocks,
elbows shining
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Charging don't give it up
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What it takes don't never retire
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Gotta get the Glock
Cause I gotta be making my money
By robbing and stealing
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Drug dealing try to make a million
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And plus thinking bout feddy
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Bm
And run ning my city in the
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city of killers
Verse 8
I'm just letting you know don't test me
I'm with my chrome
I'm still in my ghetto peel
I'm more than your average nigga
From that Maab
D
Lookin out the house with a bed
F#m
With a bul let in the way
D
That click your spine and
F#m
now you crying
Cause you realize
That your dick, can't even get hard
Bm
F#m
I'm just letting you
know don't test me
I'm with my chrome
I'm still in my ghetto peel
I'm more than your average nigga
From that Maab
Lookin out the house with a bed
D
F#m
With a bullet in the way
D
That click your spine and
F#m
D
now you crying
F#m
Cause you realize
That your dick,
D
Bm
F#m
can't even get hard
Verse 9
F#m
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Fuck around and pull out my AK
F#m
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Bm
And bust yo ass in the head
D
Bm
F#m
I'm trying to leave you dead
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With an infrared
Bm
F#m
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I never be giving a fuck aboooout, you
Bm
It got me going me crazy
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F#m
Got a nigga going crazy
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Got me going crazy,
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crazy
Outro 1
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