Tonalité : G# minor
Verse 1
G#m
I like to teach the world to be
A dope man just like me
I like to front the world some coke
Verse 2
And let them sell for me
G#m
Born in the ghetto as a street thug
At age sixteen I started
sellin' cheap drugs
Ecstasy will cost you three
A year later I robbed a dope
house and stole a ki
Thirty- six is what I count
Now multiply thirty- six
with seven hundred a ounce
Bag it up and make my profit
But some pussy muthafucka in offices
tryin' to stop it
Verse 3
G#m
And the bastard that's stoppin' the bus Is
the same muthafucka that delivers
to us
He's payin' off the cops
Triple- crossin' the middle man tryin' to
Verse 4
give the smaller pusher power
G#m
The politicians are players
Reagan and Bush were cuttin'
tough on Noriega
Now the juices are sour
Remember politician means schemin'
for power
Verse 5
G#m
(You know what a hossa is? That's
a pig that don't fly
straight)
Verse 6
G#m
Now let's go back to the past The
muthafucka who needs to be tried
is Ronald Reagan's ass
Appointed Bush to the C- I- A
(That shit was cold
Put Noriega on the payroll)
All of a sudden shit changed
Right after eighty- eight
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hm, ain't that strange?
Some think I'm goin' too far
B
But if you want to go to war,
G#m
I take you to war
Verse 7
G#m
They don't care about niggas on welfare
As long as their kind ain't there
You've got my ki's on
a freeze
Muthafucka, my city's under
Verse 8
siege
G#m
(Today's special
Is ghetto dope)
Verse 9
G#m
Willie D sell out, you
can squash that fast
Here's a hit and a half for your ass
Police brutality is now
a formality
They're kickin' our ass
and we're payin' their salary
Verse 10
G#m
The average cop with a badge is a bitch
Back in high school they used to
get their fuckin' ass kicked
All of a sudden they're snappin'
necks
Puttin' niggas in check,
makin' threats, sayin' I'm next
Verse 11
G#m
I laugh at a muthafuckin' law man
Without the piece, bitch,
you're nothin' but a raw man
You couldn't hang if you were
cappin' or punchin'
B
G#m
F#
(So go suck a dick and write or ticket or
G#m
F#
G#m
somethin')
Verse 12
G#m
Can't understand my city's
under siege
Till the A- K clockin' g's
Got a Coupe De Ville,
got a rag and ridin' eighty- threes
Copper want to play the A- K
Guess they think I'm
slayin' crack
Muthafuck the fifties, they can't stop me,
got my corner back
Rocks and rocks and rocks galore
I left the cut and then I swore
Never be a stupid ass, I'll
never leave the cut no more
The dope game ain't no
joke
Verse 13
Muthafuckas will die for this, they go for broke
G#m
Rock houses open and busted
And the bitch that got you busted
(Was the bitch that you trusted)
Pimp on me, and I'll make bail
B
Hunt you down and kick your ass
G#m
through the goal post of hell
(Are you lighter on a
female figure?)
Hell nah, I fuck her up just
like I fuck up a nigga
Red, grab the pump
(Bill, pass me my nine
Now tell em what's on your
Verse 14
mind)
G#m
You goddamn parents are a trip
The streets got your babies cause
you're full of that bullshit
you tell your kids drugs'll fuck
up their health
And you're geekin' your goddamn self
But I won't blame it all on you
You stupid- ass teachers
can suck my dick too
I walk around with a smirk
Fuck school, fuck curfew, fuck homework
And muthafuck a damn cop
I never ride down my block without
my gun bein cocked
You won't get a chance to slay me
I won't' be an accident like Ada Delaney
So when you step out of line
I'm goin for mine
D- O- A is how they
pronounce you
No suspect, no motive, no clue
When you hoes say 'stop', I be
damned if I freeze
I truly believe my city's
under siege
F#
(Today's special
G#m
Is ghetto dope)
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