Tonalité : B minor
Intro 1
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I don't
Verse 1
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do the hood,
Am
I keep hearin' niggas sayin'
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Em
I'm supposed to die tonight
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Em
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Niggas don't put a hit out
Am
and they talkin' like this shit okay
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Em
I'm down to ride to night
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We rollin', we stolen, it get loaded
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Em
I'm down to ride tonight
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It's smokin', straight dokin',
Am
lockin', loadin'
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Somebody gon' die
Dm
This is nothin' new,
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I've been in this position before
Am
Grandma crib, niggas outside of her door
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Em
Dm
Different day, same shit,
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old Mac, new clip
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32 hollow tips, gloves, no rubber grip
Dm
I'm a boss,
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but niggas never show no respect
Am
I catch him slippin',
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I have him tongue kissin' my tech
Dm
One come, test me,
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pussy boy, don't try it
Am
Police response, never fast enough,
the shot's fire
F
Dm
Don't be stupid,
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find out who you fuckin' with, son
Am
Before we find out
where your bitch get her hair nail done
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Em
Dm
It's elementary,
Em
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life is but a dream
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You know, row, row your boat,
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your blood forms a stream
Dm
After you get hit,
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you should've thought about this shit
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You took that paper, you take a life,
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Em
or your life get took, bitch
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Sometimes I sit and look at life
from a different angle
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Don't know if I'm God's child
F
or I'm Satan's angel
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I don't know the hood,
Am
I keep hearin' niggas sayin'
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I'm supposed to die tonight
Dm
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Niggas done put a hit out
Am
and they talkin' like this shit okay
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I'm down to ride tonight
Dm
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Am
We rollin', we stolen, it can't load it
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I'm down to ride tonight
Dm
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We smokin', we straight loadin',
Am
lockin', loadin'
F
Somebody gon' die
Dm
F
In 2002, if you asked me to make a wish
Am
I simply would've wished
F
that my music would be a hit
Dm
Big said, damn,
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niggas wanna stick me for my paper
Am
Then pray for my downfall,
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I understand it all
Dm
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But me, I'm a little more flashy than niggas
Am
So chances are, I'ma have to blast me
Em
Dm
An d nigga, I'm on that Keflon Vest shit
F
That Wild Wild West shit
Am
It's 81 -1,
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carrying stones in my necklace
Dm
I shine so hard,
F
I make motherfuckers wanna kill me
Am
Every projects in every hood I go,
Em
they feel me
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Know it sounds like rap, but this shit is real B,
Am
I don't talk that rich shit
F
But nigga, I'm filthy when
Dm
I come out the plate
F
And my ma be with me,
Am
you can bet your bottom dollar
F
that revolver with me
Dm
Homeboy, frontin' on me,
F
it shorten your lifespan
Am
Hold the mic with my left,
F
my knife in my right hand
Dm
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Yeah! I'm through the hood,
Am
I keep hearin' niggas sayin'
F
I'm supposed to die tonight
Dm
F
Niggas done put a hit out
Am
and they talkin' like this shit okay
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I'm down to ride tonight
Dm
F
Whip rollin', whip stolen,
Am
it get golden
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I'm down to ride tonight
Dm
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We smokin', straight loakin',
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lock and loadin'
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Somebody gon' die tonight
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I'm back, You
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