Tonalité : E minor•
Verse 1
Bm
Am
D
Bm
Am
Yeah
D
Bm
So it all comes down
to this (what?)
C
Specialist with a hit list
D
G#
Right fist bomb type M.G.M. fight
Cm
night type (ding ding)
Dm
So when I hits in the stage
we can Face Off
D
Bm
Watch me rattle your Nicholas Cage
Bring heat in ridiculous ways
C
never compromise
Look into my eyes tell me what
Cm
you see (what?)
G#
Cm
Victory ecstasy maybe Hennessy En
Verse 2
Dm
ergy wasted,
D
enemies gettin' laced with
Bm
That point blank to the face shit
Who you think this is
C
Young black bust a nigga ass
Bm
strickly business man
Ab
Am
Self disciple Heinakin let
the record spin
D
Bm
Paparazzi all over again, times ten
Verse 3
Like thee original sin
C
I'm tryin' to fuck it up for everybody
The hot toddy,
D
Ab
get collect calls from John Gotti
Cm
Am
I kick back like karate
Dm
Butter soft burn off and solid
D
Bm
black Maserati like
Verse 4
Get caught up in the game,
Am
Dm
it gets deeper then that
D
Bm
C
No gain with no pain,
Am
Dm
it gets deeper then that
Bm
C
Dyin' in the fast lane,
Am
Dm
way deeper then that
D
Bm
To the place where the
C
Am
Dm
motherfuckin' problem is at
Verse 5
Bm
Long hair ganja smoke
but don't be mistaken
C
I ain't Jamacian
Find another chick to jerk
D
Adim
A world of hurt 9 to 5
puttin' in work
Am
Dm
D
Dm
Never rest put to the test
D
get put to the death
Bm
Never the less only greater than
Trust no man
C
Soon to have the whole wide
world inside of my hand
Bm
Cm
So I suggest you act right
Adim
Am
my insight like sunlight
Dm
D
Burn your cornea
Dm
D
Big bad California
Bm
To the Waldord Historia (c'mon)
Adim
N.Y.C.competition wish
Am
to some day roll like me
D
Bm
But all I see is capital H- E- A- T
Adim
I'm makin' motherfuckers
Am
run like DM C (run)
D
Bm
The Likwit MC is here to
blaze a nigga like a fat one
Am
Adim
Am
Non radio bangin' shit
D
goin' platinum
Bm
And keep slappin' 'em with a Colt 45
Adim
Am
While my old English leave you broken
D
down with a Crooked Ise (eye)
Verse 6
Bm
C
Get caught up in the game,
Am
Dm
it gets deeper then that
D
Bm
Dyin' in the fast lane,
Am
Dm
it gets deeper then that
Bm
C
Yo man fuckin' you, dang,
Am
Dm
way deeper then that
D
Bm
To the place where the
Cm
Am
Dm
motherfuckin' problem is at
D
Suck it
Verse 7
Bm
easy movin' on up like
George and Weezy
C#dim
D
You can't stop it love it or leave it alone
Ab
Xzibit writtin' more pages then
Cm
Dm
the state penetentary
Full of well known villians that
D
wanna come home
Bm
Never relax ain't no
tellin' lay it on wax
C
Make it bang let Stever sell 'em
and dip 'em in chrome
Cm
My nigga Bud'da chip
Ab
off beats like cellular phones
Cm
Dm
Heir to the thrown
Xzibit bring the lead to your dome
D
Bm
Like a 3rd world rebellion
squad on your boulevard
C
Protect they spots with heat
Am
Adim
They kids gotta eat to make it big in Cali
Am
it depends on who you meet
Dm
And who you sleep with
D
Might find yourself in deep shit
Bm
So hit me with your best shot
I'm lookin' forward to it
C
You shouldn't repeat it if you
Am
ain't really goin' through it
Adim
How dare you try to check the fluid
Am
Dm
Rip the track chillin' on your big
D
plans like Wilsure and Farefax
Verse 8
Bm
C
Get caught up in the game,
Am
Dm
it gets deeper then that
D
Bm
C
Dyin' in the fast lane,
Am
Dm
it gets deeper then that
Bm
C
No gain with no pain,
Am
Dm
way deeper then that
Bm
To the place where the
C
Am
Dm
motherfuckin' problem is at
Outro 1
How deep
Bm
C
C
Cm
Adim
Am
D
Bm
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