Tonalité : F minor
Verse 1
Em
Am
What it is man? Sup,
D
Am
Yung Joc, Block Entertainment
Em
Am
Yeah, you wan' know somethin'?
Whatchu wanna know nigga?
D
I'ma take this motherfuckin' time
Am
to let y'all niggaz know
D
Am
I'm tired of playin' games,
A
D
Em
I'm tired of playin' witchu man
Verse 2
Preach on, y'all niggaz comin' up
D
Am
short on your money
D
Your re- up shit ain't right, nope, nope
Am
Your grams off nigga, get that shit right
Tell 'em shawty, let me talk to y'all
Em
This ain't make
Verse 3
believe so why
the fuck is you playin'
Am
You better listen close to what
Em
the fuck I'm sayin'
C
D
Am
'Cause really all it takes is a couple grand
Verse 4
Like AT&T, I reach out and I touch a man
C
F
Or I can let it go 'cause it
Em
Am
ain't nuttin' man
But naw it's the principle
Em
so fuck what you sayin'
D
E'ry dollar I want it,
Am
e'ry dime I need that
Em
So when it's time to break
Am
bread gimme no feedback
Verse 5
Em
'Cause you don't want
Am
to piss me off
C
And I get to poppin' like
Am
we poppin' Cristal
D
Am
See I can't help it, that's
just how we get down
Em
Let off a couple rounds,
Am
turn your smile to a frown
Verse 6
Am
F
Am
Yeah, I know, you think I'm bluffin'
'Til I kick the do' and
the goons they rush in
D
Am
Lay down on the flo' where
you keep the coke in
Em
Am
You say, "I don't know" then
your blood start gushin'
Verse 7
Em
I done told your ass once,
D
told your ass twice
Am
Fuckin' with my paper,
Em
you're fuckin' wit'cha life
D
Am
Don't play wit it, don't play wit it
D
Am
Don't play wit it, nigga, don't play wit it
Verse 8
Em
I done told your ass once,
Am
told your ass twice
Fuckin' with my paper,
Em
you're fuckin' wit'cha life
D
Am
Don't play wit it, don't play wit it
Don't play wit it, nigga, don't play wit it
Verse 9
Em
Am
Here he come once again' M
r. Murder Man
Smokin' on the purple bad,
D
pistol in my other hand
Fuckin' with my rubber bands,
Am
get your ass murdered fast
F#m
Am
Chop you up and chop ya, then
Verse 10
stuff ya in a duffel bag
Em
Ride wit'cha in the trunk
D
'til ya smellin' bad
Am
Get your daughter after class,
Em
ride by snatch her ass
D
Am
I know a pussy nigga owe
me a couple stack
Pop him like he never had,
Verse 11
but the nigga holdin' back
Em
F
I ain't trippin' now I'm lettin' 'em pass,
D
Am
got that ass
So I'm in the good,
D
nigga smokin' like a thermostat
Flashin' hella stacks,
Am
D
pie nigga Pontiac
Am
Actin' for these hoes with my
Verse 12
money, what kinda shit is that?
Em
I ain't feelin' that,
F
pay me for my fuckin' pack
Am
E'ry dime off e'ry zone,
Em
don't gimme that
D
Am
See it time for the chrome,
D
go on pull it out
Am
Sad Sunday service for
the sucker in the parking lot
Verse 13
Em
I done told your ass once,
Am
told your as s twice
Fuckin' with my paper,
Em
you're fuckin' wit'cha life
D
Am
Don't play wit it, don't play wit it
D
Am
Don't play wit it, nigga, don't play wit it
Verse 14
Em
I done told your ass once,
Am
told your ass twice
Fuckin' with my paper,
Em
you're fuckin' wit'cha life
D
Am
Don't play wit it, don't play wit it
Em
Am
Don't play wit it, nigga,
don't play wit it
Em
Better know the repercussions
Verse 15
fuckin' with my dividends
C
Am
Yeah, I got a hitman for the hitmen
D
Leave your baby momma numb
Am
and I touch many fans
C
If ye ain't tryin' to see it, I
Em
Am
suggest you start prayin'
C
All I'm sayin',
Verse 16
Em
don't try to play me like I'm soft
C
Treat you like mosquitoes when
Am
I skeet you with that off
D
That Joc crawl blood,
Am
nigga call me Red Cross
C
Leave your wig leakin' like you
Em
spilled spaghetti sauce
Verse 17
F
Am
Fuckin' with my paper, ye ain't right
D
Am
I'ma send them gators,
C
Am
in the middle of the night
D
Am
Let 'em split your tater, in front your wife
No one can save ya,
put out your lights
Verse 18
Em
You're fuckin' with my paper,
F
Em
ye ain't right
Am
I'ma send them gators,
in the middle of the night
D
Am
Let 'em split your tater, in front your wife
No one can save ya, put out your lights
Verse 19
Em
I done told your ass once,
Am
told your as s twice
Fuckin' with my paper,
Em
you're fuckin' wit'cha life
D
Am
Don't play wit it, don't play wit it
Am
Don't play wit it, nigga, don't play wit it
Verse 20
Am
I done told your ass once,
D
Am
told your ass twice
D
Fuckin' with my paper, you're
fuckin' wit'cha life
Don't play wit it, don't play wit it
Am
Don't play wit it, nigga,
Em
don't play wit it
Am
It's the big dawg, Diesel Yung
Verse 21
Joc in the building,
ya heard me?
D
Am
Am
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