Tonalité : D major
Verse 1
D
Yeah, Desert Storm niggaz, Cain
A
Ghetto, I got these niggaz man
D
Clue, I'm the first line
G
of defense
D
(Yeah)
And I'ma show 'em what that means
Verse 2
D
I know these niggaz hoped I wouldn't make it,
fuck you
Your hatred only made me
wanna cake ya, fuck you
A
D
Wherever I see you nigga
G
I'ma buck you
D
And put a hole in your chest that's big
enough to drive a truck through
Verse 3
D
I bring the drama back where you lives,
flatter your wiz
A
Reload and then point the Mag at your kids
D
G
D
So what I sound remorse,
G
D
the re cords I still peep guns on me
But the difference now is only Deserts
Verse 4
D
If I talk it's gonna be reckless,
I'm ready to die
So when I apply pressure,
A
niggaz gon' respect it
D
Tote guns to rob niggaz, I told
G
'em to use
D
And leave enemies of friends that
like broken and bruised
Verse 5
D
They ain't crazy,
G
D
they just broke and confused, cross me
And they'll be talks of how they found
A
the man smoked on the news
D
I'ma career crook they used a mug
G
D
shot from my graduation picture
And my junior high school yearbook
Verse 6
D
Paul Cain never appear shook
Yeah, I might talk to my
A
enemies but never police
D
G
You wanna converse it better be brief,
D
you ain't gotta say much
Show me the money and the
cheddar'll speak
Verse 7
D
If it ain't involvin' bread,
I ain't with it
I don't need D's on me,
A
I'm already dodgin' Feds
D
When the shots from
G
the revolver spread
D
Duck, I don't discriminate,
leave CEO's and artists dead
Verse 8
G
D
Make slugs a part of his head
Vanish then pop up in a SL double nickel,
A
scarlet red
D
G
Fuck you I'm tryna get my cash right
D
All my niggaz flip birds and blast pipes,
addicted to the fast life
Verse 9
D
Bm
Live everyday like my last night, od'in or X
D
A
When I got signed like Len Bias on draft
D
G
night (Yeah)
D
Niggaz, Street Dreams (Yeah, yeah)
Verse 10
D
I see ya faggot ass schemin', fuck you
Bitch you don't wanna swallow semen,
fuck you
A
D
No you hate the way I'm street dreamin',
fuck you
G
C#
That's why I'm ridin', clappin',
D
wit the .40 Cal screamin', fuck you
Verse 11
D
Bm
When I pulled the 5 out, I kinda expected
D
For the back stabbers, to be standin' behind me,
A
wit they knives out
D
G
Then the Range, wit the fins drove in
D
I wasn't shocked to see my foes,
dressed in friends clothin'
Verse 12
D
G
D
But I still pull through the sty,
wit handguns
As big as the one,
A
Robocop pulled from his thigh
D
You prolly heard about the bullets
G
I buy and how it look like
D
C#
D
I'm throwin' batteries,
when the bullets shoot by
Verse 13
D
So what, you wear a vest,
Bm
why would I care
D
A
If I aim for ya chest, that be a good idea
D
Nigga, it's nothing to clap
G
D
ya but I'm more worried
Bout the groupie cops,
who wanna put they cuffs on a rapper
Verse 14
D
That's why I'm limpin' off
Bm
wit a freak and a lawyer
D
A
Who woulda got O.J. Simpson off in a week
D
I could show you how to blow
G
up on ya own in a Benz
D
That hit a buck and make the
windows go up on they own
Verse 15
D
Wit a stash box compartment
for a handgun
That make holes the size of peep holes,
A
on apartment doors
D
My closet look like department
G
D
stores and you wonder why
C#
D
Ya girl's comin' home,
wit a cigar sip for
Verse 16
D
'Cause I just dump the light Dutch,
Bm
mash the guts
D
You won't believe how much ass I touch
A
D
Who else struts pass the sluts,
G
and a chain wit so much
D
Ash and cuts,
C#
D
that it hangs much pass the nuts
Verse 17
D
That's why I get followed by
Bm
D
broads wit deeper throats
Then the people at the circus,
A
D
that be swallowin' swords
Y'all hopin' that the Don fall off
G
but my money's long enough
D
To keep shootin' ya bank until,
ya arms fall off
Verse 18
D
I'm eatin', and I ain't have to
Bm
use someone's utensils
D
And when you clean as me,
you know that every bum is against you
But please don't let someone
G
convince you to test the kid
D
And get hit wit slugs as long,
as a No. 2 Pencil, fucka
Verse 19
D
I see ya faggot ass schemin', fuck you
Bitch you don't wanna swallow semen,
fuck you
A
D
No you hate the way I'm street dreamin',
fuck you
G
D
C#
That's why I'm ridin', clappin',
D
wit the .40 Cal screamin', fuck you
Verse 20
D
Bm
I see ya faggot ass schemin', fuck you
D
Bitch you don't wanna swallow semen,
fuck you
A
D
No you hate the way I'm street dreamin',
fuck you
G
D
C#
D
That's why I'm ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin',
Outro 1
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