Tonalité : C minor
Verse 1
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F#
Bbm
There may be trouble ahead
Am
Yo homeboy,
F
E
what the fuck you think you're doing?
Coming the fuck back in the train
Am
when freshly dipped
F
E
Yo, on the Shreff, run the fucking spot
built in the troop suit
F#dim
E
Take off the Vasco two -tones
and your BVD
Fdim
E
Dm
Give me the fucking silver chain
with the Chinese letters
Am
E
Up the MCM trench coat
Am
Yo, I ain't fucking playing with you,
motherfucker
There's a victim born every minute
F
You reached your limit
E
Your lead suit's my size
and I'm about to get in it
Am
It's the stick -you -up specialist,
F
E
the bad spirit that I possess
And the tigre like the fucking exorcist
Am
Don't flash the name brand,
F
the game plan
Dm
E
Have the gun and the coat hanger
in the same hand
Am
And fastened to top buttons
F
I don't want the shams to baron
E
to get dirty once the guns start
Am
Come with the time,
F
fuck up the world is mine
E
It's taking your Sherlock time,
what you earn is mine
Am
Set the bait with a bitch
F
to score and trap a man
E
And snag him for his
custom -made velour tapadan
F#dim
The thieving beast who
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needs the heat
to leave the strap
E
In your jacket
Dm
with the graffiti piece on the back
Am
With a hat to match,
E
don't scratch the glass
When you drop the gazelles
Am
it run like hell for an officer to tell
I don't wanna have to harm ya
F
E
You better off handing over
that fresh grey leather bomber
Am
It's the end of the playoffs,
F
the streets win
E
Visitors zero me, a brand new sheepskin
Am
The zip guns pointed directly
F
at your mango
Dm
E
Demanding you lose touch
Am
with your cream fuzzy kango
I robbed one fool for his chain
and took his weed bag
E
Not before I played him
for his face evaded ski hat
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The stick up kid,
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Fdim
out to snatch your wardrobe
E
I'm havin' Fashion Avenue
Dm
lookin' like a war zone
Am
E
And when they lay me to rest in peace
Am
I'll be in the afterlife,
take a ghost for they white sheets
Bm
Meanwhile, in the new millennium
E
Bm
Em
Bm
The robberies continue
Trust me, I'll be long gone
before the law's long arm
E
Can catch up with the bastard
Bm
that got you for your Sean John
I get my snatch on,
trappy for your fat farm
E
Thief you for your review,
Bm
sue and put it into a rap song
Shouldn't flinch over your fitted,
it got you laid out
Matter of fact,
E
Bm
take your throwback back,
this shit is played out
Dog, I don't care, let's knock a pale,
got the hardest air
E
The clock is there for you
Bm
to drop off your rockerwear, ha!
E
Bm
It's crazy ignorant the way
I prey the innocent
All for a pair of kicks and some shady limited
A chick'll get it, I don't give a fuck
Ante up for my baby mama
E
Bm
Bitch, give the baby fat pennies up
Travel gear,
my sticky hands are stuck to that
Em
I take your FUBU and your ECHO
Bm
And you can keep the trucker hat
Bm
Em
The thief of the night that'll
Bm
swipe these punks
Em
For a brand new pair of green
Bm
Heineken Nike Dunks
I take a five -finger discount
for your oversized white shirt
Bm
Em
Hi jack with a Mac,
Bm
so I fight over your iceberg
Bm
In a Uncle Howie hoodie,
I'ma blast the opponent
Bm
Em
Until Rus sell cementizes me
as a fashion consultant
You're smuggled to the robbery
And if you got robbed,
Bm
Em
you got stuffed
Bm
Broccoli keeps on takin' it
Let's rob the motherfucka
Bm
Em
Stick em!
Stick em!
Stick em!
Stick em!
Stick em!
Stick em!
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