Tonalité : E minor•
Verse 1
Em
Bm
Em
Am
Return
Reagan ever,
D
Em
Rebel flamethrower,
Am
Champagne rover,
Patron hangover
Low sofas, leather,
G
Em
high ceiling lofts, cheddar
Gold tokens, designed with
C
Em
the frost and boss
Bm
Em
Brilliant, squeeze on those ci vilians,
chameleon
Knock niggas off in the court building,
Tilden
Brownsville,
L .H. houses,
C
Linden,
Cypress,
Canarsie
D
Em
Banners, space towers,
Am
re bays hours and power
Pass on tradition, never know cowards
Em
Interact with the friction
Condition, hood, pass, vouch,
free admission
Listen, it's either off,
C
subtract, or addition
Em
Position, the move like
F
the book on the board
Em
Bite palm placed on the book of the
Lord
C
Recite songs while niggas
D
get took to the mall
Am
Embalm the box, either you armed or not
The game ain't changed,
Em
it's the names of the players
Bm
D
The mayor, street smart,
Am
C
set apart the stayers
Em
C
No favors, every man standing is for self
Em
What else?
C
Niggas ain't heard niggas ex pel
Em
The game ain't changed,
F
C
D
Am
G
it's the names of the players
Em
C
A special unit set up for niggas doin' it
Em
D
Some niggas is roomed in it,
Em
C
oth er niggas just ruin shit
Em
Who the snitch tellin'?
Knockin' niggas for nothin'
Cause they chickens on another
nigga dickin'
C
She fuckin', it's disgusting
D
So now y 'all really know
Em
why I'm duckin'
Am
To the desert knees squeezing,
I'm begging for a reason
Got eleven little heathens and
Em
they certify demons
I'm pleading,
F
please no involving the policemen
Em
We beefing, and silence is the code
when you creeping
Sleeping,
I'm seeking for something to sink my teeth in
It's murder, murder
Monday be back before the weekend
C
Beasting,
D
Em
feeling like homie when he high
Am
Macaroni till I die, only got one try
The game ain't changed,
Em
it's the names of the players
The mayor, street smart,
set apart the stayers
F
No favors, every man standin' is for self
Em
What else, niggas ain't
heard niggas' spout
The game ain't changed,
F
it's the names of the players
C
D
Players, players, players,
Am
Em
players, players, players
C
Man we go round, here we go round
Em
From every angle hittin'
me like stereo sound
C
Em
Chit -chattin',
layin' my scenario down
Am
Em
Manhattan boogie down,
they all yappin' in the town
C
Body looting homie,
Em
he's not buried in the ground
Am
So many tears,
shit, a nigga could've drowned
So many years went from
Em
hopping on a hound
To hopping in the coupe,
guess they rocking for the crown
King of the city,
it's the thing when you pretty
And fed like nitty,
he was here right with me
Knew it had to happen,
but who did the clapping?
C
Knew when he was napping,
D
Em
the names ain't matching
Am
Mad ain't the word,
had the spaz on his bird
Though a sad one occurred,
Em
got a blast on the herb
Kill me, you n***a,
as quiet as a whisper
You slide like a slipper, damn, a n***a, listen
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