Tonalité : E minor
Verse 1
Em
C
Am
Em
C
Am
Yo,
Em
C
the saga begins, begin war
I draw first blood,
be the first to set it off
Em
My cause, tap all jaws,
C
lay down laws
We takin' what's yours,
we do jux, rush the doors
Em
Here come the D's,
C
time to make breeze and guns toss
In full force, my team'll go
at your main source
Em
My 9 Taurus hit bosses
C
and take hostage
Your whole setup,
from the ground up, we lock shit
Em
Blood flood your eye, fuck
C
up your optics
Switch to killer instincts
'fore niggas pop shit
Em
Yo, nigga Noyd, what's the topic?
C
Nine pound, we rocked it
'96, strike back with more hot shit
Em
Il luminate,
C
my team'll glow like radiation
With no time for patient
or complication
Em
Let's get it done right,
my clique airtight
C
Trapped in a never-ending gunfight
Em
So niggas lose stripes or lose life
Jail niggas sendin' kites to the street
C
Over some beef that
wasn't fully cooked
Em
Finish 'em off, well-done meat
meat
C
Then send .22 slug to your head
Am
Travel all the way down to your leg
Verse 2
Em
Ay o, it's Hell on Earth
C
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line
Em
And the enemy is one-time
Bm
C
I I ain't gotta tell you
It's right in front of your eyes
Em
Ayo, it's Hell on Earth
C
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line
Em
And the enemy is one-time
C
I I ain't gotta tell you
Yo, it's right in front of your eyes
Verse 3
Em
C
We rep the QBC, nigga, rep yours,
it's all love
Milli' stacked down,
heavily guarded by hollow-tip slug
slug
Em
C
Then crack down on wannabe thugs
Adapt to gat sound and bow down
Em
Slow the fuck up,
see how my foul now
C
Articulate, hittin' body parts
to start shiftin' shit
Never hesitant,
it's the rap game unlimited
Em
Bm
Sign my roster, we can do this,
C
forever infinite
Then reminisce twenty years later
Em
how we was gettin' it
Either with me, go against the grain,
C
you better hit me
Leggin' me or robbin' me,
niggas better body me
Em
'Cause it's a small world and niggas
C
talkin' like bitches
Bitches singin' like snitches,
pointin' you out in pictures
Em
Bm
C
'Cause she rep the QBC faithfully,
playa-hatin' me
All that bullshit is just makin' me
Em
More the better to concentrate
C
on gettin' cheddar
If shorty set you up, you better dead her
Em
I told you, shape and mold you,
C
son you, then I hold you
Like a pimp,
mind control you, double-edge blow blow you
Em
In the B-I like like I'm supposed to,
C
the clique is coastal
International, you local
Em
Bacardi mix physically fix
C
Hit you with shit that'll leave
a loose nigga stiff
Am
Probably thick, son, I solved 'em
Em
Pulled him in my world and
C
evolved him to chaos
Walk the beat like around the way cops
Em
the average pitstop
C
QB City, Godfather Pt III
Gotti, Gambino, and Ty Nitty
Scarface, rest in peace
Verse 4
Em
C
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line (front line)
Em
And the enemy is one-time (one-time)
C
I ain't gotta tell you
Ayo, it's right in front of your eyes
Em
Hell on Earth
C
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line (front line)
Em
And the enemy is one-time (one-time)
Bm
C
I ain't gotta tell you
Am
Ayo, it's right in front of your eyes
Em
Yo, the heavy metal king, hold
Verse 5
Bm
C
big shit with spare clips
You see eclipse when the MAC spit,
Em
your top got split
Layin' dead with open eyes,
C
close his eyelids
Turn off his lights,
switch to darkness
Am
Em
It's deep in the abyss of street life
Bm
C
Blood on my kicks, shit on my knife
You's the wild child,
Kicko turnin' men into mice
Em
I was born to take power,
Bm
C
leave my mark on this planet
The phantom of crime rap,
niggas is left stranded
Em
Shut down your operation,
C
closed for business
Leave a foul taste in your
mouth like Guinness
Em
Bm
C
P.O.W. niggas is found M.I.A.
We move like special forces,
Green Beret
Em
C
Heavily around my throat, I don't play
Shit brand new,
Em
back in '89, the same way
Bm
The God P walk with a limp, see
C
But simply, to simplify shit,
Em
no man can go against me
Bm
Test me, you must be bent,
C
G, don't tempt me
I had this full clip for so long,
it needs to empty
Em
The reason why it's full for so long
C
'cause I don't waste shit
You properly hit,
blood in your mouth so you could taste it
Em
Quiet is kept,
Bm
C
I lay back and watch the world spin
I hear thugs claimin' that they gonna
Em
rob the Mobb when they see us
C
I tell you what, black, here's the issue
It's a package deal, you rob me,
you take these missiles
Em
C
Along with that, I ain't your average cat
Fuck rap, I'm tryna make cream
and that's that
Em
Whatever it takes,
C
however it gots to go down
Four mics on stage,
a motherfuckin' four-pound
Em
Speakers Speakers leakin' out sound
C
and niggas leakin' on the ground
I could truly care less,
Em
the God gon' get his regardless
Blow-for-blow,
C
let's let's let's find out who hit hardest
This rap artist used to be a
stickup artist
Em
Bm
C
Sometimes I test myself, see if I still got it
A live nigga stay on point,
Em
never disregard shit
Bm
Or forget the essence
C
from which I emerged
P is sick, so save that bullshit
for the birds (nigga)
Em
Live up to my words, if I got beef,
C
niggas comin' in herds (nigga)
We flush through,
Em
your clique get purged (word up)
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