Tonalité : D minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
Dm
I could turn
a four and a half into a dynasty
You ain't gotta lie to me, already look
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Dm
I am what you try to be
C
Find me in Hollygrove on Olive Street
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Livin' in poverty, probably,
Dm
then serve you, I swear solemnly
See, it is what it gotta be,
obviously, no compromise
A
No apology,
C
I'll be damned if you body me
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I'm down to be lettin' off rounds in three,
Dm
fifteen in a clip
That's five a piece,
fuckin' up your privacy,
now promise me
You ain't got the kids in there,
if I hit your house, it gon' be real in there
C
You supposed to be a million, yeah?
A
Million's where I tell me where
The kids will care if I catch them there
Dm
The state's behind the picture,
bitch, get the picture, bitch
And I ain't talkin' to be talkin', get the picture,
C
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bitch take it down to make numbers fit each and every one of them before
I murder your son and them crap
Dm
here to jail and then back again
if it's rap or jack or crap
C
I'm in from here to jail
and then back again
A
it's crap or jack or crap
Dm
I'm in from here to jail
and then back again
if it's rap or jack or crap
I'm
C
From here to there and then back again
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If it's rap or jack or crack, I'm in
Dm
Niggas talk shit,
but that ain't botherin' mine
A
D -Squad in, comin' with a holiday shine
C
Walk with me and my Steve Madsen
We're thugged out like
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we Taliban troops
In the caves like Bin Laden
Dm
Terrorists been in the hood,
my niggas been robbin'
Equipped with Texans
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like we out South Austin
C
We went like Jake Cochran
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Desperado tactics runnin' my Jones
There's heat for you under the mattress
Dm
Feel the roaring rapids,
I'm straight up street
You niggas,
in the grass like three inch cleats
C
Jealousy and envy will get
you hit with the semi
A
I need my pennies,
I'm trying to get more like Kenny
Dm
Catch me off Vegas,
in a Caucasian Bentley
This ain't nothing to cock
A
the hammer back
and squeeze off Bentley
C
I lay niggas down like Simpkins,
get on the ground
A
Don't ever get out of line, nigga,
you way out of bounds
Dm
From here to there and then back again
If it's rap or jack or crack, I'm in
C
From here to there and then back again
A
If it's rap, or jack, or crack, I'm in
Dm
From here to there, and then back again
If it's rap, or jack, or crack, I'm in
C
From here to there, and then back again
A
If it's rap, or jack, or crack, I'm in
Dm
Buy, book, or crook,
niggas get their shit took
A
We break the rules,
Dm
y 'all niggas play by the book
C
From turf shoes,
to the rich man's wine cellar
A
We not your war killers,
y 'all niggas play good fellas
Dm
Don't get close,
catch two to your face, fella
A
Pockets ran through,
C
everything took, fella
Kaboom, when we step in the room
A
Lay face down on the rug
Dm
or get your bitch -ass drug
We on 90 homicides and
it's only the summer
If your bitch got some loot,
C
watch my niggas jump up
Block monsters,
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turf hoggin' with some gold fronts
Serving what?
Naw, niggas serving three lumps
Dm
Niggas bounce when you
fuckin' with them young punks
Up and come, body blow,
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jab him, stab him, grab him
Turn his pockets inside out
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See, that's the type of shit
that we talkin' about
Dm
From here to there and
C
A
Dm
then back again
If it's rap or jack or crack,
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A
Dm
I'm in
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Dm
C
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