Tonalité : D minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
Dm
I'm talkin' 50s on the 20s,
100s on the 50s
F
Say the feds lookin' for me,
Dm
tell them pussies come get me
Gm
Say my trap goin' hard, nigga that's how
Am
We push it, got killers in the trees,
and I got killers in the bushes
Dm
I'm a motherfuckin' hustler,
niggas can't stop it
F
Players hatin' like a motherfucker,
but they still coppin' Northern
Gm
California boss,
heard I had money on my head
Am
I'm ATM up all night, bitch,
so come and get your bread
Dm
I ain't hidin' from you lames,
and I ain't hidin' from the feds
F
DEA ran up in my spot,
Dm
had to give me back my bread
Gm
I know they mad,
then the motherfucker thinkin'
it's out the game
Am
Suckers put it up out my pocket,
nine thousand and some change
Dm
I ain't even bust a sweat,
see I be in them projects
F
Known for them UFOs
and them foreign objects
Gm
Still waitin' for the drop,
I ain't hit the town yet
Bb
I'm still up , sky fallin',
Am
I ain't comin' down yet
Dm
Twenty pounds of that reefer,
bricks of that Nokia
F
Couple Benzes, couple Pimas,
they make mines, they my divas
C
First rule of the game
is don't put nothin' in your name
Bb
But if you get caught in the lane,
Am
it's a motherfuckin' shame
Dm
Twenty pounds of that reefer,
bricks of that Nokia
F
Couple Benzes, couple Pimas,
they make mines, they my divas
C
Yeah, you suckers steady goin'
thinkin' you ain't gotta learn
Bb
Pussy, he ain't put no friends up
Am
like he ain't gotta turn
Dm
Yeah, we dippin', we swangin',
blood crippin' and bangin'
F
We don't never switch,
gotta represent what you claimin'
Gm
So niggas stay real,
fuck what them niggas thinkin'
Am
One love, one life,
Dm
one marble and you stankin'
Am
Dm
What's sexy is how you get it,
make your scent right where you live it
F
Niggas trappin' out they house
even though them boys gon' hit it
Gm
But money, we gotta get it,
Am
only fears bein' broke
Dm
And I ain't never gon' choke,
never gon' flip
I'ma be the realest nigga in it,
F
Dm
so I'm never gon' snip
F
Dm
Gm
Man up , pussy nigga,
gotta ride your own shit
Am
You only get a couple fronts,
and then you buy your own brick
Dm
Me, I wash my own hands,
clean up my own spot
F
The reason they kill for me,
cause I feed my own block
Gm
When them coppers hit the corner,
them fiends yellin' the D
Bb
When enemies by the jacket,
Am
boy, my killers don't squeak
Dm
Twenty pounds of that roof,
bricks of that Nokia
F
Couple Benz's, Couple Pimas,
they make mines, they my divas
C
First rule of the game
is don't put nothin' your name
Bb
But if you get caught in the lane,
Am
it's a motherfuckin' shame
Dm
Twenty pounds of that reefer,
bricks of that Nokia
F
Couple Benzes, couple Pimas,
they make mines, they my divas
C
Yeah, you suckers steady goin'
thinkin' you ain't gotta learn
Bb
Pussy, he ain't put no bread up
Am
like he ain't got a turn
Dm
Check it, I've been around
since the brick game switched lanes
F
One spot for the bread,
the other spot to whip cane
Gm
Fully full of hollow tips,
give him hell, I make shit rain
Am
Bloody murders over this money,
Dm
it's a sick game
Used to play softball, now we playin' hard
F
Finally made it to the pros,
and yeah, we started in the yard
Gm
In a city full of tattoos,
bullet wounds, and scars
Am
And all the dirt that we did
was just to prove who we are
Dm
So I can't fear death,
cause dyin' is unescapable
F
The whole world could be yours
if you tried and you're capable
Dm
Gm
Stuck to these streets
with this grind
F
and I'm faithful
Am
O .T. out there catchin'
pies by the face full
Dm
Throwin' money on bitches
in cities where they playful
F
Floating on the cali back
of kush off some great boat
Gm
Bricks by the big rig,
choppers by the crate pool
Bb
Am
Truce like Bishop so my
moms actin' hateful
Dm
20 pounds of that reefer,
bricks of that Nokia
F
Couple Benzes, couple Beemers,
they make mines, they my divas
C
First rule of the game
is don't put nothin' in your name
Bb
But if you get caught in the lane,
Am
it's a motherfuckin' shame
Dm
20 pounds of that reefer,
bricks of that Nokia
F
Couple Benzes, couple Beemers,
they make mines, they my divas
C
Yeah you suckers steady goin'
thinkin' you ain't gotta learn
Bb
He said he ain't put no friends up
Am
Dm
like he ain't got a turn
Outro 1
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