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