Tonalité : C# minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Yeah, I'm back homie,
F
Dm
Am
but wait a second, I ain't even went that far, I can't stay away
That's when you know it's
F
Dm
fucked up
Am
A new year, new album
But fuck that same fucking style
F
Dm
Can I talk to real quick?
Am
Motherfuckers ain't ready for that
first round knockout
Notorious infamous soldiers
ready to pull the
Glock out
Watch out,
this criminal coming back no doubt
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Dm
Still making high power moves
Am
what you know about
Flipping this, flipping that,
making money, dropping tracks
Rollin' low bodies in the back,
got the silver plaque
Ha ha, I'm sippin' silver sack
F
From the west side where
Dm
the homies from the
Am
silvers at
From the spot where the crops grow
and worldwide
Motherfuckers gettin'
served like
McDonald's
And to be honest I
ain't feelin' 1 % of the
gang
F
Dm
So I'm takin' 99 of
Am
it, you can keep the
change
So all these sorry lames
need to take a back
seat
While I sign up dotted lines,
get paid like
an athlete
All these fools are lukewarm,
Mr.
Criminals
pasties
F
Still runnin' circles round
Dm
you levels like
Am
a track meet
Bulls see we blowin' up
so they wanna blame
You can never tame us, or change us,
or step your game up
Just got home from touring
like a month and a half
F
So now I'm just counting cash,
Dm
Am
smoking blunts as I laugh
But I'm addicted, I ain't taking no breaks
In the crime, like dropping trash,
just got back to stay
And, uh, I'm feeling good,
the paper is feeling thick
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These lanes don't want no drama,
Dm
there's unity in my flick
Am
So if you wanna come test, then test it
But no, I got a lot to lose,
so I don't suggest it
It seems the game is falling off a little bit
F
Every rocker with a tat these days
Dm
Am
thinks he got it hittin'
Every rocker with a bald head got a
CD out
If you vipers got some drama,
then come and see me now
Shit, I'll take it to the old days,
pull the beanie out
F
Put the hoodie,
Dm
Am
trust me, I said you don't wanna see me frown
I'll leave you wet up, take
your money as I get up
While I leave, throw my set up as
I settle this vendetta
Been known to pack barrettas,
been watched by
FBI
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Still smokin' and growin' cannabis,
Dm
Am
keepin' my head up high
One of the most talked about
in the rap gang
Check the numbers, homie,
then compare it to these rap flags
Fools don't even have
the capacity to pack flags
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Need to give it up,
Dm
Am
you britches gotta rap shame
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Shame on you motherfuckers
Still droppin' that wack -ass shit?
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Am
Duh, I told you, fool,
it's criminal mentality
Argonize crime?
Design for crime?
Stay on the street?
Ride the music?
Rise to power?
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Am
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Only the strong survive?
Dm
Am
You could've dealt by day
I guess you'll never learn
Fools ain't competing with
Am
fools like this
Yeah
Not to mention what the
Am
streets created
Hood
Affili -gated
A
Am
Soldiers of the 2 and 3
Southside's most whirly
Shit, shit, give it up homie
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