Tonalité : B minor
Verse 1
Dm
[Havoc]
C
Am
Yeah.. uh- huh
Dm
Why'all niggaz ain't ready to die
C
Am
C
Dm
Why the fuck they
frontin like they is?
[Prodigy] Ah- yo Dunn, aiyyo yo
Verse 2
C
You could catch P laid
back, in
Am
triple black trucks
C
Or catch him swingin
pain(?) bottles in the club
Dm
Won't catch me with the
C
police without cuffs
Am
Can't press me into no threatenin
Verse 3
Am
C
position
Dm
Probably spot me, steppin
C
out the tree spot tough
Am
Catch P fixin his pants,
C
it's cause of his gun
Dm
You see the God,
C
Am
big ol' chains, but can't stick him
C
'Cause they know I shoot niggaz like Slick
Verse 4
Dm
Rick and them
C
Am
Source at the thug events,
C
why'know we hittin them
Dm
Caught him spendin fake hundreds at the bar,
C
Am
C
Dm
C
Am
C
we was gettin them
Dm
C
Am
Drugs in my system, all types of shit
Verse 5
Am
Keeps me where I want to be,
C
Dm
don't get me started on that
Just peep how aggressive
C
my niggaz is with this
Am
C
Dm
And check how we set up shop
to get our chips
C
Am
Niggas study our verse like college kids (word) We know you love our style,
C
Dm
get off our dick
(Yeah that's right, uh- huh)
Verse 6
C
[Chorus] [H] why'all niggaz ain't ready
Am
to die
C
Why the fuck they frontin like
Dm
they is?
C
[P] Cause they want to be like the reals
Am
And be amongst the thugs that do this for
C
Dm
real
[H] why'all niggaz ain't ready to die
C
Am
C
Dm
Why the fuck they frontin like they is?
C
Am
[P] Cause you want to do it like Hav'
C
Dm
An d do it like P,
but mad shit missin
Verse 7
[Havoc] Why'all niggaz is pussy,
C
Am
and ain't nothin gangsta in ya
Rapid fire empty the clip,
C
reload and continue
Am
Dm
If not anything else the
four- pound'll spin ya
C
And end you where you stand (uh- huh) dead
Am
you cause I can
Verse 8
C
Am
Dm
Believe me my hammer don't give
a damn what you been through
C
It's a cold cold world, my whole
Am
life was a winter
Never gave a fuck about the cold
C
Am
Dm
(nah) draped in thermal
C
Am
Don't put your nose in things
don't concern you
C
This grown man
Verse 9
Dm
business,
why'all niggaz so childish
I'm in the cut, analyzin while
C
you fools is wildin
Am
Pickin my mark,
C
Am
Dm
C
and I'ma clap my heat off the grip
Am
C
Dm
Murder so clean you
C
can eat off the shit
Am
I'm a
Verse 10
paranoid nigga,
C
Dm
C
Dm
Am
don't get too
close
C
Am
Dm
Or I might think you schemin on me,
C
Csus4
Am
C
I'm cockin the toast
Dm
The game cutthroat
so I killed the ref
C
Am
Mobb fallin off, baby girl don't hold your breath,
breath
C
(Yeah that's right, uh- huh)
Dm
[Chorus]
Outro 1
Dm
C
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