Tonalité : A minor•
Intro 1
Am
F
Am
Verse 1
Am
F
Say some people call me the Crooked,
Am
Em
cause my mind ain't straight
Am
Leave niggaz leaning to the side,
like they need a V8
I tried to be a changed man,
but my plan ain't play
F
Am
Haters forced me,
Em
Am
to put a gun back in my hand and spray
Was already dealing with,
a bunch of those hoe ass niggaz
C
Em
Niggaz- niggaz, hated by
F
mo' bitch ass niggaz
Am
F
Took a fall,
got arrested then you bitches got bold
Am
What you thought I wasn't coming back,
to bomb on you hoes
C
I heard the rumors for myself,
Em
Z- Ro signed for ten
F
Here I am,
Am
F
it ain't safe to come outside again
For the record,
Em
Am
fuck everybody I ain't got no friend
Nigga remember how you treated Ro,
C
when Ro had no ends
Em
That explain when you see
F
me, why I reach in my pants
Am
Pull out my pistol,
F
let a fade nigga straight bleed in they ass
Am
Em
Am
Yeah I'm back and let it be known,
F
Z- Ro done made it home
Am
Fuck with me I empty out my clip,
Em
Am
reload and keep on
Verse 2
Am
[Hook: x2]
Keep on, and I won't stop
F
Am
Em
Am
Fuck with me, I promise
I'ma make your breathing stop
Em
Am
I keep on, with my glockcocked
F
Living on the edge till I'm dead,
Em
screaming fuck the cops
Verse 3
Em
[Z- Ro:]
Fresh out of jail, mayn
You niggaz, done fucked up now
F
Came back, to get my mail mayn
Em
G
Am
Playa don't make me,
buck you down
I'm the King of Da Ghetto
C
Em
F
And I'm here, to reclaim my throne
Em
F
Em
In a relationship, with a chick 4- 4
F
And nigga my bitch, be blazing domes
Em
Am
If y'all fellas, wanna play game
Em
F
I'm dumping, on every car I see
Em
Am
It's that time, when I play mayn
F
Brace yourself, R.I.P.
[Hook x2]
Verse 4
[Z- Ro:] It's reprocussions, when you niggaz press
F
Am
Em
Am
my buttons too hard
F
Then I become a saint,
Am
Em
Am
Em
Am
by bringing you nig gaz closer to God
Love nothing and slug something,
everytime I breathe
F
Murder on my enemies,
I'm the reason they families grieve
Am
Please O.G. gorilla, original
girl gone on
'Fore I beat your bitch ass, without
ever hanging up my phone
C
Em
Cause when I get wired
up, niggaz get tied up
F
It be nothing but yellow tape,
everytime I r- ride up
Em
F
T- Ray, we use to be cool and
kick it and thang
Em
Am
Understand you was in prison, and
missing the game
Understand me when I tell you,
if you cross me you could die
C
Em
Might as well be a pigeon,
F
cause your spirit fin to fly
Em
F
If you wasn't on "Keep on Watching
Am
Me", you ain't a Guerilla
Trying to imitate a gangsta,
F
that's when a gangsta come get ya
Am
F
Am
Run and telling toy soldiers
in your army, the war's on
F
Em
Am
Em
Am
Catch em one by one and dump my gun,
they cease to keep on what
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