Tonalité : E minor
Verse 1
Em
Morele, this song's dedicated to my Darkonejo,
aka Kanjo, Mr. Perterous Flow.
Don't trip, fuck these fools.
A little rap jam from my right
-hand man.
Vámonos.
B
Another vato's bout to bite the dust.
Em
Fuck him with a cartel
B
that's murderous.
Em
B
I hold it down in my Southside town.
Em
Heard a buster got beef,
B
he know where to be found
Em
B
What the fuck? Another drive, I was up
Em
Killing everybody when the
weapons erupt
B
Em
Don't give a fuck,
B
everybody catching lead
Em
AKs, 47 rounds to the head
B
Em
B
Empty the mag, holla at you fags
Em
Thought you held it down,
now your body bag
B
Em
B
Here's the plan, do the job so neat
Em
Rid my enemies from the
B
poisonous streets
Em
Time to chill, lay low on the deal
B
Em
Cause Forensics looking
B
for my ID on the steel
Em
Ain't gonna hap pen,
B
did a professional hit
Em
B
No fingerprint or suspect to get
Em
Bm
All my enemigas get blasted up
Em
Mastermind job, homie,
B
that's what's up
Em
Think you callin' shots,
B
homie, back on up
Em
Conejo, Enco, Porro,
B
fuck your whole day up
Em
All my enemigas get blasted up
Mastermind job, homie,
B
that's what's up
Em
Think you callin' shots,
homie, back on up
Conejo, Enco, Porro,
B
fuck your whole day up
Em
B
Yeah, you all buffed up with your tattoos
Em
B
So instead of catchin' one,
dawg, you're catchin' two
Em
B
Little cock, smokin' dissa on the internet
Em
I reach through your Macintosh
B
and break your neck
Em
Pipin' down your bitch,
B
punchin' your moms
Em
It's nothin' personal,
B
I'm doin' my job
Em
Tried to keep the beef wrapped,
B
but you called me out
Em
Now I got a infrared pointin'
B
at your house
Em
Where you at, homes?
B
Bitch made rapper
Em
I'm about to slap
B
you with a loaded clapper
Em
B
In a three -piece, clean and dapper
Em
Nobody at your funeral
B
cause it didn't matter
Em
B
Tryna be a G, man you got no school
Em
Acting all gumbalo, yes I got you the tool
B
Em
En emy goes crack when the
B
caps show up
Em
Haha, to fuck your whole day up
B
Em
Homeboy, all my enemy guys
Bm
get blasted up
Em
Mastermind job,
homie that's what's up
B
Think you calling shots, homie back on up
Em
Go left, wake up home,
B
fuck your whole day up
Em
B
All my enemy guys get blasted up
Em
Mastermind job,
homie that's what's up
Think we callin' shots,
homie, back on up
Gon' have to work us hard,
B
fuck your whole day up
Em
Plottin' on your death,
B
it's a serious issue
Em
What you think I'd only
B
lyrically diss you?
Em
Charlie Holmes,
B
want someone to miss you
Em
Pointin' at you with two
B
loaded pistols
Em
You ain't worth a sixteen,
B
gonna point the beam
Em
B
Between your eyes, Saturday surprise
Em
B
Bring some tears to your half -eyes eyes
Em
You get a new tux, perfect size
B
Em
Got you a new box,
B
fuckin' with mines
Em
Tryin' to clown with your bullshit rhymes
B
Em
Used to do the bang shit,
B
then I did the slang shit
Em
Rhyme shit,
B
now it's back to the gang shit
Em
B
Roll deep with the S's that I hang with
Em
B
With my conjo up a twenty -fifth
Em
Little homies do the hideous shit
B
Em
You on the wrong side of town,
B
man, you catchin' a clip
Em
All my enemy guys get
B
blasted up
Em
Mastermind job, want me fast,
B
what's up?
Em
Think you callin' shots,
B
want me back on up
Em
Go left, go in, go home,
B
fuck your whole day up
Em
B
All my enemikas get blasted up
Em
B
Mastermind job, only that's what's up
Em
Think you're calling shots?
Hold me back, hold up
Kulejo and Kupo 'o,
B
fuck your whole day up
Em
That's right,
B
Em
Kulejo and Kupo 'o, imperial
B
Oleg Kulejo don't trip, dawg
Em
I'ma hold these bastards down
B
while you're out of town
Outro 1
Em
B
Em
B
Em
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Em
B
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