Tonalité : A minor•
Verse 1
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My niggas got scarred grills,
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skully hats and gats be fully's
Am
Brrrat, cars peel, the East Coast cartel
E
Rats get their tails snapped and trapped
The snitches in the streets and
Am
the snitches who rap
E
Dm
Pure euphoria, a dose of death to all of ya
Am
Coroner choruses sung from
The Bridge to Astoria
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Dreams of fallin' in the elevator,
passin' floors
Suddenly stop,
Am
the doors open up to a brick wall
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I can smell the haters, wishful thinkers,
bad luck prayers
Am
Picture your tarot cards and bodyguards
getting sprayed up
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Sabotagin' my makeup,
my watches get laced up
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Even if they indicted Jacob
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Forensics, paramedics, carry
Dm
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cowards off
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Defibrillators shock to your chest,
try to cough
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They die and hit Hell from an iron
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I'm fly in YSL, I'm paid from this shit
Got bitches high as hell,
E
and they fucking like AIDS don't exist
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They get sent to your hotel, a maid and shit
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Put a barrel in a capo mouth,
'til his scalp come out
Am
You a kid, you don't live
what you rap about
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Dm
King poetic, too many haters to count
E
Am
Too much paper to count, QB, bitch
Verse 2
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Join me in war, many will live,
many will mourn
Am
Money Over Bullshit, pistols over brawn
E
Afraid not of none of you cowards
but of my own strength
Am
Afraid not of none of you cowards
but of my own strength
E
Join me in war, many will live,
many will mourn
Am
Money Over Bullshit, pistols over brawn
E
Afraid not of none of you cowards
Dm
but of my own strength
Am
Afraid not of none of you cowards
but of my own strength
Verse 3
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Got seven candles lit, black wallpaper,
black carpet
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Thinking about which nigga to target
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You kill a nigga today, he lives forever
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So I plotted out smarter,
there'll be no martyrs
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Black TEC on the table, Mag .44
Black negligee on my
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bitch, she's at the door
Black fish eggs, nigga,
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Dm
that's the caviar
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You niggas fish- made,
Am
y'all nig gas is fifth grade
Niggas, it's fifty ways
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to dissect the General
If I give ya the top five,
Am
you will not survive
Rule 1: cocksucker, keep my
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name from your tongue
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Rule 2: thought you knew
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don't fuck with God's Son
Am
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Rule 3: see, matter fact, I just wait
If y'all reach top five,
Am
then I'ma eat y'all alive
Each one of you guys that claim
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Dm
Hip- Hop is still alive
F
C
Am
Like y'all ain't in agree
ment with Nas
I said it's dead motherfucker,
it's dead, bitch
E
Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn
Verse 4
E
Am
Money Over Bullshit, pistols over brawn
E
Afraid not of none of you cowards
but of my own strength
Am
Afraid not of none of you cowards
but of my own strength
E
Join me in war, many will live,
many will mourn
Am
Money Over Bullshit, pistols over brawn
Afraid not of none of you cowards
Dm
but of my own strength
Am
Afraid not of none of you cowards
but of my own strength
Verse 5
Am
From crack pushers to Lac' push
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ers and ambushers
And morticians to fortresses,
Am
case- dismisses
E
Laced in riches, cake ridiculous
From nickel and dimin' to trickin'
them diamonds
Am
Vegas, places in Switzerland
From non- blastin' to auto, I
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don't have to blast mine
Am
They blast mine, black 9, you flatline,
my cash climb
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Buy rare art, antique pieces,
Dm
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Mona Lisa's, own no leases
Am
Five- star restaurant eaters,
don't forget who your peeps is
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'Sposed to dine with you, sip
that good wine with you
Am
Only if they grind with
you or slang for ya
E
Seen niggas live, laugh,
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party and die in that very same corner
Pretty girls glance at us, status
E
unconceivable
Private planes landed out in
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Teterboro, weed I twirl
Once even gave me a phobia,
E
Dm
that I be in a spot trapped like
E
Am
Ma dame Zenobia's with this kid
Verse 6
eyein' my Rollie, y'all
Am
E
Join me in war, many will live,
many will mourn
Am
Money Over Bullshit, pistols over brawn
E
Afraid not of none of you cowards
but of my own strength
Am
Afraid not of none of you cowards
but of my own strength
Join me in war,
E
many will live, many will mourn
Am
Money Over Bullshit, pistols over brawn
Afraid not of none of you cowards
Dm
but of my own strength
Am
Afraid not of none of you cowards
but of my own strength
E
There it is,
Verse 7
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Am
QB, bitch yeah
E
Am
QB, bitch Yeah, yeah,
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Dm
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Am
QB, bitch
Outro 1
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