Tonalité : G minor•
Verse 1
Gm
Eb
G -Unit is your modern day
Cm
N .W .A.
Gm
You know what saying?
Cm
You got a group of niggas.
Eb
You got
Cm
Yayo.
Gm
You know what saying?
He home now.
You got
Banks.
Cm
Eb
He mixtape artist of the year.
Gm
He killing everything out there.
And you got
Buck, the wild nigga from the south.
You know what I'm saying?
Eb
He lyrical.
Gm
Like, this nigga's amazing.
This nigga
Young
Buck, niggas.
They say
Eb
Dm
God bless the child that can hold his own
Gm
And he who is lawyer always live long
A real hood nigga gets
Eb
Gm
money and give back
So when I got money bitch I did just that
Eb
I put packs in the hands of the dope man
Gm
Put gats in the hands of my old friends
Listen when I tell you
Eb
Gm
I didn't even really know gang
When I said his name
On
Pop and them thangs
Cm
Eb
June is your modern day
Cm
NWA
Eb
You know what I'm saying?
Cm
You got a group of niggas
Eb
You got
Gm
Yayo, you know what
saying, he home now
You got
Cm
Eb
Banks, he mixtape artist of the year
Gm
He killing everything out there
And you got
Buck, the wild nigga from the south
Eb
You know what I'm saying, he lyrical
Gm
Like this nigga's amazing, this nigga
Young
Buck, nigga
They say
Eb
Dm
God bless the child that can hold his own
Gm
And he who is loyal always live long
Cm
A real hood nigga gets
Eb
Gm
money and give back
So when I got money, bitch, I did just that
Eb
I put packs in the hands of the dope mans
Put
Gm
Gats in the hands of my old friends
Listen when I tell ya,
Eb
Gm
I didn't even really know gang
When I said his name,
on pop and them thangs
Yeah I got them all blue,
Eb
Gm
that's how I do
Tomorrow it's all red,
Eb
the bloods love me too
Gm
Cm
I'm true, and every nigga
Eb
Gm
around me know it
But you, only hard when
you around your boys
Eb
I knew when 50 gave
you your first watch
Gm
Broke you your first verse,
broke you your first drop
We ain't really need ya,
Cm
Eb
homie you know
I'ma see ya
Gm
Don't never bite the hand that feed ya
You bitch nigga
Cm
Eb
Man I knew you got 50
Gm
This nigga killed the whole
Eb
record label by they self
Cm
Eb
And the first time in rap history
that some shit been done like that
Gm
This nigga did it
Niggas in my hood can't
Eb
believe this shit man
They see me they be like
God,
God,
God
They wonder why I say
I keep the crystal cold
Gm
Nigga it's not a game dude
No
F's
Dm
Eb
B's, go ahead and let the war start
Gm
Do what you do best,
Eb
have a change of heart
Cm
You a man with breasts,
Eb
Gm
similar to a broad
You're disrespected to waste
when they find out who you are
Do your thug thing
Eb
Spit your 300 bars
Gm
But me and
Banks
Garage makes up 300 cars
Eb
You're not a soldier, homeboy
You come from a strip club
Gm
Your name was
Doja
I can show you the picture's blood
Cm
The game is over, nigga,
Eb
Gm
change your clothes
Look at you, you're acting
Eb
like them video hoes
Cm
And I was on the phone when
Eb
Gm
Spider -Lo called you
Your punk ass said you
ain't want no problems
Tried to dismiss
Eb
Bleak, throw lines at
Gm
Jake
Had that ass apologize the very next day
Cm
Eb
Gm
Damn right, gon' play my shit
I wonder what
Trey gon' say about this
Game over
Cm
Eb
Gm
This shit crazy
Eb
Ayo, listen to this nig ga, man
This shit be working out perfect,
you know what I'm saying?
From
Gm
Compton,
New
York to motherfuckin'
Nashville, yeah
Eb
I don't think the 50 had it,
you know what I'm saying?
Gm
Eb
That he planned it that way, to
have a nigga from the
East
In
Banks and
Yale, have a nigga from the
South
In
Gm
Bar ton, and you have a nigga from the
West
Eb
Cm
Eb
Now I done seen that tough talk an
Gm
d squirrel to violence
And that's why for so long,
Eb
I done held my silence
Cm
But I'm from
Eb
Gm
ECG unit, I bangs the gang
And it's needless to say that
I slangs them thangs
Cm
I got love for the
Eb
Gm
West and I'm ashamed to game
And not because his album
Eb
was full of famous names
See I'm everything he wishin' he was
Gm
But he's nothin' like me
Can't you tell from all that dissin' he does
It be all about publicity buzz
Eb
Gm
Cause when they meet in the club
Cm
It be all about the kisses and hugs
He threaten yuck my
Eb
Uncle
Loke
You ain't touch him one
Gm
time when you seen him
And
Joe
Buttons was only punchline
I'm here with
Gang
Eb
Bang, known for heating up gas
Gm
That's that, not on the stage, beating up rats
Gm
I don't hate him,
Cm
Eb
Gm
it's just hard to understand a nigga
Supposed to represent the riders,
but he ran from
Eb
Gm
Eb
Jitty
Gm
Eb
Cm
Gm
Eb
Cm
Eb
Gm
The shit is just a dream come true man
I never take shots at legends
Let's just tell them I don't do it
Eb
I don't do it
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