Tonalité : C minor•
Verse 1
Cm
Say you little son of a bitch
what choo tryin' to be
Bb
Cm
When I'm big
Verse 2
Eb
I want
Bb
Eb
to be a thug
Cm
Eb
Cm
You want to be a thug huh
Eb
G
(Yeah yeah)
Cm
Eb
What choo know (About) a thug
Ab
G
huh (Yeah yeah)
Cm
You want to see the bad guy
Eb
Cm
G
Look at Ice Cube
Cm
Eb
(Yeah yeah) that's the bad guy
G
Ab
Cm
You need people like him can point cha
Eb
fingas
Cm
Huh? (Yeah yeah) the fuck you
Eb
Ab
know about this shit
G
Cm
You ready to die, OK a- why
Eb
Cm
G
Cm
Where is that, you ready
Eb
Ab
'Cause they ain't touch the bad guy,
G
Cm
OK
Eb
I'm the nigga of the century
Verse 3
G
Cm
Oh, so choo a bad guy,
c'mon prove it
C'mon, you think you bad
Eb
How bad you are
Cm
Eb
I'm the nigga of the century C'
Verse 4
Cm
mon lets see how bad you are
C'mon bad guy, see'moawnl
Verse 5
Eb
We the worsest, all purpose
Cm
You want murderers
Well you serve us,
G
Cm
hattin'motherfuckers with curb dust
You heard us,
Eb
Cm
Eb
G
don't shit make us nervous
Cm
G
Cm
Not even when these fuckin'
feds try to serve us
Mention me,
Eb
Cm
when you write it in your history
Eb
Cm
As a nigger with the key
to the mystery
Eb
Grand motta ain word don't
G
mean shit to me
Cm
G
Who gives a fuck what they think,
Cm
and what they see
Eb
Live how I got to live
Give what I got to give
Cm
Teach my kids positive,
as well as the negative
Eb
Hope to raise better kids
G
Cm
The world needs a sedative,
G
Cm
pray to god that we let him live
Verse 6
[Chorus:] 'Cause you bad guy,
Eb
I'm the nigga of the century
Cm
The diamond scruff,
Eb
Ab
G
all you niggas better mention me
Cm
Eb
Cm
Me that's who, it ain't no mystery
G
Cm
Eb
Goin' down in history,
G
Eb
Ab
Cm
niggas better mention me
Verse 7
Eb
You better mention me,
I'm the nigga of the century
G
Cm
Ok a- why,
Eb
Ab
G
all you niggas better mention me
Cm
Me that's who,
Eb
Cm
Eb
G
it ain't no mys tery
Cm
Eb
Goin' down in history,
Ab
niggas better mention me
Cm
A nigga told me to
Verse 8
Eb
keep hope alive
G
Cm
Survive, and 95 I'll get you paradise
Eb
Cm
So I tried, nigga had to swallow his pride
G
Cm
But look into my eyes,
I'm too wise to cook fries
Eb
Twelfth grade graduation,
G
summer vacation
Eb
Mama said get the facin' on
Cm
them applications
Eb
Didn't know back then,
Cm
G
I was too young
Cm
G
Cm
Public school made me
dumb as a motherfucker
Eb
What should I do in my life
Reverend price,
Cm
Eb
do you got some advice
Cm
Before I roll the dice
Eb
Cm
A nigga don't want to shoot craps,
Eb
G
'cause it ain't all fun and games
Cm
Eb
When you tryin' to get
Cm
that money mang
Eb
Gangbang, maintain or slang cane
T.V. got a nigga where
Cm
he can't use his brain
Eb
What the fuck you talkin' bout,
Cm
choose or loose
G
Cm
Eb
Cm
Eb
Bitch I don't know the motherfuckin'
Cm
Eb
Ab
G
Cm
Eb
Cm
Eb
Ab
Cm
Eb
Cm
G
Cm
Eb
Ab
G
Cm
Eb
Cm
Eb
G
Cm
Eb
Ab
Cm
Eb
rules (For real)
[Chorus]
Verse 9
G
Who am I when it's do or die
You can see a man's soul through
Cm
the human eye
Eb
Can't spend all your lifetime
G
gettin' high
Cm
Eb
'Cause you and I got to do,
Cm
for you and I
Eb
Actin' wild as a juvenile
G
Cm
Now my whole life depends
on the outcome of a trial
Eb
Cm
Wait- pow; these people
G
ain't playin' now
Cm
Got to bring 85 percent of the time now
Eb
Cm
Fuck that, rather roll with the ruff pack
G
Cm
In the jet black, listenin' to ruff rap
See it's quite simple,
Eb
Cm
Eb
G
you bitches ass niggas don't know
Cm
What I've been through,
the weather's presidential
Eb
The warfare's mental,
G
Cm
Eb
Cm
I sell my soul to the lord
For the perfect instrumental
Eb
And the number two pencil
G
Cm
And all the hustle found in chromosomes
Interlude 1
of my kinfolk
Cm
Eb
Cm
Eb
Ab
G
Cm
Eb
Cm
Eb
[Chorus] Yeah, OK,
Verse 10
G
Cm
Eb
Ab
Cm
Eb
G
Cm
Eb
Ab
G
Cm
Eb
OK, ok,
Cm
Eb
OK,
Ab
Cm
Eb
G
Cm
call loko take it easy mang, choo got it
Eb
Ab
Choo leave it the fuckin'
G
Cm
illest nigga to fuckin' shit you
Eb
Cm
Dess no problem withs that,
G
gawn'na fuck dat
Cm
Eb
Ab
Cm
June have a fuckin' heart attack
Eb
Cm
G
Cm
It's over, everybody knows now
Eb
Ab
G
It's no fuckin' secret
Cm
Eb
Choo know dis motherfucker,
Cm
OK a- why
Cm
Eb
Cm
G
Ab
It's over, that's it,
Cm
Eb
die
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Verse 11
I got that bomb, bomb, tit- tit...
Tity- tit, tity- tity,
tity, bomb, bomb, bomb...
When I hit you, uhh, uhh, uhh...
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AccordsCm Bb Eb G Ab
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