Tonalité : B minor
Verse 1
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Check this out,
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the game's out of control,
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there's something that amazes me,
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I don't hear no heat
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All these execs got the
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whole thing twisted,
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you need a fudge,
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you better have some beef
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Looking for new love,
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I need me a new thing,
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something that'll give
me a little bit of change
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Somethin' that'll give
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Dm
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me that feelin'
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Back when I used to cut
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class and nut fast
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Got a little bit and got
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used to havin' cash
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The world is fucked up,
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this ain't no real recession
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Deeper than the budget,
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it's a state of depression
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Some days you wanna
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be a missing person
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Get low, get lost, try to stop hurtin'
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But you addicted to
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the gossip and street life
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In the club nights,
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lookin' for a get right
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Blind to the facts, jackass like Steve -O
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Only know what you hear on your stereo
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But, they're controlled by your PD
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An d, they're hypnotized by the TV
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What happened to the
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DJ breaking songs?
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Somewhere along the line
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the industry went wrong
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Nah, I ain't preaching to the choir
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I'm an artist just tired of being quiet
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Games out of control,
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there's nothing that amends me
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I don't hear no heat
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All these execs got the
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whole thing twisted
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You need a fudge,
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you better have some beef
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Lookin' for new love,
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I need me a new thing
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Somethin' that'll give me a little
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bit of change
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Somethin' that'll give
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Dm
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me that feelin'
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Remember when Slick Rick
told us the moment he fit
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Know everybody tough,
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ain't nobody scared
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And Melly Mel tried to
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give us the message
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It went over our head,
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ain't nobody catch it
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Kane said he'd go to work
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and get the job done
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Rich black man, public enemy number one
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LL Rock, Bells, and Big Chains
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I guess that's why the ladies love
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Kool James G -Rap told
us how real it can be
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And the industry is uglier than Biz Markie Run DMC,
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show the style of dreams
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And Rakim gave us God Degrees
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Now, fast forward to Pac and Big
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I ain't even gotta tell you
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all the things they did
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And I know it's a few
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names that I left out
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Maybe Via Drunk can tell you who I'm talkin'
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bout James out of control,
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it's somethin' that amazes me
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I don't hear no heat
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All these execs got the
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whole thing twisted
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You need a fudge,
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you better have some beef
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Looking for new love
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I need me a new thing
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Something that'll give me a little
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bit of change
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Something that'll give
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Dm
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me that feeling
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I'm looking for it
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Wasn't even gonna speak on this topic
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The chat line thugs need to stop it
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I know the internet is a market
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But y 'all make the art form a big target
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Worldstar Vlive, YouTube, MySpace,
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Facebook, Twitter too
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I mean don't get me wrong,
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They all great promotion
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and tools to be on
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They sorta like the new wave hustle
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An d all them friends need more muscle
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You want 16 hard or 16 bars?
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Send that Fetty and you'll
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have it tomorrow
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Send them stacks
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Western Union or MoneyGram
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Don't play with the Wyatt fam
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An d I send the product right back to you
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How you want it in your
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Gmail or Yahoo?
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Game's out of control,
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there's nothing that amends me
Am
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I don't hear no heat
G
Am
All these execs got the
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whole thing twisted
G
Am
You need a fudge,
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G
you better have some beef
Am
Looking for new love
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I need me a new thing
Am
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Something that'll give me a little
bit of change
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Something that'll give
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Dm
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me that feeling
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I'm looking for it, yeah
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I mean, don't get it twisted,
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you know what mean?
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Like I said, it's a topic
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But I had to speak on an
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address real quick
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Because you know it's a generation gap
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And it's hurting a lot
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of niggas out there
And I guess it's true,
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know what mean?
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Don't get it twisted,
I'm not coming at y 'all
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Like the mad rapper,
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I'm not preaching to the choir
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I'm not kicking no signs
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I'm telling you for a hood nigga like me
Dm
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Perspective, it is what it is
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You
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