Tonalité : A minor•
Verse 1
Dm
Am
Lower the music, keep the mic up
F
Turn the mic up
Am
Dm
Yeah uhh, Coca
Am
Okay, okay okay
F
E Philly I see you nigga
Am
Yeah, yeah
Verse 2
Dm
This is on my boy Georges,
Am
Tricky's is sellin boulevard
(Tricky boo) My niggaz with buck
F
fifties and bullet scars
Gangster bitches that ain't
Am
afraid to kill a broad
You witness the realest nigga
Dm
to spit this hard
Yeah! Look at my clothes
Am
Look at these diamonds,
F
look how I pose
Man, take a look at my hoes
Am
Brazilians, Sicilians,
Dm
got millions of those (AOWW!)
Yeah, who's harder than Crack?
Am
Have the awe to play martyr
then I father you back
F
Bein burst you didn't earth you
make you part of the mack
Am
Then I ask the whole block
who got a problem with that
Dm
You feel me? No joke,
Am
F
no gimmicks (gimmicks)
Cold blooded, when it's drama ain't
Am
tryin to hear it (nope)
That body fresh, you can still see the spirit
Dm
'Til my last breath,
I'm a rap 'til the death
Am
Whether with wax or sellin
cracks on my steps
F
Great with the knives,
much better with the Tecs
Am
Believe me, it's easy,
I'll leave you a mess
Dm
I'm like yeahhhhhhhh,
Am
okay, okay okay
Okay okay, okay
F
I'm like yeahhhhhhhh,
Am
okay, okay okay
Okay okay, okay
Verse 3
Dm
Yo, 300 brolic yeah
I'm sendin them niggaz
Am
Youse a hot pink skinny jean feminine nigga
F
I balls 'til I falls then I get back up
Am
And my arms like a gift the
way the shit racked up
Dm
My am bition to get it - the
Bronx still burnin
Am
And them trees stay greener than
them eyes on Erick Sermon
F
I'm swervin, observin,
fake niggaz I'm learnin
Am
Him and they gangsters,
Dm
leave your brains on the curb and
I'm servin, any nigga that want it
Am
A
Am
I'm not a role model; how
could I be? I'm blunted
F
Joe so cool wearin stunners in the night
Am
Suede in the rain,
walkin mud in my whites
Dm
Dominican bitch, you can find me in the
Am
Heights
Maserrati Ducati about a hundred bikes
F
Real shit, that's the story of my life
Am
Look at me wrong? I thought gettin money was
Interlude 1
right
Dm
Am
F
Am
Dm
Am
F
Am
Verse 4
Am
Dm
Am
Okay, hahaha
We live the lyrics man
F
We really run these streets man
Am
Pop your shit off you get too close nigga
Dm
Yeah, ain't nobody
seein the Squad
Am
The hardest niggaz
F
Realest niggaz in this whole shit man
I don't wanna hear about you
Am
niggaz did time
Them niggaz who's hard
Dm
- you faggots!
Am
I'm talkin to every rapper
Nobody lived my life nigga
F
It's Coca, Joe Crack the Don
Am
Want the crown? Come
get it nigga
Outro 1
BX WHATTUP!
Am
Dm
Am
F
Am
Dm
Am
F
Am
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