Tonalité : F minor
Verse 1
Ebm
H -A -V -O -C,
Em
on the side of me with
my nigga Prodigy
E
Gbm
Yeah, infam ous Mobb Deep, nigga
M -O -B -B, we in the fuckin' house
Gb
Gbm
Make some noise, nigga
Fm
Them all comin' through, no doubt,
kid
Ebm
Schemin' and layin'
B
with the perfect plot
We the first ones awoke
Ebm
and the last ones asleep
Gbm
And that's why we got the drop
B
Cm
Ebm
Rip shows, hit hoes
B
I'm the type of nigga
Cm
that'll have your baby for the vest
B
Ebm
Whatever you say bounces off of me
Cm
and right back to you
B
And if it get back to us,
Ebm
then we clapping you, what?
Cm
Born to be wild,
Ebm
pushed to the front of the crowd
Top of the pile, state of the art
D
rhymes a hundred miles
Cm
Ebm
I lay down on chocolate clouds
Cm
Eb
Ebm
Then pull out and let blow on any clown
Cm
Ebm
Listen to the glow go round
Cause my silence
is the most powerfulest
weapon yet found
Cm
Ebm
Hold it down, my tongue that is,
I bring the biz
Keep it tight, my mouthpiece,
suspense my clips
Db
Fuck it with me,
Dbm
Em
the scenery get highly intense
Db
Ebm
Intelligent, gun buckers, duck fucker,
Db
you get bent over
Ebm
I'm not signing out soldier,
rockin' launcher
Cm
Shake musketeer, face carpenter
Ebm
You need to downshift and slow down kid
Or get surrounded and
pounded out real quick
Db
Dbm
Ayo, check out what the storm
B
F#
Ebm
blew in
Cm
The ball comin' through,
Ebm
no doubt kids
Bbm
Ebm
Sleepin' and layin' with the perfect plot
Cm
We the first ones awoken,
Ebm
the last ones asleep
And that's why we got
to drive the drought
Cm
R .I shows, head colds
Ebm
I'm the type of nigga
that'll have your baby father vexed
Cm
Whatever you say bounces off of me
Ebm
an d right back to you
Cm
B
And if they get back to us,
Ebm
Cm
then we're clapping you, what?
Fm
Check the main attraction of this rap shit
Ebm
Db
Cm
B
The infamous slap some shit on the track
Db
Cm
And get this whole atlas wide open
Ebm
It's stuck on it,
Db
Fm
you need to hang it up like a warning
Cm
Db
Your shit pouring, rapping pouring on
Ebm
your head like it's storming
Hellfire, Vietnam,
your whole outfit get re -rounded
Cm
Yo, you bout it, bout it,
Ebm
though I doubt it, doubt it
Cm
While you girl scout it,
I'll be repping QB, drowning
Boxes of Heineken,
gin bottles with the handles
Em
Cm
Rubber handles and crack paper
Ebm
Get flipped, the stack paper,
Db
the beach flavor
Ebm
Ab
Db
Make the power more greater,
Cm
fuck y mob haters
Ebm
We got y wives on the beta,
Gm
Ebm
why you playin' with her ?
We makin' her loose and turned on,
Cm
Ebm
she love when the thug is blow in'
D
She get around when I walk around
Ebm
with the gun showin'
Em
Cm
The mob steady blowin'
with this 9A shit
Gm
Before I had my clique,
Cm
before I had my clique
Ebm
A nigga wasn't shit,
Db
Cm
y 'all niggas wasn't feelin' this shit
Ebm
Now you hearin' it,
Db
Ebm
get off my dick
Cm
Y 'all niggas sick like a virus
Ebm
B
I wish one of y 'all niggas try this
Gb
Uh -huh
Ebm
Cm
The bar comin' through
Ebm
Bb
No doubt kids schemin' and layin'
Ebm
With the perfect plot
B
Cm
B
We the first ones awoke
Ebm
and the last ones
Asleep and that's why we got to
Cm
Drive the drugs, whip shows, hit hoes
B
I'm the type of nigga that'll
Ebm
Have your baby father vex
Cm
Whatever you say bounces off of me
Gb
An d right back to you and if
B
it get back to us
Ebm
Then we'll clap and you watch
Cm
The bar got it locked down,
Ebm
Db
still heavy weights in this, the VR
New niggas was shook,
ain't it ill how we could read eyes?
Ebm
I'm stoppin' this,
it's approximate that you be coppin' this
Headlockin' shit,
bring it back where it's
Gb
supposed to be
Db
Take a dose of this,
guarantee cats'll be stuck
Gb
Cm
Check the QBC, just a cop for musts
M .O .B .B., make no mistake,
Ebm
it's us
Db
Thought it was hashish,
F#
but the shit was laced with dust
Cm
You all fucked up,
sharing the bread, no one to trust
Walkin' the streets with a bag of choke
and a stale Dutch
Cm
Rep the 44 side and hold
the title with pride
And when it's on,
use the infrared for God
Cm
Aim it at your rental,
I'm like liquor in the winter
Keep it warm but make things extra hot
Db
when you in a fuckin' faggot
Have you hoppin' like rabbits for carrots
Ebm
Cm
No need to yodel,
Ebm
Cm
the name we already established
Them all comin' through,
no doubt, kids
E
Gb
Schemin' and layin' with the perfect plot
D
Cm
We the first ones awoke
and the last ones asleep
And that's why we got the drop
Cm
Rip shows, hit hoes
F
I'm the type of nigga
Cm
that'll have your baby mama wet
Cm
Whatever you say
bounces off of me
Bbm
and right back to you
Db
And if it get back to us,
then we clapping you, what do?
Them all coming through,
no doubt, kid
E
Dbm
Scheming and laying with the perfect plot
We the first ones awoke
and the last ones asleep
And that's why we got the drop
Cm
Rip shows, hit hoes
I'm the type of nigga
that'll have your baby mama wet
Cm
Whatever you say
bounces off of me
and right back to you
And if it get back to us,
then we clapping you, what do?
Them all coming through,
no doubt, kid
Scheming and laying with the perfect plot
We the first ones awoke
and the last ones asleep
and that's why we got
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