Tonalité : A minor•
Verse 1
Am
Em
Ha ha ha! I told niggas
not to shoot dice with me
G
Am
Em
Look at this stack, I got money, I got money!
Ha ha ha
G
Aw nigga don't
Verse 2
Am
trip,
I'll kill you if you fuck with my grip
Em
I won't hesitate to let off a clip
G
Am
Aw nigga don't trip,
you gon' make me get on some shit
Em
Run up on you quick, wet up your whip
Am
Aw nigga don't trip,
you gon' get your monkey-ass hit
C
hit
Em
Runnin your lip,
tryin to fuck with my clique
G
Am
Aw nigga don't trip,
C
in case you didn't know who this is
Em
It's 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit
G
Aw Aw nigga don't trip
Verse 3
Am
I come through your hood,
Em
stunting in my yellow Lam'
Murcielago, top down, nigga damn
G
Am
I'm the biggest crook from New
York since Son of Sam
Em
Cruising, bumping Buck's shit,
Ruger in my hand
Am
Thinking the East ain't enough,
it's time to expand
C
Em
I plan to head out West
and plant my feet down
Am
A nigga big as King Kong in the street now
C
Em
I do a little house shopping,
and buy me a crib
Am
It's palm trees and pretty
bitches out in Cali kid
C
Em
I touch the Hollywood paper,
G
go and shoot me some flicks
Am
Have some supermodel bitches come
C
and suck on some dick
Em
Mama'd turn in her grave
G
if I married a white chick
Am
But Becky'll suck the chrome
off a Chevy and shit
C
Em
Niggas be wearing fake shines,
I'm rocking a lil' charm
Am
30 carats on the pinky,
kiss the ring on the Don
Em
Crack open that Cali bud,
G
stuff the weed in the palm
Verse 4
Am
Nigga you hustle,
Em
but me I'll hustle harder
G
Am
I got what you need, them trees,
Em
that hard, that powder
Am
My niggas move G-packs, every
Em
every hour on the hour
Am
They shoot when I say shoot,
Em
so I'm in a position of power
You fuck around if you wanna
Verse 5
Am
Where I'm from you learn
to blend in or get touched
C
Em
I don't need niggas for support,
I don't walk with a crutch
G
Am
Niggas know my steez, they
don't fuck with me son
Em
You got a appetite for hollow-tips,
I I feed you my gun
Am
This is that Ferrari F-50 shit,
it's real laid back
Em
Type shit you recline to in the Maybachs
Am
I got two shooters now on
the run from the fuzz
Em
You get the same shit for ten
G
bodies you get from one cuz
Am
I live life in the fast lane,
hundred miles an hour
Em
Chrome and some wood grain
G
Am
You know a nigga still really
tryin to move 'caine
Em
Make a little extra money on the side mayne,
I ain't playing
Am
I'm up early with the birds,
word, putting that work in
Em
Pirellis on the Porsche chirping,
I'm making moves
Am
I got a hundred mil from music,
a hundred grand from crack
Em
I'm goin' to see my jeweler
so I can blow a stack
Verse 6
Am
Nigga you hustle,
Em
but me I'll hustle harder
G
Am
I got what you need, them trees,
Em
that hard, that powder
Am
My niggas move G-packs, every
Em
every hour on the hour
Am
They shoot when I say shoot,
Em
so I'm in a position of power
Outro 1
You fuck around if you wanna
Am
Em
G
Am
Em
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Em
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Em
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