Tonalité : D minor•
Verse 1
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Yo, boy, they like it right here.
It's been through it all, man.
Blood, sweat, and tears.
Niggas is dead and shit.
What the fuck else could happen, yo?
I don't think much more, son.
Dm
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Bb
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Bb
Mother, yo.
Dm
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Dm
I put my lifetime in between
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the paper's lines
Dm
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I'm the quiet storm nigga who fight rhyme
P, yeah you heard of him,
but I ain't concerned with them
Nigga, I pop more guns than
you holding them
Make my route while the sun's out
Dm
and scold your men
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Dm
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On low ten, in broad daylight, get right
Fuck your life, hop on my 98 dirt bike
You try to stop moms from growin',
I make your blood stop flowin'
Dm
Take affirmative action,
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to any ass if he askin'
Dm
Now here come the Mac -10,
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you's a dick blower
Tryna speak the dun language,
what the drillie with that though?
Dm
It ain't bangin',
you hooked on Marlfonics
Infamous bonnocks,
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Dm
lyin' to the pop dog like you got it
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You ain't no island out for
the knife -fist thrower
Rusty Shank, hol' up, we lit as shit
Cause it's the real shit,
Dm
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shit to make him feel shit
Dm
Lump him in the club shit,
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Dm
have you out of nowhere
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Drugs in your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a n***a OD cause
it's never enough
It's the real shit,
shit that make em feel shit
Dm
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Lump em in the club shit,
have you wildin' out when
you bump this
Drugs in your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a n***a OD cause
it's never enough
Dm
Yo the P -Rock, 40 inch cables,
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Dm
drinkin' white label
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My chain hang down to my dick,
my piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame,
Duke
A n***a like me hold text,
are you the same too?
Dm
going through the emotions,
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Dm
a gun holding,
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Dm
long shot guns down my pants leg limping,
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killer but you still living,
even my pops too
he taught me how to shoot when I was seven,
Dm
I used to bust shots crazy,
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Dm
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I couldn't even look because the loud
Dm
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sound used to scare me,
Dm
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I love my pops for that,
I love my niggity black,
I take the life of anybody
trying to change what's left,
Dm
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and through all of that a nigga
Dm
ain't scared to death,
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all y 'all brand new niggas
just scared to death,
I spent too many nights
sniffing coke getting right, wasting my
Now I'm trying to make things right
Dm
Grand, open some gates,
invest in the rag business
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Do things for the kids,
build a jungle gym behind the crib
So they can enjoy youth,
Dm
CBRs and VCRs
ATVs and big screen TVs
Nigga please,
don't make me have to risk my freedom
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We worked our whole life for this,
you get your shit beaten
For real
Dm
Cause it's the real shit,
shit to make em feel shit
Lump em in the club shit
Have you out the nap when
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you bump this
Drugs in your ear, drum the wrong cut
Have a nigga O .D. cause
it's never enough
Dm
It go 1, 2, 3 to the 4th
That nigga P -Double got
that shit for y 'alls
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People's the rock to stirring up pots of brew
In Hell's Kitchen, I chef the impossible
Dm
To serve hot plates
all across the unified states
Sit down and sup with the top rap reps
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We the streets that's watching
boy move diligent
You better walk like the nigga
Dm
on the tightrope do
Infamous, 1st Infantry,
1st Division, 4th Mission
First assignment,
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give them that shit they've been missing
My new addition's way bitchin',
those that listen
Get addicted to my diction,
Dm
fuck rhymes, I write prescriptions
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For your disease, generic raps
Dm
just not potent like peas
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1 ,100 cc's on the throttle, I peel off
Chest naked on katanas,
spaghetti head mob niggas
It's full bread, fully blown, melanin tone
I rock skeleton and bone shirts and verses
But thirst for worse beats
So I can put more product
out on the street
Dm
Get respect and love all across the board
We been adored
For keeping it raw
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Nothing less or more
I score every time for sure
While the rest of y 'all niggas,
just now
Dm
It's the real shit,
shit that make em feel shit
Lump em in the club shit
Have you out the now
when you bump this
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Drug to your ear, drunk the raw and cut
Have a nigga OD cuz its never enough
It's the real shit,
Dm
shit that make em feel shit
Lump em in the club shit
Have you out the now
when you bump this
A
Drug to your ear, drunk the raw and cut
Dm
Have a nigga OD cuz its never enough
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HIP HOP
Dm
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