Tonalité : A minor
Verse 1
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[Styles P + (Gerald Levert):]
(From the heart)
Am
F
Am
This shit is crazy
Storch
(From the soul)
F
Thank you my nigga
(yeah, yeahhh)
I appreciate it (ooooooh, from
Am
the heart)
F
Am
Y'know I'm so much in the
street (well well well)
F
I don't get a good look all
the time (it's f'real)
Em
So thank you (it's f'real, it's
Am
f'real, yeah)
Verse 2
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""In God We Trust,""
it says it on the dollar bill
Am
So should I say hallelujah?
Matter fact, what's a dollar to ya?
Is it a paper painted green
or the root of all evil like
your father schooled you?
They wanna bill me quick,
F
niggaz wanna kill me quick
Gotta spend a buck for somethin
Am
nice at the dealership
Can't work for minimum wage nigga,
to tell the truth
F
Am
That's why I live in a cage nigga
Em
Am
Soon to be de pendin on haze nigga,
F
shit and I ain't pretendin
When a crook get a book
Am
with a happy endin
Dawg I'm in the bad
Em
mood most the time
Am
Nine milli' have you
close to dyin
F
But it's senseless, when I can let loose
and just spit a sentence
Am
of some absurd shit
F
Am
Like four cars copped off of one bird flipped
F
I know crime ain't rhyme but
I prefer this
Am
[Chorus: Gerald Levert + ad lib s] This is the real
Verse 3
Am
F
shit, givin niggaz real fits
And if you can't handle it
Am
F
Then you ain't been where I been
Am
And you ain't been where I been
Em
F
This is for real shit, givin niggaz real fits
And if you can't handle it
Am
F
Then you ain't been where I been
Am
And you ain't been where I been,
F
Am
this is for real
Em
[Styles P:] Die fo' what you be lieve
Verse 4
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in
Get high for numerous reasons,
Am
F
no confession, no {?}
Just me in a dark room and the
Am
fumes that I breathe in
Spirit leave the physical,
leave off the Earth
Then I breeze on the burst cause
F
I'm cursed with bein lyrical
Dawg I decapitate
Am
niggaz, I never was yel low
But I'm nicer than the
Em
happy- face sticker
Am
F
All I need's a beat and
Am
the mic gloved up
Your career's goin good
Em
F
'til you're bumpin into me
And I hit you with some shit that
make your life fucked up
Only thing to stop me from killin you sloppy
Am
F
Am
if God intervene or Christ jump up... what?
Em
F
Interlude 1
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Em
Am
Em
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Verse 5
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[Chorus: w ad
Am
F
Em
Am
F
Am
libs]
Verse 6
[Styles P] Shit's close to the end and
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I ain't a beginner
Think I got a little thinner,
only thing I mean is that
everybody dinner - this the house of pain
Tell everybody in there,
Am
I'ma bring it to 'em right
Money burn, guns fire,
F
led finger to a life
Change your address,
feds follow when they glue the kite
Am
F
Am
Shit is all love, same time it's real too
F
Am
F
Move OT or go and kill 'em
Am
F
Am
'fore they kill you
Verse 7
[Chorus: w ad
Am
libs]
Em
Am
[Styles P: over Chorus] This is the Ghost
Verse 8
Am
nigga,
F
Double R and D- Block
Scott Storch, whattup
Verse 9
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[Gerald Levert:]
Am
F
No no no no no NO! No no NO!
Am
F
Am
F
You ain't been where I been, no no!
G
Am
F
Am
No no no
Em
Am
Em
F
no
Am
no no no no no no...
[Styles P:]
Outro 1
Get high
Am
Em
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