Respect Rude accords par
Facemob
Facemob

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Tonalité : D major
Intro 1
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As I'm
Verse 1
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rollin',
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holdin' it down, my game tight
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Mobbin', will I stay free or cheatin',
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leviatin' weight to sleep
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So now, as I ride, fool, digga the flow
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Niggas hatin' but I'm deep, so
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let me creep some more
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Face mob gettin' in,
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I'm ready to dump both tricks
Gm
Straighten all those that's turnin'
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to that old shite shit
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Gm
Stayin' true, that way I know ex
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actly where I'm gonna be
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You wanna be, say shit,
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but haters on the dick
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If I was you,
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I would sustain a distance from those
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It's untouchable, touch all hoes,
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leave em for froze
Gm
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It's bout to be a kick -dope trip
Gm
Don't ask me why I'm runnin'
up in them quick
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With my mind on hittin' the lip
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Progressin' so I'm done with
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what I'm faced with
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Listen, player haters on the loose
Got
Juicin'
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Flippin' politicians certified, bitch
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A player for sure
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When it came to points, nigga,
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I gained the most
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Who's to blame when
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your game is sharp?
Gm
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Don't ever stop till you reach the top
Drop
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Never me, I paid at tention close
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And when it came to points,
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nigga, I gained the most
Gm
Who's to blame when
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your game is sharp?
Gm
Fm
Don't ever stop till you reach the top
Drop
Gm
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Never me, I paid at tention close,
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and when it came to points, nigga, I gained the most.
And
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Blood
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Clawed, with the game that be shot,
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respect rule, with 4 -5 ready to pop.
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Blood
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Clawed, with the game that be shot,
Gm
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respect rule, with 4 -5 ready to pop.
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I bring it on from the
North,
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Freeja and
P .L.
At
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St.
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Paul, nigga, where it's cold as hell.
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Who's be hittin' up they city
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like the snowflakes fall?
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Y 'all just don't know when
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it's cold and beyond.
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Take for instance on the south side,
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they ride by
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With their itchies hankin' out the window,
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mean muggin' all sides
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Yes, y 'all take a trip
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through the bar
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Where the game is the slang
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and the slang is the bar
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Gots to keep in mind, homie,
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from the north side
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Ride up on
Broadway, that's where
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they parlay all day
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But still I face mob hittin' the mind
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Lettin' em know, ain't that nigga,
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that's the fuck with mine
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Fm
Give me room if you're not part of my crew,
what's up?
Gm
Come, nigga,
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make me do this if you choose, I must
Gm
Bring it down, all the way down,
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I'm fluid like water
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Catchin' up with niggas,
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burn they ass like lava
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I'm on some shit to get you outta here
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Pull this thing and turn your goddamn
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brains into your outer ear
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Don't make me runnin'
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after check fools
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Cause I'm down to put this strap on your ass,
nigga, respect rules
Gm
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Who's to blame if your game is shot?
Ha!
Gm
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Don't ever talk till you reach the top
Drop!
Gm
Fm
Never me, I paid at tention close
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Gm
And when it came to points,
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nigga, I gained the most
Gm
Who's to blame when
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your game is sharp?
Gm
Fm
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Don't ever stop till you reach the top
Gm
Fm
Never me, I paid attention close
Gm
And when it came to points,
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Fm
nigga, I gained the most
Gm
Them blood clots,
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with a game that be shot
Gm
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Respect rule, with .45 ready to pop
Gm
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Blood clots, with a game that be shot
Gm
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Respect rule, with .45 ready
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Now who's to get this shit on?
Cause like
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Guam you've been spit on
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Niggas gonna get theirs as
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soon as I get my head on
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Keep the lid on tight,
Fm
cause I'm cookin' shit up fast
Gm
Fm
He don't know that as a lad's a bitch
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Gm
with skills to leave you in the past
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And blast on you hoes,
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tryna knock me off my tippy toes
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But y 'all know how it goes
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and I suppose you with it
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Cause if you would, you must be frontin',
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so many think they know this game
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Gm
But they don't know nothin' about verse,
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you know the rules
That you make a name,
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ain't fuckin' with no bling
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Gm
Or fuckin' with that shit main,
y fuck whatever
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But keep it together just like glue
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Fm
Cause it's them hoes that come apart
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that don't know what to do
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In the view, they think they got a shot
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Couldn't match it with a hook
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I'm banking hit s,
so take another look
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You're shook, just like a fiend
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And you can't see me on the
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DL, they know me well
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Cause it's that three,
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all of em, in your eardrum
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Do you feel one like this one?
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Gotta get one, never miss one
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So bitch, take this one to your grave
And
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I'ma let you call
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Cause when it comes to this game
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They let me ball it, nah, tell me
Gm
Who's to blame when
Fm
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your game is shot?
Gm
Fm
Don't ever start till you reach the top
Gm
Fm
Never me, I paid at tention close
Gm
And when it came to points,
Fm
nigga, I gained the most
Gm
Who's to blame when
Fm
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your game is shot?
Gm
Fm
Don't ever stop till you reach the top
Gm
Fm
Never me, I paid at tention close
Gm
And when it came to points,
Fm
nigga, I gained the most
Gm
Them blood clots
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With the game that be shot
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Respect, rule, with 4 -5,
ready to pop
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Blood clots
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With the game that be shot
Gm
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Respect, rule, with 4 -5,
ready to pop
Gm
With them good glocks,
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with the game that we shot,
Respect
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Wu, with 4 -5, look
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With them good glocks,
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with the game that we shot,
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Respect
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Wu, with 4 -5,
Outro 1
look at it pop
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