Tonalité : Bb minor
Verse 1
Am
Em
G
Listen up gangstas and honeys
Am
with ya hair done
Pull up a chair hon' and
put it in the air son
Em
G
Dog, whatever they call you,
C
Am
god, just listen
I spit a story backwards,
it starts at the ending
Verse 2
Am
G
The bullet goes back in the gun
Am
The bullet hole's closing
this chest of a nigga
Now he back to square one
Em
G
Screaming, "Shoot don't please"
Bm
Am
I put my fifth back on my hip
It's like a VCR rewinding a hit
G
He put his hands back on his bitch
Am
My caravan doors open up
I jumped back in the van
and closed it shut
Em
Am
G
Going reverse, slowly prepared
C
Am
My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like,
"Go he there"
G
Sitting in back of this chair,
Am
we hitting the roach
The smoke goes back in the blunt,
the blunt gets bigger in growth
Em
Am
G
Jungle unrolls it,
Am
put his weed back in the jar
The blunt turns back into a cigar
Em
Am
We listen to Stevie,
G
Am
it sounded like heavy metal fans
Spinnin records backwards of AC DC
G
I give my niggas dap,
Am
jump out the van back first
Back upstairs,
Em
took off the black shirt
Am
G
I'm in the crib with the
Am
phone to my ear
Listen up so y'all can figure
out the poem real clear
G
The voice on the phone was like,
Am
"Outside right we"
So with my mouth wide,
holding my heat
G
Bullets I had plenty to squeeze,
Am
plenty for ya
'Cause Jungle said,
Em
"Block your on enemies the"
Hung up the phone,
G
Am
then the phone rang
I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout
this pretty young thing
Em
Am
G
Who left, she came back,
Am
her clothes just fell to the rug
She fell to my bed and gave me a hug
Em
I told her, "No hell"
G
Am
She talking 'bout, "Me kiss"
Bobbed her head then spit the
nut back in my dick
G
Started sucking with no hands,
Am
a whole lotta spit
Then got up and put her
bra back on her tits
Em
G
Got fully dressed and told me,
Am
"Stressed really I'm"
Picked up her Gucci bag and
left her nigga behind
Em
Am
Walking through the door,
G
Am
she rang the bell twice
I vomited Vodka back in my
Em
glass with juice and ice
G
The clock went back from three,
Am
to two, to one
And that's about the time
G
the story begun
Em
G
That's when I first heard the
Am
voice mail on the cell
It said, "Son we found that
Em
nigga we gotta kill"
G
Hey yo son, hey yo son,
Verse 3
you hear me,
Am
you hear me?
Em
Listen man, this dude right on the block,
G
B
right now, man
Am
B
Am
I found him, right now,
I see him right now!
G
Am
Em
Let's kill him)
G
"Yo, this Nas,
Verse 4
Am
leave it. Peace"
Outro 1
Em
G
Am
Em
G
Am
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