Tonalité : G# minor•
Verse 1
G#m
D#
It's a story about two brothers,
Rob and Vic
G#m
Grew up in the world alone
D#
God forgot about them, hmm
Forced to fend for themselves
G#m
In the rotten apples
of New York City
D#
This story takes place,
G#m
D#
in 1993
Verse 2
G#m
How many nigs did we get so far?
I couldn't care to count
Just snatch ''em up quick
If he scream, I'ma put him out
D#
I put the heat to his face to shut him up
D#m
So I can dig him out
D#
Went in his pockets and got the cash
in some big amounts
G#m
I looked him dead cold in his eyes,
without carin'
If money speak,
that explain the voices I've been hearin'
D#
You ain't really have to kill him
Yo god he moved, but I lied
Damn, there's our sick stick-
up turned homicide
G#m
So? that's the way our momma died
Is you with me I'ma slide
Verse 3
G#m
So we slid,
had to get our game plan together
D#m
'cause this little bit of stickup loot
ain't lastin' us forever
Desperate, on the edge with no place to go
G#m
We can't go back to the hood
Verse 4
we stuck up everyone we know
G#m
D#
For the love of money,
G#m
people will rob from each other
For the love of money,
people will steal from their mother
D#
For the love of money,
people will kill their own brother
Verse 5
G#m
Now every time I hear a fuckin' siren,
my heart skip a beat
I'm paranoid,
every face I see I think he after me
D#
Supposedly we was supposed to be
gettin' work from this large cat
But since we know where he rest
G#m
at- we goin' bogart!
Son frontin so hard
Heard he had a hundred g's
alone on his gold card
D#
His crab wife showed me mad
cash in her blouse
She said he the mad stash
at the house
Couldn't pass up a
G#m
jooks like this anyday
Anyway on our way there,
I'm feelin' bad vibes
Yo kid don't say that
That's when we bumped heads
D#
With vicks that we stuck from way back,
up on atlantic
The way them niggas lookin'
god they drivin' mad frantic
G#m
Yo don't panic, trust me
What?
I jump back and bust ''em
Shots through they windshield,
they ain't wearin' shield
D#
Hit the kid behind the steering
wheel it's the way I feel
In a state to kill I want to watch him die!
Wait and chill
G#m
We got bigger fish to fry, two l's later
In a bed- stuy elevator,
got off the fifth floor
D#
Water hit the skull, ready,
kick the door!
Off the hinges
Bust shots right
G#m
Only thing I saw was a nigga four- four
His gun jammed
He tried to run and, reach for a knife
Shot him in the leg
So think about your life
D#
And tell me where the loot's at
He said, "I'll tell you just
don't shoot black!"
With the sight of fear,
G#m
dragged him down six flight of stairs
To the basement, and in someway,
he had a trap door in the pavement
Smacked him with the gun,
kicked him out the way
D#
Had to be at least 500 k
Now hear come the bitch,
talkin' bout her share of the wealth
So we put her and the hus
G#m
band out
Verse 6
And we went for self
D#
For the love of money,
people will rob from each other
G#m
For the love of money,
D#
people will steal from their mother
For the love of money,
people will kill their own brother
Verse 7
G#m
Yo, we fuckin' came off!
Word, the plan was splendid
'cept we got all this money,
and can't even spend it
D#
Shh, let's disappear
Yea yea
And be outta this place
So much dirt and shit we did
it's hard to show our face
G#m
So we bounced out of town and went
down to miami
'cause most those cats
we crabbed was like family
D#
Now me and you beefin',
nah it can't be true
D#m
It all started when all we had
D#
was just me and you
G#m
Now a whole different person is what
I'm startin' to see in you
'member when we had the new lex
D#
With the two techs, rollin'' to the duplex,
drinkin' stout
Thinkin' bout, what we gonna do next,
we used to work tight
G#m
Half- assed cars, down to dirt bikes
Hopin everything will go right,
with the snow white
D#
And in number spots that flow all night
Up to this day it was all tight
Man, fuck that!
You my little brother and
we came out the same pussy
G#m
But I'ma kill you, you dummy,
you fucked up my money!
Nah, the money fucked you! up
Tryin' to say the money changed me?
D#
What you think, I'm your brother,
you got a gun in my face see
What?!
How can one tiny mistake,
make you wanna erase me
G#m
Fuck that! you cut a side deal,
that's why they raided the block
Now how the fuck I'm 'sposed
to know the undercover was a cop
Son you been fuckin'
with them niggas!
D#
Look just put down the gun and let
this bullshit slide
Nigga I ain't puttin' down shit
I'm tellin you let's just chill man
Fuck that nigga!
G#m
It don't gotta be this way man
What nigga? it gotta be this way!
It don't gotta be like this man!
It gotta be nigga!
D#
Then go ahead and pull the trigger!
Think I won't? fuck you!
You know you ain't gon' do it!
Fuck you!
G#m
Verse 8
D#
G#m
D#
Chorus cont with don't let
G#m
D#
money change you before fade
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