Tonalité : G# minor•
Verse 1
G#m
C#m
I be comin'
up wit da Glock toy
You can stop boy
You ain't heard I'm off tha block boy
D#m
B
Chipp- pedy chop boy
G#m
Off in ya cut is where I'm layin'
Ready fo' sprayin'
Soon as I see yo face and hand
I ain't wit dat playin'
C#m
My daddy showed me how
to play it in a situation
My daddy tol' me I ain't
G#m
C#m
shit wit outta occupation
B
G#m
So I played the game
Bust yo head if you said my name
I had some of deez niggas
scared I came
C#m
I kno' some niggas out tha 'Nolia that'll
G#m
ride fo' me
C#m
I kno' some niggas hollin' soldier
G#m
that a die fo' me
T.C., L.T., Magnolia and six
Oh you want some of dat fire dope
B
C#m
you can score in da bricks
You disrespectin' my mind
cuz you keep comin' short
I might hitcha wit dat iron
D#m
cuz you need ta be taught
B
G#m
You keep showing yo teeth cuz you
thank its a joke
You mus thank deez bullets ain't real
and you ain't gon' git smoke
Verse 2
C#m
Now if ya at dat second line
and dem boyz gotta gun
B
You betta run for it, run for it, run
G#m
And if ya too deep in some beef
and dem boyz bout ta come
You betta run for it, run for it, run
C#m
If ya ain't gotta strap but cho
enemy got one
B
You betta run for it, run for it, run
G#m
And if you git into it wit a Cash
Money Brotha
C#m
You betta run for it, run for it, run
B
I be in all
Verse 3
C#m
black sometimes
Sometimes I be jumpin'
out trees in camouflage
B
Me and Juvenile got two
G#m
Ks we bout to ride
Dem boyz playin' wit da
U.P.T. well dey gots to die
Man its that deep
C#m
It's a tragedy
That you can test me
Heard I run in houses don't
put it past me
G#m
Hell look boy you betta tell deez niggas
Fo' I mask up and try ta kill deez niggas
C#m
You don't want my stress trouble
I be back in two hummers and five
lex- bubbles (what!)
G#m
My big brother Juvie
Tol' me not to eva letta
nigga screw me
B
C#m
Tol' me if I eva did he would do me
Gave me two guns and sent me round
dey shootin'
B
And then they start runnin'
G#m
Hardest niggas on tha block
started actin like a woman
D#m
G#m
Tha four foot stranger
B
G#m
in ya area bustin'
C#m
G#m
Load it up and slide it in
C#m
Cock it back pop it out we ridin'
G#m
Look, look I'll run in a busta spot
I'll sit on a busta porch
I'll sleep on a busta block
C#m
Apply five and then let go
Bang lil cowards keep playin', get hurt
Motha- flirk see I'ont' curse
But'll wet up yo shirt
B
C#m
G#m
Look all my enemy's see me comin'
All my enemy's
B
peeeeeuuungghhh be runnin'
Verse 4
C#m
Now if ya at dat second line
and dem boyz gotta gun
You betta run for it, run for it, run
G#m
And if ya too deep in some beef
and dem boyz bout ta come
You betta run for it, run for it, run
C#m
If ya ain't gotta strap but cho
enemy got one
You betta run for it, run for it, run
G#m
And if you git into it wit a Cash
Money Brotha
You betta run for it, run for it, run
Verse 5
C#m
You thank I'm playin'a somthin' lil
G#m
C#m
whodie I ain't trippin'
Tha beef started last week and dem niggas
G#m
B
still be hittin'
G#m
Two children got killed and a ol'
lady got hit
Look I'm bout ta git tha fuck cause I
ain' got no time fo' dis shit
C#m
Now you can be comin' through
And runnin to a gun if you feel
That they ain't gon' do you
D#m
B
shit cause ya real
G#m
I'ont' wanna be witcha when
its hapnin' either
I probably be some where ducked off
takin' a nap wit my people
I'd rather see it on TV than
see it in person
Having my fucking' head hurtin'
When dem thirties be burstin'
Bet if yo beef see ya he ain't gon'
wait fo' ya dog
Our all gon' try to rearrange
ya face fo' ya dog
C#m
Second line and round dem clubs
G#m
ain't no place fo ya dog
C#m
Dem same niggas you come
up wit playa- hatin' ya dog
G#m
I see em comin' wit choppers
and I know they gon' bust
Lil Wayne hol' up
We kitin' out sho' nuff'
Verse 6
C#m
Now if ya at dat second line
and dem boyz gotta gun
G#m
B
You betta run for it, run for it, run
G#m
And if ya too deep in some beef
and dem boyz bout ta come
You betta run for it, run for it, run
C#m
If ya ain't gotta strap but cho
enemy got one
B
You betta run for it, run for it, run
G#m
And if you git into it wit a Cash
Money Brotha
You betta run for it, run for it, run
Verse 7
C#m
Now if ya at dat second line
and dem boyz gotta gun
You betta run for it, run for it, run
G#m
And if ya too deep in some beef
and dem boyz bout ta come
You betta run for it, run for it, run
C#m
If ya ain't gotta strap but
cho enemy got one
You betta run for it, run for it, run
G#m
And if you git into it
wit a Cash Money Brotha
C#m
You betta run for it, run for it, run
Verse 8
C#m
Run for it Ya betta
G#m
run for it, run for it
Ya betta run for it, run for it
C#m
G#m
Go git cha gun
D#
C#m
for it
Verse 9
C#m
Ya betta run for it, run for it, run Run for
it, run for it, run, run for it
G#m
Run for it, run, run for it, run for it, run
C#m
Get cha gun for it , gun for it, gun
Outro 1
Get cha gun for it gun for it
G#m
C#m
G#m
C#m
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