Tonalité : E major
Verse 1
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I ain't just an artist,
Ebm
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I put foes under
Ebm
When I hit the target, I unload thunder
C
Ebm
That a turnin' on gunner
or a stone -cold fronter
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Into the roadrunner
He outta here, shots and tears,
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body wear
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Skatin' off like he gresky
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in some hockey gear
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Bumpin' your gums to
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pumpin' your tongue
I bump in the sun,
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he'll jump out his ones
Listen, fuck where you from
Cm
or what you be come
Ebm
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A chump or a bum,
either way I'm jumpin' in funds
Ebm
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It ain't a damn thing,
Ebm
you gettin' hand chained
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I could raise more money
Ebm
than a campaign
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Watch a man rain,
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cause it ain't a damn game
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I'm buying champagne, nigga,
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it's a damn shame
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Hats rappin' bout squeezin' clips,
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squeezin' gats
And when it lead to that
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His feet are leadin' traps,
Ebm
keep me out your measly raps
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I stomp you out with knikes,
Ebm
that's what I call a sneak attack
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Get your sneakers taxed,
Cm
Ebm
couple of your people slapped
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Where you wanna meet me at?
Cm
Ebm
I ain't with the meet and chat
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You gon' need your straps,
same for your buddy
Ebm
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Since you came with your buddy,
Ebm
you gon' label them cussy
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I put loonies on your roof,
ain't got goonies
Ebm
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that'll shoot you for Canadian money
Ebm
You better...
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Ebm
I ain't just an artist, I put foes under
C
When I hit the target,
Ebm
I unload thunder
C
That'll turn a known gunner
Ebm
or a stone -cold fronter
C
into the roadrunner
He outta here, shots and tears,
Ebm
body wear
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Skatin' off like he gresky in
Ebm
some hockey gear
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Bumpin' your guns,
the punk on your tongue
Ebm
Now bumpin' his son,
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he'll jump out his wounds
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Listen, I stay round there
Ebm
with Trey Pym's man
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Ebm
A clown there, he gon' see A -Round flair
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He gon' stay there, I'm the nigga,
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you gon' lay down stairs
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When you play like a do -rag
Ebm
and lay down here
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Shake down where?
Fm
Ebm
The NervaLion, word to Sire
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I'll lay you in some dirt
Ebm
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like some fertilizer
I'm a work supplier,
Ebm
dealin' with some strong crack
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Once you see the combat
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That's how they on track
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Runnin' to his mom's shack
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Pullin' signs of condacts,
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put it on his bald cap
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But it fall back, playin' with me homes
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On his block, I look like
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I got NATO on the phone
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Lay it on your dome for playin' sick
Ebm
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Jay Slick, if you don't
believe in the God
Ebm
Ebm
Then you's a atheist
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Got these haters sick,
Ebm
what they even rappin' for?
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I laugh at them and pass them off
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