Tonalité : G minor
Verse 1
Em
Am
Em
Lord, have mercy on
C
D
Am
my deeds
Em
Am
Em
C
Am
Lord, have mercy on me
D
Em
It's the first, let's roll
Bm
Em
C
Melo need to lick, pimping game so slick
Am
Em
Dope fiends that I trick, check it out
Bm
Em
And turn the block and see what I see
C
I'd rather flip keys
Am
than them burgers at Mickey D
Em
Everyday wakin' up,
Bm
Em
wishin' I was dead
C
Am
From the crater to the grave
with a slug in my ear
Em
Now I'm stuck between a
Bm
Em
rock and a hard place
C
Will I be a dope fiend
Am
or will I catch a dope case?
Em
Hey, I know a creep in me
when I'm on the block
C
Don't need no white Jesus,
Am
Em
need a automatic Glock, that's right
Bm
Em
Them killers be killin' that wheel
C
Am
Two to the grill, gone bad, a drug dealer
Em
Bm
Am
Rest in peace to my G's, they got smoke
Boo we slangin' dope
cause we can't stand bein' broke
Em
Bm
Busters gon' sang
Em
from the cell block they hang
C
Am
Forget what you heard,
ain't no love in that dope game
Em
Snitches goin' deaf
from the question that you askin'
C
And if they talk
Click -bang a closed casket
Em
Creepin' folk deep in blue
Bm
Am
dickies on a sack
C
Am
Smokin' on a sack,
see my people doin' bad
Em
cause it's slow
Am
Em
Lord, have mercy on
Bm
Am
my jeans
Em
Bm
Em
C
Am
Lord, have mercy
Em
Bm
Em
Am
on me
Em
Your boy at the flat doin'
Am
bad cause it's slow
Em
Voices in my head,
C
maybe it's that endo, I don't know
Tellin' me to get my roll on,
D
even tricks like Envo gotta hold on
Em
So I hitched Pocahontas
on my way to Tudor
Hi, little boy
First, I hit the juice door
C
Am
Drops 4 .50 for a pack of Ziplocs
They hurt you pretty bad
D
on them sacks for them rocks
Em
Picks up my stats,
Bm
Em
rollin' five slugs deep
C
Flipped my double up till I
Am
made my first G
Em
Hella cool, like Ice Cube,
Bm
Am
it's a good day
C
Till them Jackals caught me slippin' out
Am
West at Circle K
Em
Gave up my snaps to them
Bm
fools in bandanas
Em
C
Am
Wanna be Mark's fake Tony Montana
Em
Bm
I have to take a loss,
Am
ain't gon' be no problem solving
C
Am
As long as it's dope,
on the street them fiends be robbin'
Em
I'm stayin' on them cluckers,
Am
I ain't givin' up no credit
Em
Them fools gon' forget,
they'll break you out when they get it
C
I'm rollin' out my back door,
tryin' to fade the cops
D
Peelin' in my bucket,
bendin' blocks with them rocks
Em
Bm
Em
cause it's slow
Am
Em
Lord, have mercy on
Bm
Am
my jeans
Em
C
Am
Em
Bm
Em
Am
Lord, have mercy on me
Em
Stick I'm up, gun I'm up,
hands in the air
Put your nose between
the crack at my dome
C
What's a gap? Nine o 'clock,
get your head on what you see
D
I see my G .O .D.
placing his hands up on Melo T
Em
Savin' me,
raisin' me from the dead zone
Life could've been gone,
black suit and a funeral home
C
Blood on my brain
G
C
when I'm workin' them streets
Am
Smoke one full,
D
I know you got them swizzle sweets
Em
Ain't no doubt Mississippi
burnin' like left eye
C
Am
We gets high, a mask and do a drive -by
Em
Ain't no haps,
Bm
Am
we bust caps on a sucker set
Dre screamin' truce and took
a deuce -deuce to the neck
Em
Get the yellow tape,
Bm
Am
another block on my side
C
Like Cooley, huh?
It's so hard to say goodbye.
Em
Bm
That's why I do what I got to
Am
C
Am
to make it as fast as I make a
Couple of snaps then they take it
Em
slap me in the joint
just to keep me off them streets
My lawyer's spitting game
telling me how it's gonna be.
C
Give me three G's
D
take a plea your time a shrink
Am
D
You drop them three G's
faster than you can think
Em
can't nobody save you not mama
Am
Em
Am
Not daddy don't fail to take your goal
Em
and then pimped out caddy
C
Your crib, your dope,
and everything you own
Am
For a minute you was living like ozone
Bm
Em
Now you in the lockup
Bm
getting straight bent over
Em
C
For a fat herringbone
Am
and a few boulders
Em
Now you're writing letters
Bm
to the people you forgot
Em
C
Swearing that you love them
to the day that you die
Em
Your boys on the outside
Bm
still in the game
Em
C
Still slang your dope,
Am
now you still running things
Em
Holding on to dreams
Bm
cause you got nothing left
Em
C
Contemplating homicide
Am
on your own self
Em
Cause it's slow for the Pope
Bm
Am
C
Am
Lord, have mercy
Em
Bm
Am
on my
tears
Em
Bm
Am
C
Am
Lord, have mercy
Em
Bm
Am
on me
Em
Bm
Am
Lord, have mercy on
Em
Bm
Am
my
Em
jinx
Bm
Am
Lord, have mercy
Em
Bm
on me
Am
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