Tonalité : C minor•
Intro 1
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I'm ready for drama,
Verse 1
Cm
just know P carry the llama
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They bury you before they bury your mama
Cm
You can call me the king,
S -430 blowin' it
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Two -way to FedEx, the hitman of the fix
Cm
His plane touched down
at a quarter to eight
Gm
O 'Hare Airport, of course it was late
Cm
He hopped in instantly,
we rollin' the grapes
Gm
Told him about the Syrian niggas
that was holdin' away
Cm
Barbies, restaurant,
he took fish, I ordered steak
Gm
Told the nigga,
we need a bigger portion of plate
Cm
All you do is collect money,
we order the crates
Gm
Life in the feds is hard,
you ignore my fate
Cm
We need a better price on the product,
Gm
a discount on the key s
They got a cheaper with the Vietnamese
Cm
Once they craze, come with the trees
And they bring it to us
Gm
He replied in an ill manner,
Cm
who could you trust? Yo! After
Gm
I pull my strap out, strap out
Cm
My memory just blacked out
G
If you don't pull your strap out
Gm
Cm
Then you can never pull it out
Lonely niggas strap this shit
Gm
And if you don't blast first,
then we all die too
Cm
Yeah!
Lonely niggas strap this shit
G
And if you don't blast first,
Gm
then we all die too
Cm
Yo! I'm just waking up in the morning,
man, I love my life
Gm
Got out of bed, took a shower,
Cm
gotta get it right
Phone ring as I step on the marble
Gm
DBI see when I answer,
I'm business,
Cm
they can't stand me
Who could it be?
It's my dude from Chicago
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Cm
Big chipped up Marcielago
Biggie Koop, the noob, there I go
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Gm
Jumps in a G4, fine, hi, bro
Cm
Fold up the laptop, I enter the area
Gm
50 states, small figure,
Cm
that guard at a barrier
I'm still moving as I jump in a spaceship
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Gm
Cock that 50 cal guns to they faces
Cm
It's really good,
so what's happening baby
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Gm
We the dudes, we can't lose
Cm
Gotta make a nigga pay me
I'm Godzilla as I'm pushing the pride up
Gm
A hundred niggas hustling,
we ready for drama
Cm
H2s, a hundred keys and coca linds
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Gm
We dope stuff, we need it cheap
and we still cop steep
Cm
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Cm
It's the God It's the God Yo!
Gm
After I put my strap out, strap out
Cm
My memory just blacked out
G
If you don't put your strap up,
Gm
Cm
then you can never pull it out
Only niggas strap this shit,
Gm
and if you don't blast first,
then we all die too, yeah
Cm
Only niggas strap this shit,
Gm
and if you don't blast first,
then we all die too, yeah
Cm
wiped out off the earth
with my clockwork
Gm
You know it's gon' hurt
with my strap work
Cm
Yeah, I'm fuckin' your wife
till her cock hurt
Gm
Up the block in a 7 .3 driver skirt
Cm
Snakes still feedin' foes, no cut, no rub
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Up the block, goin' up, numbin',
Cm
beastin', beastin'
Slappin' niggas for no reason,
cause niggas typey
Gm
Niggas don't like me,
cause I pipe as wifey
Cm
Niggas fakin' from the 600, gunnin'
Gm
On the backstreet,
Cm
cussin' when there's nothin'
When my choppa dump, I leave niggas slum
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Up the block in the drop, nigga, what?
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I'll you
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