Tonalité : E minor•
Verse 1
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[Chorus: x2]
Talk to me
Am
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Em
That's the
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Em
only way I can
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find out whats going on
Verse 2
Em
Now how and the fuck am I
supposed to know whats goin' on
Am
You knowin' the truth but
you steady just be holdin' on
Em
You harboring feelings but you don't
be tellin' me
Am
When you be see'n me would it be better
if we was hollin' on the phone
Em
They tellin' me you got a problem,
if its a cancer
Am
Baby the twista got tha cure that can solve
Em
it I got the answer
Too many guys, too many guns
Am
Plenty muscle when I hustle
You think a nigga was takin'
Em
enhancers
We need to holla and get it
resolved like gentlemen
Am
Be cause if we don't I got thumpers
that turn niggas feminine
Em
I'm a pursue when I pop it to'em they're
Am
goin to be choppin'
And screwin' as if I swallowed
Em
a bottle of benalyn
I'm a just goin' to end up and dumpin' if we just
Am
don't holla bout somethin'
Because you just might makin
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a plot to come murder me
Oh, your word to be, open
heart surgery
Am
Yeah you got a white t but I'm a
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be turnin' motherfucker burgundy
Em
I think there's a better
way that we can handle this
Am
So sit down and talk at the table,
we got to be adamant
Em
Takin' a ride,
and choppin' it up in the phantom
Am
As two niggas breakin' it down like
an analyst off the with cannabis
Em
He say, she say
Am
A nigga was steady be hearin'
the bogus remarks
Em
Thought I was goin' to have to
go get it when it get dark
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Bm
We talked about it, shit squashed
Interlude 1
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Verse 3
Em
[Chorus: x4]
Now how will I ever be knowin'
Am
about when struggles ar rive
If you don't be open
enough to let me see inside
Em
Right on the surface of things you thinkin'
Am
that he's still alive
But since he's been incarcerated
his spirit has died
Em
He's sittin' off up in the county
Am
while he goin' be fightin' a case
I'm seein' the pain cause
I'm lookin' him right in his face
Em
Never got caught off for pushin' a bird
Am
Now he goin' be lookin'
and thirty for murder
Even though he ain't on the tape
Em
Soon as he got locked up
I had to visit him early
Am
The truth was the homies and none of
those niggas was worthy
Em
He gave me my game and told me
how bitches'll burn me
Am
Damn, I want to kill off
the district attorney
Em
The loser aka the prosecutor
Am
was a steady ac cuser
Of my boy as bein' around as
the number one shooter
Em
They sayin' that the evidence is
Am
a rugger, a steady pursuer
Em
What it do and make you disappear
like the Bermuda triangle
Why dangle a weapon in front of
Am
the court that I know he won't use
Now you in deep shit
Em
Now I just gotta go pay off
Am
my lawyer's retainer
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Homie gonna have a better defense
Em
And I know that you ain't really
feel like talkin' about it
Am
You want your freedom and just
Em
to put it past you
This is the only way that we can
fight 'em, dog
Am
Em
So me and my lawyer goin sit
Bm
Em
down and ask you
Outro 1
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