Tonalité : G minor
Verse 1
Em
You think you're big time?
You're gonna fucking die big time!
Bm
Here come the pigs!
Em
Bm
F#m
Bm
I'm rolling with my gun in my hand
ready for anything
Welcome to the world of hate,
I can't run away
F#m
Bm
Busters wan na see me dead,
best have it staked
Em
Bm
Make it hard to live my life, my life
Em
Bm
G
I'm rolling with my gun in my hand
Bm
ready for anything
Am
Bm
D
F#m
Welcome to the world of hate,
Bm
I can't run away
F#m
Bm
Buses wan na see me dead, that's 76
Em
Bm
Make it hard to live my life, my life
Who goes there?
Em
It's me MK smokin' weed,
Bm
C
I know you heard of me
Bm
I grew up in 8th street
I thought you moved out
Em
Yeah, but not from the hood
Bm
Em
Bm
Just a different sec tion of Oak Cliff
Em
Bm
C
I've been mis understood
Bm
Still bangin'
All day, every day
Em
Bm
C
I'm down for a squad
Em
and a suit -out
Bm
When it comes around my way
Eat shit, huh?
Em
Nah, pass me the blunt
Bm
Am
Bm
Now pass me a gun,
Em
C
I'ma show you how it's done
Bm
These haters in Texas
gon' catch a slug to their head
C
Y ain't the only Mexicans in the South
Bm
In this rap game,
and y got the nuts that I got
So don't make me pop the trunk,
so don't make me make a phone call
Have this E -Hoola sew up,
Em
Bm
this is mafia re lated
Y 'all don't want none,
C
real gangstas, real bullets
Bm
Y 'all boys better run, I'm ending careers
Em
No more wack albums this year,
Bm
Am
put your ear to the speaker
Bm
If you didn't hear, cause I'm rollin'
I don't know, maybe it's a misunderstanding,
C
yeah, I don't know, man
Maybe you don't remember me,
my name is Manny
Bm
I don't give a shit
Em
Maybe I don't remember
Bm
D
the last time I blew my nose here
Bm
C
D
Who the fuck are you?
I should remember you
Bm
C
What, you think you like me?
D
You ain't like me, motherfucker
Bm
You a punk I've been with
Em
made people
Bm
Connected people, who you been with?
D
Bm
And they say that I'm a devil worshipper,
Em
my rhymes offend all the churches
Bm
C
Cause my re ligion is thinking
Bm
of fake rappers
and leaving them homeless
And I'm taking your fans,
and I'm taking your mic
I always hear you barking,
but I've never seen you bark
And I hear you on the radio,
always bumping your gums
You know how easy it is to put a hit?
I got nine ballin' thugs
And who told you I could rap?
Hard to get in this game
Am
Em
Bm
The only reason why I got famous,
Em
Bm
was y 'all fea turing UDK
And I'm a dirty side mescal,
don't confuse me for the time molester
I'm straight out of Dallas,
strapped, ready and dangerous
And I let the slugs fly,
the streets are the battlefield
Y 'all forgot about the struggle,
and what it is to be real
And y 'all let money make y 'all sound
Em
Bm
Now by for ce, give me what you got
Em
C
Bm
Whether you cooperate or not,
Em
Bm
you still gettin' sacked
And the only king of Texas,
that makes music extreme
Em
Is the mi crophone killer
C
Takin' it back to the streets,
Bm
takin' it back
I'm rollin' with my gun and my
hand ready for anything
Am
Em
Bm
Welcome to the world of hate,
I can't run away
Bustas wanna see me dead,
best have a stick
Make it hard to live my life, my life
G
Bm
G
I'm rollin' with my gun and my
Bm
hand ready for anything
Am
Bm
Welcome to the world of hate,
I can't run away
Buses wanna see me dead, that's 76
Em
Bm
G#m
Make it hard to live my life, my life
You
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