Tonalité : C# minor•
Verse 1
C#m
Yeah, hard body (hard body)
Carter, Carter
Carter, yeah
Verse 2
Lets go
C#m
Cash Money, Young Money,
motherfuck the other side
A
C#m
They can fuck with us if they want,
E
C#m
I bring 'em homicide
Word to my mama,
I'm gonna continue bombin'
A
C#m
Told her gettin' out the game
E
is like comin' out of a coma
C#m
I'm tryin', but I'm normal
when this rap shit get borin'
A
C#m
All I ask is that you pray
for me (please)
And the beat keep cryin' and
I'm a keep beatin' her
E
Fee, I'm fuckin' her, I'm deep in her,
C#m
sleep in her
And what happens when the
reaper come (huh?)
I'm just hopin' that he
E
sends that elevator up
C#m
I made enough,
I ain't make shit (nah)
So while I'm here,
E
C#m
I'm a take that and take this (nigga)
Breakfast, yes, let's eat,
wipe your mouth when you're finished
Then hunt for the lunch and dinner,
no beginner
To the criminal activity,
fuck with them, they rushin' in
Like Seminoles, Indians,
E
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no bow and arrows, Harold
Just Ninas, Gina (damn), just
choppers Robert (damn)
Carter II, tell me,
E
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how is you gon' stop a riot? (uh)
I lock and seal it up the best,
I can feel it (yeah)
I'm in the lead,
E
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I can pop a wheelie (got 'em)
Not for rookies, late bloomers,
stay in the womb (go)
I'm here motherfucker make room,
boom
Young Tune, the big kahuna (yeah)
It's my ocean, baby,
E
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y'all niggas is tuna (yeah)
Better now than sooner,
junior (yeah)
Flyin' 'round your city,
E
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tryin' take a number two on ya
I ain't goin' nowhere special,
A
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I won't never leave (uh- uh)
E
C#m
Shit, I'm already a legend if I
ever leave (you know)
Can't get rid of me (uh- uh), not
A
little me (no)
C#m
Man, I got 'em, I'ma get 'em,
B (I got 'em, B)
I'm hungry like I didn't eat (yeah)
I want it like I didn't see a meal
before seventeen (boy)
What the fuck you niggas
tellin' me? (Huh?)
You pups can't keep up
with the pedigree
E
C#m
Catch me where the weather be
somewhere in the seventies
Call myself settling, palm trees,
E
C#m
Promethazine, but what's new?
Sometimes I can't cut
through that rough loop
Get fucked so many times 'til
it's fuck you (fuck 'em)
So how you want do it, baby, we can get it
All you gotta do is say it
E
and I'm wit' it
C#m
Money and murder, you my nigga,
my jelly preserver
I'ma ride, baby,
'til the judge give me a verdict, yeah
Hear me or heard me I get
it and serve it
'Cause every time I did it, I
E
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hit it and hurt it, yeah
Now I kill it, the mission accomplished
Them niggas abolished,
the bitches astonished
Then they pay homage,
when did they find it? But
Now that they know,
E
C#m
it's a must I re mind 'em, so
They don't forget it, I underline it, and
E
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I'm in the sky when the thunder's cryin',
young'n
I been through all that,
I done done what you sayin'
I put it down when the others
E
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was play in' (yeah)
When the jungle was open I
rolled in with the riders
Stole food from the bears
and brought it back to the lions
Hold court with the ape,
I'm a gorilla but lighter (yeah
Wit' the eye of a tiger,
E
C#m
the heart of a fight er, yeah
Start 'em,
ignite 'em (yeah), I walk through fire
Watch the flames start multiplyin',
whoo, yeah
Alter a nigga,
Nina talk to a nigga (yeah)
Take a chunk out your body like a
shark bit a nigga (damn)
I'm awkward like Cartwright,
fuck wit' a nigga
G#m
C#m
Shot ugly but my arch right,
come on, dog, bark, bite
Fork in the road,
I'm always goin' right
E
Nowadays, knowin' life ain't no
C#m
more road lights
We can't see but we gon'
make it to the finish line
A
C#m
G#m
It's right there, the goal line,
E
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right behind the scrimmage line (hut)
Touchdown, check the scoreboard,
gimme mines
A
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Semi 9, fit me fine hit a
E
C#m
nigga twenty times
Damn, then one more to the face,
just (baow)
G#m
C#m
So they close the casket like I pay to
close the case (yeah)
I'm made, straight mafia shit, front line
A
G#m
Top rank, ready to die for my
C#m
shit and the obvious shit
If I talk about my rivalry,
they'll probably get rich
E
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So fuck 'em, I'm a let 'em sit (yeah)
And I ain't duckin' 'cause I'm right here,
I'm chestin' up
I don't care who at the top of the stairs,
E
C#m
I'm steppin' up (whoa)
See you fuckin' up the money, baby,
A
and that ain't good business
C#m
You startin' to look like a witness,
and this is 9fuck 'em)
For the gangstas and the bitches,
the hustlers and the hoes
E
Crossover, whatever, mainstream, no
C#m
'Cause Wayne thinks silent,
Wayne'll never fold (uh- uh)
You heard it right here if the game
E
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was ever told (nigga)
Lift up your toes and look under a rug
Trust me, there's history
E
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under all that dust
So deep down in the dirty,
there lies us (who?)
Yeah, Cash Money Records,
and I'm still up front
Stunna, pop a bottle, baby,
peel us a blunt
G#m
Let's eat and talk about all
C#m
of the niggas we cut
But you know what? Lets not
fuck up our lunch
That's real shit if you ever
C#m
seen such
Chuch
Outro 1
Tha mobb, nigga
C#m
G#m
C#m
E
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