Tonalité : F# minor
Verse 1
Em
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G#m
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B
G#m
B
Em
We ain't tryin
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to hear shit for what? (Cash money)
Em
We whole world operating
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off a (Cash money)
Em
To all my niggas with a whole
Gm
lotta (Cash money)
Watch yo' back money
Fm
Em
You couldn't neva understand
Verse 2
how my mind tick
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I'm on some old school crime shit
Em
When niggas sold two's to keep
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the dimes lit
Em
Ain't no rules when these iron
shots are stoned dun
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This heat burn through your flesh,
Em
stright to the bones
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Em
I reach for the buddha
cess and zone
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Em
I probably have a future of stress,
stay depressed and be alone
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But as far as the present
Em
time its on
Gm
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I represent mine til I return to the S
Em
and said I'm dead and gone
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Em
Nobody want to be broke and you neither
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Em
Put me on the co'na, watch me catch
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a quick case of cream fever
Em
If you be poppin shit my niggas
won't believe ya
Gm
Probably punch you in the face and take
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Em
ya wallet when we see ya
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Em
But son it gets deeper
I'm runnin with a click that's bein'
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Em
hunted by the grim reaper
To all my peoples in the man
keeper
Let'cha situation be a teacher
Gm
Ain't nothin like a education
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Em
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When I was locked down I learned
Em
about patience and dedication
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And not to say shit,
Em
unless you need a motherfuckin face lift
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Em
And as a youth I was a outcast
Gm
Runnin around with ?pelagons? playin
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Em
war but now it's all about cash
Verse 3
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Chor us:
Em
I'm caught up, caught up in a mix of shit
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Em
And I ain't tryin to hear shit
til my got cash to get
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Em
Blast you with the pistol
Gm
Fm
If I have to, in my mind its all about cash
Em
F#m
Em
in a fistfull
I'm caught up in a mix of shit
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Em
And I ain't tryin to hear shit
til my got cash to get
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Em
Splash you with the pistol
Gm
Fm
Em
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If I have to, in my mind its all about cash in a fistfull Up late night and up set,
Em
and fed up
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Niggas comin up wet,
Em
I'm dead up
Fuck tryin to your head up
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Em
And when it go down,
word bond we gotta get up
Gm
Too many locked down upstate,
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Em
son its a set up
My life has sped up,
many years I'm straight up
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Em
Plenty bears for who ain't
here and those who ate up
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Em
Test and get sprayed up
in the club
Gm
We couldn't run it so we take
the blade up in the booth
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Em
Since we couldn't shoot
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Em
We heat it up, losin the shirt,
showin the bare chest
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I'm blessed,
Em
puffin the skunk make me care less
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Em
The best that you can do
is duck my fuckin crew
Gm
If the slugs don't
Em
get'cha, lord J'll jig ya
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Em
Actin artificial you'll get
burnt my the pistol
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Before its done,
Em
even my guns'll turn to missles
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Em
Don't have to blow the whistle on you
Gm
'cause everybody knows you
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Watch yourself around borderline
Em
pyschos
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Em
Who know my people gotta
hold a mint
Or they ain't worth a cent
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Em
How can you represent,
if you can't pay the rent
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Em
And leave a dent in my life time,
Gm
I'm caught up in trife crime
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In fights you neva know
Em
what you might find
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Em
We stand firm meanwhile 'cause niggas
that seem wild
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Em
Be buckin blanks,
if they were men they wouldn't fuck with pranks
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Em
I leave them niggas
alone and stay home
Gm
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Em
Unitl it cool down as they remember how my tool
Interlude 1
sound
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Em
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Em
Gm
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Em
Verse 4
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Chorus We ain't
Em
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Em
tryin to hear shit
Gm
Fm
Em
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Em
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for what? (Cash money)
Em
We whole world operating off
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a (Cash money)
Em
To all my niggas with a whole
Gm
lotta (Cash money)
Watch yo' back money
F
Em
Yeah,
Verse 5
we up on what
we dealing with
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We ain't no criminals
Em
We got the right to have gats
As long as the army, navy,
air force, marines got gats
Gm
We gon' hold heat, knamsayin?
'cause our army
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gotta represent for us
Word up
Aiyyo, Maintain (Yeah)
Set that shit son
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Forever keeping my
Verse 6
shit
Em
cocked for drama
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Stainless steal, shit is for real
Em
The way these rats is known to squeal,
makin' sour deals
Thugs up in to mix with these drugs,
caught up in the humble
Gm
Fm
Bricks and paper by the bundle
Em
how the Bronx humble
??? devils get deaded,
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never regret it, only known to set it
Em
Stealin existence obviuosly ya jetted
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Speak the desest, I see the
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pyramid and eagle
Gm
Back of the dollar bill,
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Em
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ill decitful, we con sider leathal
Em
God fallin, niggas be ballin,
guzzlin alcoholics
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Em
Two drinks, too many is like whitey
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infulltrating your fortress
Em
This is on, we 'bout to form,
best prepare for the storm
Gm
Ya'll funny niggas quick
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to ring the alarm
Em
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Em
Bomb fell, now a nation is gel
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We had to dwell for four hundred or more
Em
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The Lord had the right just livin poor
Em
Resurrectin the true and livin
back the power
Gm
Devils getiin devoured,
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niggas heard the god holla
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