Tonalité : D minor•
Verse 1
Bb
C
Dm
Bb
Dm
Bb
C
Dm
Bb
Dm
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo,
Bb
Dm
yo we the gods still tear the whole hood apart
Bb
C
Dots that'll splatter through faces,
Dm
taste niggas hearts
Bb
C
Dm
I'm intellectual plus professional,
Bb
and war bounds the vegetables
Dm
Shit is right here, like my fly gear
Bb
C
we the gods still tear
Dm
the whole hood apart
Bb
C
Dots that'll splatter through faces,
Dm
taste niggas hearts
Bb
Dm
I'm intellectual plus professional,
Bb
and war bounds the vegetables
C
Yo we the guards still tear
Dm
the whole hood apart
Bb
C
Dogs that'll splatter through faces,
Dm
taste niggas hearts
Bb
I'm intellectual plus
Dm
professional and war bounds
Bb
Yo we the guards still
Dm
tear the whole hood apart
Bb
C
Dogs that'll splatter through faces,
Dm
taste niggas hearts
Bb
I'm intellectual plus profession
Dm
al and war bounds
Bb
The vegetables,
C
Dm
shit is right here like my fly gear
Bb
Dm
Dare any white man or fan
Bb
nigga ran through nig gas
C
Dm
Blue shotties and nig gas,
Bb
lobbies the grand rizzo
Dm
We left, the radio broke,
Bb
I yoked my vocals hitting green smoke
Dm
Bb
A law man, show me when the needle broke,
numb the whole crowd up
Dm
Bb
Dm
Stu pid ass, laugh out the, never knew what they had,
now they proud of us
Bb
C
Dm
Pic ture my vision, precision,
Bb
lines jumping out of commission
Dm
Divine got me, nigga the boss,
Bb
he popped me,
Ray we gotta generate law
Dm
Bb
I feel you got tech to mill dude,
Dm
buy jets and vehicles
Bb
Steal a little, wrap up the whole
Dm
Bb
C
rap government
Dm
Go ahead,
Bb
C
Dm
y 'all floss with it, walk with it
Bb
I'll slap your boss with it, navy blue
C
New
York fitted
Dm
I'm cold, frostbitten,
Bb
C
Dm
two puffs and off with it
Bb
Your smell of earth for our lettuce
C
box is forfeited
Dm
Blocks is hot,
Bb
feel a shot from the forfeited
Dm
Bb
With no regard for your boulevard,
Dm
just a shit bag and bullet scar
Bb
C
Dm
It's the red law, riddle me this,
riddle me that
Bb
Who the pretender,
C
Dm
and who the doorman that let him enter?
Bb
The
C
Dm
Wu -Tang, 36 chain, what you smokin'?
Bb
Got you in the game chokin', like
Dm
Van
Gundy coachin'
Bb
C
Dm
Your street team, bunch of weaklings,
Bb
don't ever let me catch you reaching
Dm
Respect when a grown man is speaking
Bb
Dm
Shhh, keep on sleeping, and just like
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TLC, I'll keep on creeping
Dm
The 5 % of y 'all, keep on teaching
Bb
The heat -seeking,
Mr.
Dm
Of ficial
Bb
That got issue, like
Funk
Dm
Doc got snot tissue
It's hot niggles
Asus4
A
Everywhere I turn, I see your face
Dm
But you're never there
Shhh, shit ain't over
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AccordsBb C Dm Asus4 A
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