Tonalité : B minor
Verse 1
Am
E
One, two
Dm
Check, one, two
Am
One, two, who got more style than Son do?
E
Dm
Check, one, two
Verse 2
Am
Yo, I'm hot like 95 Fahrenheit
On a summer night,
Em
Dm
tight spot where bodies rot
Am
Rats drink from water drops
in the streets, niggas
Little kids,
E
Dm
scared cops with red dots
Am
Philosophical gangsta,
where violent priors
Goin' back like black and white
E
Dm
TV's with pliers
Am
Leanin' on broke down
cars with flat tires
E
Flash iron on anybody tryin' on the
Dm
Am
blocks I'm supplyin' on
Madicon, my peeps,
tie balloons up
Em
Then swallow 'em in the penal,
Dm
got goons, lots of 'em
Am
Cops see them and run,
don't want no drama
E
Certain parts of the streets,
Dm
the beast don't want a part of
Am
Martyr, hood haunted like the Dakota
Em
Where John Lennon was shot up,
Dm
but he sang for peace
Am
He begged for freedom,
hanged with wild Jamicians
Em
From Kingston, who drink Irish Moss
Dm
Am
Listenin' to Peter Winston,
Machintosh
Lightning hits the top
E
of the church steeple
Dm
When I'm writin',
D
Am
semi-automatic no no hyphen
E
Dm
It's frightening
Verse 3
Am
The thief's theme, play me at night,
they won't act right
Em
Understandable smooth shit
Dm
that murderers move with
Am
The thief's theme, play me at night,
they won't act right
Em
Understandable smooth shit
Dm
that murderers move with
Am
The thief's theme, play me at night,
they won't act right
Em
Understandable smooth shit that
Dm
murderers move with
Am
The thief's theme, play me at night,
they won't act right
Em
Understandable smooth shit
Dm
that murderers move with
Verse 4
Am
I take summers off 'cause
I love winter beef
E
Dm
Started '87 with the shotty in
the sheep
Am
Three-quarter length length beige,
dressed to kill
E
Bust a shell at the ground,
Dm
pellets hit the crowd
Am
Nobody like a snitch,
everybody shut they mouth
E
Dm
Woolrich, Carhart, gun powder stains
Am
Smellin' like trees,
sensimille on the brain
E
Schemin' on ya girls,
Dm
bamboos on ya chain
Am
Got ill up on the train, twistin' off a cap
E
Of a English in my vain,
D
Dm
might of pushed you on the tracks
Am
Deaf crack fiends, who can't speak,
scream noises
'Cause she bought a jum of soap
Dm
Am
from one of my boys, it's
Just another day in the hood
Em
And I'm, with some wild
Dm
brothers, up to no good
Am
We saw the movies,
like Tony Montana, and 'em
Em
Dm
But our style was let them piled in,
Am
we robbin 'em
Money dudes,
make 'em come up out they shoes
Run they jewels, word is bond,
Dm
D
while my man Nino gone
Am
And I had to make a song
speakin' on my old life
Dm
For the thief's who come out at night
Verse 5
Am
The thief's theme, play me at night,
they won't act right
Em
Understandable smooth shit
Dm
that murderers move with
Am
The thief's theme, play me at night,
they won't act right
Em
Understandable smooth shit
Dm
that murderers move with
Am
The thief's theme, play me at night,
they won't act right
Understandable smooth shit that
Dm
murderers move with
Am
The thief's theme, play me at night,
they won't act right
E
Understandable smooth shit
Dm
Am
that murderers move with
Verse 6
Am
E
One, two
Dm
Am
Check, one, two
Dm
Am
One, two
E
One, two
Dm
Check, one, two
Am
One, two, who got more style
than Son do?
E
D
Dm
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