Tonalité : F minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
Fm
Young niggas on the block, and they out to get stripes
And they out to get paper,
and they out to take lice
You can play if you want,
Ab
get popped in school
Bbm
Ditch class to get cash to snatch some
Jews
Fm
Down the bus with the cops,
if they roll through the set at night
Your first nature, they gangster life
Ab
Only a team,
Bbm
seen 50 bodies in two years
Db
Pushin' up dirt,
C
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it ain't no game out here
Fm
They blasted the big homie,
Bbm
it been on ever since
Fm
Police make arrests, but have no evidence
Ab
Lil' breezy's easily fuck
Fm
in' the enemy
Bbm
Get information,
and you'll be where them niggas be
Fm
Pop two ecstasies, half a pint of
Hennessy
And make sure that life
becomes instant memory
Ab
Bbm
And niggas know who did it, fuck some
DNA
Db
C
Retaliation awaits,
Fm
Bbm
Fm
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Fm
Bbm
when you see men spray
This world, the youngsters carefree
Carry artillery,
double dare you kidding me?
Young and dumb, young and thirsty
Db
Grandma hollas,
C
Lord have mercy, you won't see 20
Fm
In the city, out for respect and fear
All about new gear,
their murder's in, who hears?
Said you rob lil' punks,
Ab
cause you know they reals
Bbm
There's some real shit jump, man,
you know they squeal
Fm
You put the gun to they chest,
you want the sack and the stack
Say he can't jook here
and don't ever come back
Ab
You did that at three,
Bbm
so every body could see
Db
After school, the whole bus on
Fillmore
Street
Fm
Niggas shook, cause you gun flashing,
gun blasting
Neighborhood jackin',
tryna keep the neighborhood crackin'
Ab
Fm
Doin' shit, niggas dead, or in jail, foe
Bbm
From a child,
how did this monster grow?
Fm
Cause the street
OGs like to preach this on
Say, shoot everything except us,
Ab
cause now, the beef is on
Bbm
Caught a couple of case s,
Db
gotta sit for a minute
C
But you'll be home to split you some
Fm
Bbm
Fm
niggas
Ab
Bbm
Fm
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Fm
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Boss, boss, boss, boss, boss,
Db
C
Fm
G
boss, boss
Ab
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C
Fm
In jail, you see your beef was added up
Your name is on the wall for being
gangsta as fuck
Robbers of the dead,
Ab
you merc, down at you
Bbm
Saying when y 'all get to streets,
he spitting rounds at you
Fm
And you like that shit, that bloodshed, that turnin' up,
poppin' a dude, right in his forehead
Ab
Bbm
The hands of time, you can't turn back,
Db
C
them bullets you dished out, they get returned back
Fm
The first day home, they shootin' your block,
Bbm
Fm
Bbm
you're on probation, so you got your
Fm
Glock up
Ab
Niggas strapless, cause the police been hoppin',
Bbm
you popped, your team returnin' not one shot
Fm
They sellin' rocks, they out for grip, they into hoes,
cars, and money, and they outta this shit
Ab
And when you was down,
Bbm
the enemy bounced through and they denounced you
Db
C
Said they couldn't wait till dead men,
pronounced you
Fm
You been under the act,
robbin' cool dudes
Gettin' work from niggas and never
payin' them back
Ab
Respectin' nobody on the block
Fm
Bbm
Unless they chose to respect
the bodies on your glocks
Fm
They watch your body drop
in the same kinda hole
You put four or five men in before,
you know how the game go
Ab
Bbm
They talk about you for months to come
Db
C
Fm
Bbm
But in a year's time, you another one like the other one
Fm
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I'm going to go hotel.
Peace.
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