Tonalité : E minor•
Verse 1
Em
Yeah, uh,
Young
Noble in this,
Sean
G
T where you at boy?
Em
All the way from
Jersey, up to
EPA, outlaw, yo, uh
G
Em
Ayo, I done been around the world
and every hood is the same
Everybody got guns and canes,
everybody feel numb from pain
Baby mamas rave kids on they own,
daddy knocked or just don't come home
G
Em
Caddy trucks and they sittin' on chrome
And the cops patrol,
where the motherfuckin' block is home
The streets know about the
E -Soul
And the side shows,
G
you're liable to get kidnapped and blindfolded
Em
It's my rival, survival's the only option
I hear that coke gettin' cooked
and them guns poppin'
Them
NLB elite, them outlaws still ridin'
Who at the top wanna rock,
G
let's get it poppin'
Em
Sean
T made the call, now it's
Mo
Willa
Young noble outlaw, anybody killa
The whole bay made the call, now it's
Mo
Willa
G
Young noble outlaw, anybody kill
Em
Everybody talk shit,
don't nobody want war
When bullets start flyin',
everybody hit the floor
Strike with force, nigga,
cause we comin' with heat
Collide with
G's and get chalked out in
G
the streets
Em
Everybody talk shit,
don't nobody want war
When bullets start flyin',
everybody hit the floor
Strike with force, nigga,
cause we comin' with heat
Collide with
G
G's and get chalked out in the streets
Em
We brought earth shit from here to
Jersey, we buy
Coastal
Niggas couldn't see us with prescription
Tri -Focals
Soft ass niggas,
I ain't fuckin' with y 'all
Niggas front like they hard
but ain't gangster at all
G
Em
I hurt in the streets,
dirty like the gutter beneath
I keep the clips and the life cut, under the seat
I don't think none of y
'all niggas want it with me
911, emergency, alert the police
G
Em
Cause them clappers like guests on
Jerry
Springer
Terrorists from the hood with the itchy finger
I like to bust, that's the way
I release my anger
Caution, cross the line and
expect some danger
G
Em
I get a thud from the main block
When shots fire,
doctors can't make the pain stop
Brain clots to the top is what we causin'
And we bring it for her,
G
resist your funds and get gun bust to the gums
Em
Everybody talk shit,
don't nobody want war
When bullets start flying,
everybody hit the floor
Strike the force, nigga,
cause we coming with heat
Kalabajeez will get chalked down the street
G
Em
Everybody talk shit,
don't nobody want war
When bullets start flying,
everybody hit the floor
Strike the force, nigga,
cause we coming with heat
Kalabajeez will get chalked
G
down the street
Em
You do not want war
With me,
Sean
T.
Gore
Eddie
Projects,
N .O .B .L .E.,
Deadly
Prospects
All your stars in your
G
Em
A &R's hostage
Store them one at a time,
get this money now
Got the whole summer to shine, I'm
A -Wax,
Waxface, whatever
G
223's out the back of your lather,
Em
chip and brick wall
Pitfall,
Pittsburgh,
California native
Hit y 'all for hatin' on me and mom
Rhyme with the best of the best
Take money from the rest of the
G
Em
rest of them other dudes
Never get it confused, I push peas on the side I ain't paying no dues,
I'm spraying tools
Don't get chalked, I don't know what you was thinking,
what the fuck you want?
G
Em
Everybody talk sick, don't nobody want war I'm pulling soft line,
everybody hit the floor
Strike with force, nigga,
cause we coming with heat
Kalabajeez and get chalked down the street
G
Em
Everybody talk sick, don't nobody want war I'm pulling soft line,
everybody hit the floor
Strike with force, nigga,
cause we coming with heat
Kalabajeez and get chalked down the street
Em
New
Jersey to
L .A.
Back up to the bay
Back up, oh, it's great I act up with a
K
I keep it hidden with a capital
H
How you faggots feel now?
With a gun to your face
G
Em
Featherweight said they ready for war
Keep it real, cause you bitch -ass
niggas don't got balls to kill
Real beef make it hard to chill
That's why I keep a concealed
just to guard my grill
G
Em
Niggas claiming that they sick,
but they far from ill
Might've slapped a few bitches,
now they hard as steel
Let me tell you like this,
we pop niggas like ballers,
Pop
Chris
G
All my real niggas off the top, knock this,
John
Em
T, and the hitters got this shit sold
Hooked up with
Noble, now this ghetto
shit goin' global
You'll never catch
Eddie
Project's swine solo
Cause I don't have to take
G
Em
a letter from him
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