Tonalité : D minor•
Verse 1
Dm
F
Dm
I'll write all your ra dio raps
F
Dm
Right now, you're tuned in
to the realest in the gang
F
Dm
E
Rap a lot, recognize the mob,
A
Dm
F
Dm
nigga
F
E
A
E
I'm straight and dirty,
Dm
F
leavin' my foes bloody
Dm
Time out,
F
Dm
how many niggas wanna find out
From the blind spot
E
F
E
My enemies I locate in this rhyme
Dm
Just like the fuckin' Kennedys
F
A
They die and they prime
Dm
I got my mind on Cruz
drinkin' booze
Poppin' no -dose
Rollin' on my momos
E
Dm
Sayin' fuck the po -po's
When you deal, deal with me
F
How your ass figure?
Dm
Better finish me off
E
Dm
A
Cause I'm a su per bad nigga
Dm
Man, it depressin'
F
It's my state of being
Dm
Ain't no revenge
E
Dm
I'll shoot your ass up just like a syringe
Fuck the pen
And charge push
F
Dm
I got somethin' for his ass
F
And it's hard looks
A
And I hooked on funnies,
E
Am
Dm
I hooked on clunny, tunny
F
Dm
And drive -bys on bitches
that I despise
Pushin' for my demise and survival
F
Dm
The realest, they ain't ready for this
But if these bitches tired of livin'
E
A
And their ass wanna trip
E
Dm
F
First I get em', then I let em'
Dm
I pull my strap back, oom,
and I wet em'
There's some killers over here,
F
fuck you over there
Dm
E
I let my nuts hang to the floor,
I don't care
A
Dm
F
Dm
First I get em', then I let em'
I pull my strap back, oom, and I wet em'
It's the chemists over here,
fuck you over there
E
I let my nuts hang to the floor,
F
A
I don't care
Dm
About the implications I'm facing,
F
death and incarceration
Dm
Just give me my fucking mail
and my visitations
Masons and politicians pro
F
Dm
moting bitterness
E
And such a fortune in fame
A
and neglected shit
Dm
F
First I get em, then I let em
Dm
I pull my strap back,
E
Dm
boom, and I wet em
Now my foes can't talk,
F
Dm
my foes can't walk
My foes can't stalk
E
F
E
cause they buried in the chalk
Dm
Nigga runnin' up on me, not for silly
F
Dm
No brotherly love, not for Philly
From Houston, Texas to New York City
People stop breathin' when
they fuckin' with Willie
Really though, silly hoe
F
Dm
Who the hell you think you tryin' to fool?
All this time thought we was cool
E
Dm
A
All this heat gon' blow my fuse
E
Dm
Wanna come up,
gotta pay some dues
Niggas like me got nothin' to lose
Won't give you no cap,
bet you want some shoes
F
Dm
Keep on playin',
gon' make the news
Who can I trust?
Who can I bust?
Keepin' my back hot, this a must
E
If I don't kill any gods to live
Dm
I'ma leave a motherfuck
A
er with a doctor's
Dm
F
First I get him, then I let him
Dm
I put my strap back,
F
boom, and I let him
Dm
E
I let my nuts hang to the floor,
I don't care
A
E
Dm
First I get em, then I let em,
I pull my strap back, boom and I wet em
It's the killas over here, fuck you over there
I let my nuts hang to the floor,
I don't care
Here go the third verse,
watch this curve
Niggas in the club smokin' herb
Bought me a drink, stood by the bar
Niggas on the dance floor goin' to war
Dm
Ain't shit to me, I done seen it all
Cut up drawers, springs on the wall
Not that many seen what I saw
E
A
Hell, it's the life of a good old boy
E
Dm
Got niggas at the crib, ready to go
All I got to do is say so
Dm
Pull my shit, blast it, that's it
Get in the casket
These boys can't fuck with me
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