Tonalité : C minor•
Verse 1
Cm
Yeah, this King P, know what I'm saying?
Db
I got a gang of niggas
Eb
in for the flow for y 'all tonight
Db
Cm
But I ain't told these niggas,
if they ain't tight
Don't put they motherfuckin'
hands on the mic,
Db
know what I'm saying?
So go and represent, nigga, check it
Eb
Cm
Well, what I'ma do is ease right in here
Eb
Take care of my business
Db
I promise you niggas,
I'll make a million by the time I finish
Cm
See, in 1989 is when I discovered
Db
this hidden talent
And when I recite some shit that's tight,
Eb
make you glad I found it
Cm
Heard a million different niggas
Db
say I'll help you make a bill
Just watch them fussin' and cussin'
and don't mention that you feel
Cm
Be for real, it's the other side,
Eb
Db
we'll have it no other way then
Talkin' about how we'll blow you
motherfuckers away,
Eb
Cm
And the fact that we don't got it all,
Db
but I see now that I'm seen now
That I'm psycho,
Cm
but I'm like no psycho
Db
that might go psycho
Cm
I'm psychotic when I drop it,
and it seems that you can't stop it
Db
Got my mind made up,
so drop this shit
Eb
Cm
and make a profit now
I'm comin' with that
Db
Glock cock in the back
with a dose of that shit
Eb
Db
That I sold out for make some real niggas
Cm
fold up on that other side.
Db
Cause we been on the put it down.
Cm
Six feet deep,
Db
we gon' see you underground.
Eb
Cm
If you gon' do it, do it right.
Db
If you ain't gon' do it right,
keep your hands up off the mic.
Cm
If you gon' do it, do it right.
Db
If you ain't gon' do it right,
Eb
keep your hands up off the mic.
Cm
If you gon' do it, do it right.
Eb
Db
If you ain't gon' do it right,
Cm
keep your hands up off the mic.
If you gon' do it, do it right.
Db
If you ain't gon' do it right,
keep your hands up off the mic.
Eb
Cm
Dish in the mind of your illusions,
lay back and close your eyes
Db
and like this blunt I'm higher till I die,
but until then let's feel this funk
Cm
I'm tired of fake MC's
all in my way and talking shit
Db
Don't know what it's like to
roll with real ass niggas
Eb
and real ass cliques
Cm
Chrome 45 to be exact
Db
with Harley point shelves
Dig that hole and dump your ass
and later let you smell
Cm
Hell, distribute and let this
Eb
dope flow overseas
Db
I'm flipping these real ass rhymes
Eb
like drop top chevrons
and triple gold sheets
Cm
Yeah, I be that nigga
Db
that they call boogie
The capital B -double -O
Cm
to the fuckin' G -I -E
Puffin' them heavy lace blunts,
Db
nigga, you know, man
Do you got some white?
Eb
Cm
Well, give me a snout, homie
Db
I've been doin' this shit since 88
I'm still dreamin' of
Cm
thang bout Piffy K's
But if I don't, fuck it,
Db
cause I'm doin' my thang
Got down out of cocaine
Cm
Eb
Cm
into the R -A -P gang
If you gon' do it, do it right
Db
If you ain't gon' do it right,
Eb
Db
Cm
keep your hands up off the mic
If you gon' do it, do it right
Eb
If you ain't gon' do it right,
keep your hands up off the mic
Cm
Db
If you ain't do it right,
Eb
keep your hands up off
Db
Cm
Db
Cm
the mic
Db
Eb
Cm
Young ass niggas in the hood,
growin' up to be some badgies
Db
Nigga, please,
you better keep your ass in school
Eb
Try to make some A's and B's,
Cm
don't hang with me
Cause I'm a super hitter,
Db
ballers for they dope
And that's no joke,
you either rise to the top
Eb
or get your ass smoked
Cm
An d now your family
Db
screamin' and cryin'
Eb
and it's your fault
Db
You wanted to be like me,
Cm
slipped up and got caught
You pulled a link for some money,
Db
dope and goldies
They traced you down,
Eb
laid your dick in the dirt
Cm
Gee, shit is gettin' hot on the streets
Eb
Db
Like infrared, I can see the heat,
the feds
Beat some niggas till they dead
Cm
Wan na see a nigga dead
Db
But the only way to murder me
Eb
Cm
Is bury my bones in holy water
Eb
And never mention a word of me
Cm
Cause if you say my name three times
Db
They cop your block out
Resurrect as a demon,
Eb
Db
a guardian angel
Can't stop now,
Cm
so I'm super nice talkin'
Dead man walkin' through
the darkness
Db
Relentless with this slangin'
Eb
Cause this game'll make me
Cm
heartless with precision
And lookin' back to the days of Pobro
Db
And loneliness dedicated to my
Eb
Db
niggas who like steroids
Cm
Be slow with this, no cause it's surreal
It's a way to make them pay
But let's come get paid
Eb
with the Duff Spot Savior
Cm
If you go do it, do it right
Db
If you ain't gon' do it right
Keep your hands up off the mic
Cm
If you go do it, do it right
If you ain't gon' do it right,
keep your hands up off the mic
Eb
Show you right
Cm
If you go do it, do it right
Db
If you ain't gon' do it right,
keep your hands up off the mic
Cm
Show you right
If you go do it, do it right
If you ain't gon' do it right,
keep your hands up off the mic
Eb
Show you right
Cm
Yeah, you know what sayin'?
My niggas so disrepresented
Db
Like I told y motherfuckers
Db
If you can't do this shit right
Cm
Nigga, don't touch the
motherfuckin' mic,
you know what I'm sayin'?
Cause my niggas came real with this shit
You know what I'm sayin'?
Let me say, nigga
Eb
Cm
If you can't do it, nigga
Don't do it, nigga, you can't do it right
Db
An d this is for real,
you know what I'm sayin'?
Cm
This is King Pete, nigga, straight baller
All that nigga, drug related
And I'm outta here, peace
Eb
Nigga
Outro 1
Cm
Db
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