Tonalité : D minor
Verse 1
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That's right i told y'all
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we was bringin'
That Mid
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westgangstaboxframecadillacmuzik to
Life today gangster Gibbs
(Sing that as a lullaby)
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It's only the start
Verse 2
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I'm rolling solo in my four door
F
Got my speakers on bang
trunk full of that?
Dm
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Finna go make a stain with that cocaine
Am
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Dm
I'm on my way to cop it
E
Chop it, gotta get paper, bitch
F
Got your favorite shit and what
Dm
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You lace it with? They hate the kid
Am
Niggas thought they could phase the kid
E
Step back and appraise the kid
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The neck is lit, this major shit
Dm
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Niggas ain't do me no favors, bitch
Am
Don't ask for none
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And niggas that ain't my peeps
F
Shouldn't even think to speak
I pack them guns, they yap and run
Dm
You showed them my buzz?
Am
I'll sweep your street
We taking and making that dough,
nigga
E
Jacking and breaking them o's, nigga
F
Ask any motherfucker on my block
Dm
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Ms watts ain't raise no hoes nigga
Am
I keep a bitch on her toes, nigga
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Freddie the one that she chose, nigga
My dough bigger
Dm
My flow sicker than most niggas
Am
I show bitches that I ain't the
One they be playing with
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I'm 'bout my money,
my paper, my cheddar
F
My bread you hear me jap
out on these beats
Dm
'Cause I'm in the streets
Am
The streets is keeping me fed
These niggas 'll leave me for dead
E
If they get the chance
F
Come at my head to try to ad vance
But will I last?
Dm
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Fuck yea- 'cause I'm 'a blast, nigga
Verse 3
Am
From the cradle to the grave
The womb to the tomb
F
I'm 'a get it, win or lose
Dm
Am
I'm just out here making moves
From the womb to the tomb
To the cradle to the grave
F
'Til I check up out this bitch
Dm
Am
I'm out this bitch getting paid
E
From the
Verse 4
Am
cradle to the grave
E
Am
The womb to the tomb
F
I'm 'a get it, win or lose
Dm
Am
I'm just out here making moves
From the womb to the tomb
To the cradle to the grave
F
'Til I check up out this bitch
Dm
Am
I'm out this bitch getting paid
Verse 5
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Ey, I can't be hospitable
If the shit ain't profitable
F
Dm
Send him to the hospital slow
F
Then we gon' let his children know
Am
Can't go places that Pill 'll go
Might post up at the liquor store
F
Chop it down and distribute blow
Am
Might get fresh and go pimp a hoe
I didn't know that's your sister,
though
E
Look, stand under this mistletoe
F
Give that four- five, a kiss, you bitch
Dm
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'Fore I let this trigger go
Am
Cold hearted for cash
A damn dummy for ducats
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Sold the hardest of glass
Dm
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My fam hungry, I'm bugging
Am
Trucking, tucking,
E
don't get stuck in shit
Am
F
What is this?
Dm
The components of a fuck you- upper
E
Knuckle upper
Am
E
Gutter nigga, throw the baking soda
F
Drop her proper english
for the slow guys
Dm
Am
Bacon Double Whopper
I need more cheese and more fries
E
From the rocker to the doctor
F
Delivery room to the morgue
Dm
Am
If you live by the sword
E
Am
Take this chopper, go get guaped up
E
Or get killed trying for it
F
Take this chopper, go get guaped up
Dm
Am
Or get killed trying for it
E
From the
Verse 6
Am
cradle to the grave
The womb to the tomb
F
I'm 'a get it, win or lose
Dm
Am
I'm just out here making moves
From the womb to the tomb
To the cradle to the grave
F
'Til I check up out this bitch
Dm
Am
I'm out this bitch getting paid
Verse 7
Am
From the cradle to the grave
E
Am
The womb to the tomb
F
I'm 'a get it, win or lose
Dm
Am
I'm just out here making moves
From the womb to the tomb
E
Am
To the cradle to the grave
F
'Til I check up out this bitch
Dm
Am
I'm out this bitch getting paid
Verse 8
Am
Yo, I done played niggas, made niggas
E
Come up off that yay, nigga
F
What you think you brave, nigga?
Dm
E
I'm 'a get down for my pay, nigga
Am
E
Spray niggas, lay niggas out flat
F
"Will he live?" "I doubt that"
Dm
Murder shit, I'm 'bout that
Am
E
Am
All the shit surrounding that
Got niggas with cases,
E
Am
F
tears on faces
Dm
Snitches conversating down at the station
Am
E
Am
I smell bacon, so I'm laying low
E
Still gotta get that paper, yo
Am
F
Pimp a bitch, break a hoe
Dm
'Til I come up on that major dough
E
Am
I could come up on some major blow
E
Been in the Bay with that major weed
Am
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Played the field, with major pills
The shit that I got give
Am
niggas the chills
E
Am
This is the way that I live for real
Young and trill
E
I brung the steel against they will
F
My lungs is filled with Cali kill
Dm
E
I got that yac so crack the seal
Am
I stack them bill to half a mill
E
Praying I never go broke again
F
Got money making methods
Dm
And they respect it,
E
whether they folks or
Am
(fed?) refuse to lose
and hope to win
E
Strictly getting paid
Am
F
From the womb to the tomb
Dm
Am
From the cradle to the grave
Verse 9
Am
the cradle to the grave
The womb to the tomb
F
I'm 'a get it, win or lose
I'm just out here making moves
Am
From the womb to the tomb
To the cradle to the grave
F
'Til I check up out this bitch
Dm
I'm out this bitch getting paid
Verse 10
Am
the cradle to the grave
E
Am
The womb to the tomb
F
I'm 'a get it, win or lose
Dm
I'm just out here making moves
Am
From the womb to the tomb
To the cradle to the grave
F
'Til I check up out this bitch
Dm
Am
I'm out this bitch getting paid
Outro 1
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