Тональность: C# minor
Verse 1
A
Bm
Yo, who the fuck brought
A
me this chocolate shit, man?
G
I said a banana Nutriment, man
Ya'll heard the fuck I said, I gave you
A
I wrote it on the fuckin' paper, man
Bm
Ya'll muthafuckas always fuck around and
G
A
forgettin' something and shit
Smart dumb niggaz and shit,
G
runnin' around here and shit
Ya'll niggaz need to wisen up, man, yo
A
Fuck that special ed, shit
Verse 2
A
Bm
I said Big O, hydro- face,
pass me the sazone, it's on
A
There go son, tap out the hash bone
G
Half moon, he rock,
three's fourth quarter length
No jewels, no rocks,
A
it's not worth the spotlight
Bm
His gun tool, was a half a hill
A
That's a six digit slip be hind five sticks,
G
eatin' steel, fuck him
We gon' we gon' get our money
If he front, they gon' read
A
about the rocks in his tummy
Mouth was red,
Bm
socks was bloody, fuck all the talkin'
A
Safety off and shit, crept out,
"What up money? Freeze!"
G
Don't move, turn around,
act like James Brown
A
And get down! Get slapped
with the put down
Bm
Wasn't you the same clown? Uptown,
yappin'
A
I keep big Shirley on my side,
so What's Happenin'?
G
Try eatin' these shells,
they non fattening
After you digest gat,
A
I'ma stomp you bastards
So take that, blow, blaow! Ghost,
Bm
A
he still breathing
G
Blow, blow! Anything after that
it don't matter
Your homies and your close relatives
A
Even them nosy ass
pigs'll get splattered
Bm
It's the T- H- E- O- D- O- R- E
A
Send me to Iraq I come
back with don heat
G
Teeth, less than a week,
they be callin' me
Keep with the fists,
A
'cause I sure do cook when it's beef
Verse 3
A
Bm
Yo, what up ? Meet, these,
D
A
G
O.G.'s, po' thieves and
Baller' shit, long biscuits
A
Fuck around, take all your shit
Bm
Call your bluff,
A
y'all faggots don't want no beef
Grind your teeth, and just,
G
roll with it, don't risk it
Fuck around,
A
and be a statistic (yo, yo)
Verse 4
A
Bm
Niggas ask why I use my glock
G
A
'Cause it's 2003, motherfucker,
G
I refuse to box
I'm true to block,
strip you for your shoes and socks
Remove your watch,
A
yo I'ma have to lose your top
Bm
I'm from a place where
chunkheads and zombies dwell
A
And niggas keep they heat blazin'
like Bonzi Wells
G
Don't ever talk to a nigga like
I'm one of your kids
'Cause I'll cock back the mag
A
and pop one in your ribs
Bm
So homeboy, keep runnin' your jibs,
I'ma run in your crib
A
Pistol whip you right
in front of your wiz
G
My nigga, that's how it is,
I get it, just how I live
'Cause me without a gun,
A
is like Queens without the bridge
Bm
Classic cut, this is how a O.G. live
A
Lamp in village,
and still get heard with no spins
G
This is Trife Diesel,
New York's backbone, back home
Black blown, it's Theodore,
A
nigga, fuck your wack stones
Verse 5
A
Bm
Yo, what up ? Meet, these, O.G.'s,
A
G
po' thieves and
Baller' shit, long biscuits
A
Fuck around, take all your shit
Bm
Call your bluff,
A
y'all faggots don't want no beef
Grind your teeth, and just,
G
roll with it, don't risk it
A
Fuck around, and be a statistic
Verse 6
A
Bm
A
Yo, what up ? Meet, these, O.G.'s,
G#m
G
po' thieves and (that's right, it's real!)
Baller' shit,
long biscuits (it's that motherfuckin' Theodore shit)
Fuck around,
A
take all your shit (know what I mean? Staten Island, live shit, y'all)
Bm
Call your bluff, y'all faggots don't want no beef (straight up and down,
A
nothin' but that cutthroat shit))
Grind your teeth, and just,
G
roll with it, don't risk it
A
Fuck around, and be a statistic
Bm
Blowin' niggas back home,
Verse 7
Bm
A
G
you know what I mean?
I don't give a fuck,
we could take it there
A
Bm
Whatever, pence, we got him nigga
A
G
Yeah, now I'ma strangle him dead
No doubt, it's real right
now, motherfucker
A
Y'all niggas done done
it, fuck y'all yeah
Bm
Let me get the fuck
outta this fuckin' booth
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