Тональность: A minor•
Verse 1
Am
Pull the trigger, Budd
Dwyer, hahaha
(Pull the trigger,
(North, North)
Haha, you mad (northside)
Am
C
(In this
bitch, with my cap
on) Yeah
(Time to go back to speak that
lingo)
Am
I'm back in this bitch like a menace
Verse 2
Runnin' these hoes just like tennis
C
Am
Fuck what you thought of my image
C
Blocka-blocka-blocka--blocka-blow
A semi-auto with with the scope
Am
I'm back in this bitch with the cult
C
I'm back in this bitch with the phonk
Am
Scrim back in this bitch better know
C
I'm back and I'm hatin'
and plottin'
Am
F#m
Back and I'm scopin' with robbers
C
Come back and then jaws get
to droppin'
Come hard when you step in
my yard
Scammin', gimme your card
Am
C
Off of a couple them bars
Choppa k-k-kickin'
Auto Auto f-f-spittin'
F#m
C
Talkin' a a a lot of that guala
G
Am
C
From the eses to the shottas
Lil' Wetto with yoppas
Get my pills straight from the doctor
Off of the jump 'bout my shit
Offer the dump off my hip
Fifty shots like I'm back in the crack
Smokin' that pack off the jack
Verse 3
C
OD slowly, OD slowly
Am
C
OD slowly, OD slowly (slowly)
OD slowly, OD slowly (ho)
Verse 4
C
Stop tellin' me what to think
Stop tellin' me what to think
Stop tellin' me what to think
Stop tellin' me what to think
Stop tellin' me what to think
Stop tellin' me what to think
(assumptions, assumptions, assumptions)
Stop tellin' me what to
think, to think
Stop, stop tellin' me, stop tellin' what to
think
(Assumptions always bein'
that)
Stop, stop tellin'
me what to think (stop)
Verse 5
C
I have become what I hate Sad to say
I saw this comin'
B
C
from miles away
Too bad that it ain't a race
Coughin' my lungs
out stuck in last place
Always in bad shape, blunt to the face
I want all the smoke, let
me get a fuckin' taste
What the fuck you gotta say?
Yung plague untamed
B
Yung plague got nothin' to hide
C
Now I've never been one for
pickin' sides
F#m
Am
but I choose $UICIDE
C
Yeah, I reject almost everything
'bout this new world
E
C
I reject all the people inside
(fuck 'em)
They can run, they can hide,
they swim, they can fly
But I'll hunt 'em day and night
For the rest of my life just
to watch them die
Then shed tears like a crocodile
B
All the while my choppa smiles
C
Bite the bullet, that's not my style
Belly full of lead and stomach bile
You thought that your life
would be worth while
Just another fuckin' rank
and file (bitch)
First came school,
then you got a job
Now your fuckin' bitch is walkin'
down the aisle
Safe neighborhood for the domicile
Redoin' the kitchen pickin' out new
tiles (ayy)
Don't touch that fuckin' dial
(ayy)
Let's see what's on TV
World War III in a couple hours
But at least the house is
clean (ayy)
Bodies will be piled for miles
and miles
C
But the maid service was free
Outro 1
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