Тональность: B minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
Am
I'm the verbal spit,
Smith Wesson
C
Em
I unload with six -spit,
then quit with a split a split second
Am
I'm barred with a lit wick expression
C
Em
And you hear it tick, tick, then you test it
Am
My saliva is thick,
C
Em
a split thread in the fiber and bits
So trust me, I'm as live as it gets
Am
Everybody claim you the best
C
and they head to throne
Em
Since Big is gone,
if you ask me, they dead wrong
Am
My flow is hotter
C
than the flash from the clip
Em
When the hammer slaps the bullet
on the ass from the clip
Am
You wind up in the room full of my dogs
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Em
I have you feeling like a fire hydrant
in a room full of dogs
Am
So come, come now,
C
get pissed on, shit it on
Em
Tough talk turns to can't
we all just get along
Am
You get blazed when the mic's on,
Em
You probably ducked
when they laid the gunshot in your song
Am
My gun still stutters when
it speaks to you
C
Em
Other shit to re peat to you
Nothin' to clip to give a speech to you
C
we kinda the same in ways
Em
We both speak with our hands
in dangerous ways
Am
Rap now is a circus of clowns
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Em
A whole lotta lip from clicks,
I probably wrap circles around
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I'm the next best to reach a peak
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Em
Formerly known as the best kept secret
I guess that I just leaked it
Am
C
Somebody better duck or burn
Am
Hurt y 'all cause it's bout to go off
C
Em
Man got me down 259 Boom
Am
Somebody better duck
C
Em
or run
Somebody better
Am
Hurt y 'all cause it's bout to go off
C
Em
Man got me down 259
Am
I'm a motherfuckin' star,
I don't battle no more
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Em
I provide the gun clappin' round of
applause after your show
Am
Or we could go toe to toe
C
cause they callin' you hot
Em
Steppin' around all your punches
like it's all you got
Am
Every day I'm meetin' somebody
C
and all of they peeps
Em
Quick to shake a niggas hand
and show me all of they teeth
Am
And these bitches I
be pattin' they asses
C
Em
They be all dumb and googly -eyed
lookin' at me, battin' they lashes
Am
Rappers think Detroit niggas
Em
A sense that I'm down with Slim,
that I sound like him
Am
Quick to judge me and tell
C
me that my hook might sell
Em
And say faggot shit to me like I look like L
Am
My ad vice, quit talkin', it's over
C
Em
I was knockin' niggas out
when you was knockin'
sticks off of they shoulders
Am
I got dirt done in my past,
I know y 'all sweat
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Em
I got re grets,
owed it to some of you so -called vets
Am
Niggas say I found God with the flow
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Em
Bring the police to the studio
and bring the bomb squad to the show
Am
Ain't a nigga touchin' mines
C
When you listen to my shit,
Em
you don't chew, you don't breathe
You'll miss a fuckin' line
Am
Every time I spit, I tick,
C
to show you it's hot
Em
Leave me in the deck too long,
I'll blow up your box
Am
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Em
Boom! Boom!
Am
C
Em
Somebody better duck or run
Am
Em
Am
C
Somebody better
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Heard y 'all cause he's
Bam, got, two
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Em
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Boyz Fatah
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Boyz Fathah
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Boyz Fathah
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Boyz Boyz
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Fathah
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Thanks watching,
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