Тональность: B minor
Verse 1
F
Am
Dm
Gia, made hype in the house
Am
Dm
Half ounce in the house
Am
Dm
And we back in this bitch with a 93 shot
Yo, what's up?
Am
DFC's in the motherfuckin' house
Dm
They're comin' from the west side,
Am
Dm
you know what sayin'?
Man,
Al's about to kick it
Am
Dm
So give me a little of that flamboyant,
you what sayin'?
One time for your motherfuckin' mind
Am
Dm
Cause I'm the prime candidate
Am
Dm
For the nigga you love to hate
Am
Dm
On a mission to be six feet deep,
peep I'm makin' it sweet when rollin' four deep
Am
In my seven, they cooped the veal,
Dm
rollin' on the vans
Am
Turnin' up the funk and
Dm
hopin' for the fame
It's a shame the way
Am
Dm
them cards were dealt
They put us on this bitch and said,
go for sale
Em
Dm
And what the fuck was a nigga to do? I gave a love
Am
Dm
to a scrub for a motherfuckin' twenty -two
Am
So, I'm ready to go, toe -to -toe,
And that's how I was layin'
in the garage
And who's to say that
Am
Dm
a man can't get his
With a little bit of that and
Am
Dm
a little bit of his big
Am
Dm
So many ways to pull a fuckin' jack
One, pull the hammer back
Am
Dm
and peel a fuckin' cap
Am
I guess they just don't know the
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
Caps get peeled, shit
Am
Niggas on the run is in this bitch
Dm
Goldies on my tray as I
Am
Dm
hit the switch
Poppin' this muthafuck
Am
Dm
in' gangsta beat
And I got my muthafuckin'
heat on the front seat
Nigga better think fast cause
Em
Dm
AIDS gon' blast, uh
Am
Catch a muthafuckin' slug
Dm
in your forehead ass
Poppin' them blind like
Stevie
Wonder
Got the
Mack and it's a fact that the
Am
Dm
hood done took me under
Am
Down with the funk so don't start no shit
Dm
Niggas on the run,
Am
Dm
got the back and we in this bitch, uh
Release the safety and the
bullets start spittin'
You run but you get hittin' cause
ain't no bull shittin'
That's why you always catch the
Am
Dm
menace in a bulletproof
E -N -E -F -C shootin' out the sunroof
It's just the motherfuckin'
Am
Dm
way that I feel
When caps get peeled, chill
Am
I guess they just don't know the
Am
Dm
Caps get peeled, chill
Niggas don't know the
Am
Dm
motherfuckin' deal
Caps get peeled, chill
Am
Dm
I guess they don't think this shit is real
Am
Dm
Caps get peeled, nigga, chill
Am
Dm
Say hello to the motherfuckin' state
Caps get peeled, chill
Am
Poppin' motherfuckers with my
Tek -9
F
Am
It was three niggas walkin' up,
was tryin' to check mine
F
Stupid little bitches,
Am
you know it wasn't no hoin' out
F
Dm
Cause if I have to kick to the hood to catch a slippin',
then your lights out
Am
Cause what I did just to your crew,
Am
Homies comin' around from other hoods,
Dm
been tryin' to handle me
Blow me down, blow me down,
Am
Dm
they shot, but I ain't dead yet
I rolled over, hit my shoulder,
got on my feet and jet
Ran to the bush to get my
Am
Dm
gun so I could fire back
Am
Flung to the ground and turned around,
Dm
it was a full jack
Help me now, help me now,
these busters all around me
They put their gun, I put my glock,
and that's how cops get killed
Am
Dm
I ain't dead yet
Am
Dm
But I ain't dead yet
That's how cops get killed
Am
I guess they just don't know
Am
Cops get killed, nigga
Dm
Uh, I guess they just don't
Am
Dm
know the fuckin' deal
Caps get peeled, nigga, uh
Am
Dm
Say hello to the motherfuckin' steel
Am
Dm
Caps get peeled, nigga, uh
And comin' from
We know what's up,
Gia
Am
And we outta this bitch
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
You
Am
Dm
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