Тональность: Eb major
Verse 1
Em
G
Look around and tell me what you see
Em
D
Nothin' but catastrophes by the dope -e
Em
This ain't no game, nigga,
G
D
Em
D
I don't fuck around I stuff your body in a garbage can downtown
Em
See, that's the hardcore
G
life of the street gang
Em
Where freaks are tamed and
D
niggas face it get rearranged
Em
G
Into bloody play -doh,
that's the way it go
D
Em
And by the time you think you know the time,
Em
G
You see I'm just waitin' for a fool,
D
Em
D
so I can use his blood for my backyard pool
Em
Damn, these niggas think of bullshit,
G
Em
and fuck all that hittin'
D
I'ma let my nine start clickin',
Em
G
D
I did a job, I had to rob the mob
D
cause they can't squat
Em
G
Terrorist style, battle to the very end
Em
So many fatal weapons,
D
I'm takin' out all your men
Em
And with my rifle and a
Em
D
I'ma shoot my whole column til I dot him and
I got him
Em
G
You better wish upon a fuckin' star
Em
Cause when my blood heats up,
D
I'm hotter than steaming tar
G
sendin' out a death shout
F#m
Em
To my boy
Point
Blank, may he rest in peace
What?
They done killed my nigga
G
Blaze?
F#m
Em
Nah, uh -uh, that's bullshit
I'm a walking corpse,
G
D
waking up from a deep sleep
Em
Bombing fluid in my body,
D
still counting sheep
Em
G
Em
With a hun dred dead men watching my back I've died smoking primos,
crack
Em
G
Now it's time for us to rise
D
Em
And all the niggas that dissed
D
me in the past, surprise
Em
I get crazy thoughts
Em
Like put you in the ground,
kill your ass
Em
How that sound dope?
G
That sound good to me
Gangsta
Nip?
Em
So if you need some more info,
D
Em
Cause that will mark the
Blank's blood trail
Em
G
And if you make it to the end,
Em
I'll put a pistol to my head
D
Cause you gotta be a rough man,
Em
G
but ain't no nigga harder than these
Point
Em
D
Blank, so bitch, you owe me an apology
Em
G
Em
P -O -R -I -N to the motherfuckin'
T
D
Blank red shit like a tank
Em
G
Gank makes me get ill
D
Em
That's why the motherfuckin'
Em
F#m
Full of dead bod ies
Em
F#m
Em
G
Reminiscing about way back when
D
Em
As roguish as I was,
D
I should've been in a pen
Em
Killing ain't no thing,
Em
Snapped a little girl's umbrella and
D
asked her could she stand the rain
Em
My brain is disassembled,
D
Em
But that's what I get for throwing
Em
Instruction manual, why they no late?
G
Went to court, didn't care,
Em
cause I'd beat her on her ear
D
Till her hearing was impaired
Em
The judge couldn't convict me
G
on what had occurred
D
Em
Cause the pipe I beat her with made
D
her speak with her throat
Em
G
I'm dissin', but never ever kissin'
Em
The next man's runnin',
D
Em
don't make me give my punk chump change
G
D
Em
Pennies, nickels, and dimes, I need bus fare,
D
give it here, it's mine
South
Em
Park, brother, from the
Em
And don't you ever run up on me,
D
and try and scope me
Em
Or even bluff me,
G
better off shootin' me
Em
D
It takes a whole task force
to handcuff me
Em
G
D
I'm strong, street smart is the way to be,
Em
D
Em
no hesitation, I strike instantly like a cobra
G
Em
You're better off staying sober,
D
living on the edge, looking over your shoulder
Em
G
I'm a maniac, when I react, I attack,
Em
D
with a baseball bat, with intentions to crack
Em
G
Skulls and ribs, leaving mortal remains,
Em
D
temporary insanity, I'm forever deranged
Em
G
Now look at me, and tell me what you see
D
Em
How old do I look,
D
cause I can only count to
Em
three I need an education,
Em
I need some money,
D
so now I'm selling dope
Em
G
E behind bars, a cement wall
D
Em
D
With no one to write to, or no one to call
Em
And if I ever had the chance to do it over
D
Em
Do it just like I did before
D
Em
G
Em
Hardcore, leavin' dead bodies, dead bodies,
D
Em
G
F#m
dead bodies
Em
F#m
Em
D
F#m
Em
G
F#m
Em
G
D
Em
D
Em
G
Em
Thanks
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