Тональность: F minor
Verse 1
F#m
E
Trying to live a life with
Desperado
Wherever he go
C#m
Trouble will follow
F#m
Trouble follows
A
That's why we outlaws
Born into a war
Wherever he go
C#m
F#m
Trouble will follow
Gotta accept the block with the game
Block with the aim
E
D
Pockets full of chains
Closets full of things
Pop you in your brain
Bm
Watch the block go insane
C#m
From the first to the fifth
F#m
Curse with a gift
Birth with the urge to flip
Slow it down to 9K,
body ready to pop
E
D
Somethin' hot up in a nigga,
C#m
simply playin' his spot
Bm
We grew up with no fathers,
C#m
we all wanna be the hardest
F#m
He got caught too many times,
can't beat the charges
A
Now we doin' more times than a little bit
D
And now another motherfucker
gotta raise his kid
Bm
We gotta change now,
C#m
Jersey got gangs now
it'll never be the same now
A
Niggas wanna bang now,
D
gotta learn the rules first
Cruisin' spurts from crime scenes,
Bm
choosin' the hurts
C#m
We usin' the dirt, whatever it's worth
F#m
To the best of my advantage,
now we scannin' the
Earth
Bm
Lookin' for food,
you lookin' at a crook in the mood
But whatever you wanna do,
I'll make trouble follow you
F#m
Act shuck, niggas are stuck,
the block is stale
Smack him once just to show him that the
Glock is real
Pac was here and
Yac was here
Nigga,
Storm and I was here, your child is here
C#m
G#m
Desperado outlaws, we was born like that
C#m
Live an d die fast, nigga,
and it's on like that
A
Wanna live the life of
C#m
F#m
Trouble will follow
A
Tryna live the life of a
D
Deserado
C#m
F#m
Trouble will follow
All he wanted to be was a soldier,
E
but soldier
D
Slain voters, a cola, be a high roller
Bm
Got a chip on his shoulder,
C#m
cause his mom's is a smoker
F#m
And his father doin' time and post
with him, he feel like life is over
As he got older,
E
started slingin' cola, even
D
Doja still couldn't blow up
C#m
Bm
No money to fold up, so he roll up
C#m
This is a hold -up, ain't nothin' funny,
But still do nothin' move, but the money,
give it to me, n***a
A
D
Cause I'm hungry, uh, n***a,
no soul, chest is hollow
Bm
Heart cold, n***a, blast with the
Texan
F#m
Pour out liquor for the dead,
homies, bless the bottle
Cause he murder his victims
A
and he press the throttle
D
In a stolen vehicle,
so that's grand theft auto
Bm
When it's murder in the first degree,
C#m
the feds follow
F#m
They just caught him,
he shot him, so he got problems
Bm
In the getaway, driver is a snitch -ass lie
Who gon' testify to save his
own ass from the fire
F#m
Now you a twenty -fighter
lifer doin' time in
Rikers
Life is shitty like a dirty diaper
West
Coast so nobody like it and they ride
So we gotta roll the scrap
G#m
like a street fighter
Shank somebody so now
C#m
he's a double lifer
You gotta be wiser,
livin' the life of a
F#m
Desperado
Bm
C#m
F#m
Wherever he goes, trouble will follow
A
Tryna live the life of a
Bm
C#m
F#m
Wherever he goes, trouble will follow
A
Tryna live a life with
Bm
Wherever he goes,
C#m
F#m
trouble will follow
A
Tryna live a life with
Bm
Wherever he goes,
C#m
F#m
A
D
trouble will follow
Bm
F#m
You
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