Тональность: B major
Verse 1
E
D#
B
E
D#
B
Chorus
E
D#
B
E
Destruction terror
Verse 2
B
(Koopsta Knicca)
Look in the eyes of this
muthafuckin' wise guy
C#
C#m
I got the nine on my side
But let me tell you why
Dm
Inside the blackness of the skies
Lie the fuckein' robbers
C#m
B
Can I call it off you got the dope
You got this coke right on ya
How could you speed with the
street sweeper to yo chest
C#m
We had to spread
C#5
Aw yeah but guess what
C#
Dm
happened next
Me and my six niggas
had to rip them temples in
C#
I didn't want to kill 'em
B
But I filled 'em I ain't bullshittin'
(DJ Paul) Bitches when we see ya
we gonna get'cha
Verse 3
B
We cockin'
C#m
45's to yo tem ple
C#
Let the bullet hit'cha
Dm
We ain't gonna stop
Mark my word
C#
Ain't no shootin' in there ever
All this medicine done made
me crazy
I'm starting to lace it
C#m
C#
I should've stopped a long time ago
But I was lazy
Dm
You sissy son of a bitch
You need to turn yo self in
C#5
C#m
We want'cha bad in the south
E
The quicker the payment be
D#
B
E
D#
B
E
D#
Verse 4
B
E
D#
B
Chorus
(Juicy "J")
It's about 1'oclock AM in my hood
C#
In my set 4 deep in the steamer
Gettin' high
motherfucka up
Aftermath when I blast
C#
Leave a motherfucka bucked
B
Layin' down in the grass
Niggas acting like they hard
Pullin' cards
But they fake
C#
Niggas claiming that they bad
Looking mad for they trait
Dm
Talk down on a playa
But they smile in yo face
C#m
C#
We gonna ride on you fools
B
Get away without no case
Verse 5
killing me softly
Trying to put me to the test
C#m
Give me a fuckin' reason
C#
just to snap yo neck
Dm
I be the one with flow
that's hurting all you hoes
C#m
B
Creeping bitch at your boyfriends door
Never be out to playa hate
Strictly out for my riches
C#m
I ain't got time for this shit
C#
Cause it's money over bitches
Dm
Bustas be telling me to leave
Niggas stay out of mine
C#m
Who gives a damn what you think
B
E
D#
Bitch I'm prophet for life
B
E
D#
B
E
D#
Verse 6
B
E
D#
B
Chorus
(Lord Infamous)
Never take her for the reasons
of a killa
Six dimensions
C#m
Let the ammunition take you through
C#
The darkness of the solar system
Dm
Malice murderers of many men
Multiply incisions
C#5
C#m
They certain their vision
C#
B
Get them percision and death permission
Best believe
I keep them over seventeen
Up in any magazine
C#m
Cuaght the wicked packed
B
C#
B
That fool is jacked and catch
Dm
Having the capacity
C#
C#m
To try to pull a strap on me
C#
B
But Infamous is coming with
the motherfuckin' stack of the
Teflon plated served peala'
C#
I do not recommend fucking
with Scarcrow
B
Dm
Nigga got you making tons of enemies
Triple that much in artillery
C#
Showing no love for not anything
B
Popping yo head to the butcher swing
Polish the blade on the guillotine
Put that bitch out his misery
C#
Fuck a hoe out the galaxy
Dm
Infamous with a fatality
There's no way you can imagine
B
C#
Bodies stacked up on the battle scene
B
Living pyschopatheticly
Scarecrow terror Tennessee
E
B
D#
B
Outro 1
Chorus
B
E
B
D#
D#m
B
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