Тональность: A minor
Verse 1
C#m
G#m
C#m
G#m
I know 'Pac woulda
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G#m
loved this one here
[Chorus:
This gangsta livin', weavin' dope dealin',
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oh how it's changed
It's gettin' strange, and dangerous,
G#m
but that's the way shit goes
Verse 2
This nigga needs no introductions
I'm on this book, and I'm stuck,
C#m
I'm really the wrong one to fuck wit
See T- Double known
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for startin' problems but
C#m
G#m
K- cutter be the problem solver, if I
Sell you a book nigga stick it
'Cause for every you check you slippin'
C#m
they can call me Flipper
G#m
I only I missed a few niggaz (uh- huh)
C#m
But he lost a couple more vis-
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a kidney and his liver
Had to tell him mind me a nigga
I was like uh- huh, click click,
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see'mere, don't run nigga
G#m
All I want to know is
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Where yo' connect, where the sack,
G#m
where the money where the blow is
I heard Papi got them freighters
Now either he gon', give 'em to me,
C#m
or a nigga gon' take 'em
G#m
The dope game's just too overrated
C#m
G#m
And to tell why'all the truth a lot of
why'all ain't gon' make it
Done went from crack slingers
to R&B singers
Before the mic's on,
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you was already singin
G#m
It's just a song was a big hit
C#m
G#m
He named me and his bitch on the
Verse 3
G#m
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
Verse 4
C#m
G#m
And to hell with bein' a man about it
Shit they got fo' niggaz and one gun,
G#m
Somebody better tell 'em
C#m
And put him up on {?} somebody
G#m
fuck around and kill him
You see cause snitches get stitches
And there ain't that much of a difference
C#m
between tellin' and snitchin'
And I ain't gon' keep on talkin'
C#m
I'm gon' walk right up to you niggaz and go
G#m
off on you niggaz
And I ain't leavin' no witnesses
And don't get drunk and confess
C#m
to none of why'all misses
G#m
See I know how to control my Hennessy
C#m
I speak no ingles,
G#m
play crazy like them Dominicans
See cause poppa was a rolling stone
He said, son get your gun,
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it's a war and it's on
So why'all go on and bob
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your head to the song
C#m
G#m
Throw up the 4's for the niggaz, that's dead
Interlude 1
and gone
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Verse 5
C#m
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
G#m
I'm tired of smokin
Verse 6
'bama- ass weed
Niggaz out there sellin' backyard
C#m
boogies full o' stems and seeds
G#m
They whoopin' the rocks and
we compressin' the coke
C#m
G#m
They makin' it hard for them {?} to smoke
I went to jail tryin' to get
high; nigga told me
To go to hell went and called
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him, told him come get me out
G#m
So our father, who art in heaven
C#m
It must be the devil cause somethin'
G#m
wrong with these niggaz
Nope - and crazy ain't the word
They say the stupid shit like Trick why don't
C#m
you front a nigga a bird
G#m
Fo' what, so you can smoke it up?
C#m
Impress hoes, buy clothes,
G#m
and make a nig ga come fuck you up?
The game hard on a player
You coulda started with a block and now
C#m
workin' just for quarter fare
With all the cards I sold the hoes
G#m
C#m
left me all by myself
G#m
And the game don't even care!
C#m
Outro 1
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
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