Тональность: F minor
Verse 1
Em
G
Right gather 'round hustlas that's if
And get on down with this THC vision
Verse 2
Em
The last of a dying breed
Am
Too many whack artists
So tell em Parappa the
Em
Rapper nigga rap harder
Am
Like being garbage some type of disease
I take em out their misery
Em
G
Em
G
Make it harder to breathe
Ain't no problem to me,
Am
Em
Am
call me Father MC
Em
Pay homage to a God,
Am
bitch fall on your knees
Hood booga wannabe
Em
house wife gassed off nini
G
High sadity meanie tryna emulate the TV
Em
But this real, fuck how you feel
G
Call of Duty mode with these verses
Em
G
Am
Lot of kills first niggas doubted the flow
Now how you feel?
Em
If this was back in the days
Am
You'd get a lot of gills
Gimme mines,
Em
I really rhyme yup really I'm
Am
One of the illest niggas doin' it
Em
Or these niggas is losin' it,
silly minds
Am
They try to style on a New York nigga
Em
G
Like my flow ain't cold like
Am
Em
A New York winter i don't stunt,
G
I regulate
Am
Seen empires separate
Em
G
Am
Best friends kill best
friends everyday
Em
G
For petty sake not even
heavyweight
It's never good
There's a Rich Porter
Em
story in every hood
G
Am
DZA No matter how far we go
Em
We forever be real, we'll never fold
Know my niggas stay down,
we all we know
Am
We gotta get it so we live it just
Em
Remember what we do and won't stop
Verse 3
Am
Em
lence put a burden
on young herbs
G
Am
Once it's crackin' it's
Em
Am
a chain
Reaction minus Yung Berg
Em
I'm on the verge of excellence kill
Em off with no evidence
Am
Take a shot at the Excorcist then
Em
X em out with these words
Panoramic views be tum
Am
blin' out my mind
This ain't 1992 bullets
Em
tumblin' out no nines
G
Big AK's like Alicia Keys abbreviated
Am
And nowadays niggas stand be hind
Em
Em like Clive Davis clyde Drexler
Am
Before the hood got
Right up on the stretcher
Am
An understatement said that K
Em
G
Lamar was under pressure
Em
G
Don't press ya luck when
Am
I'm pressed for time
Em
G
Cuz when the press get this verse
Am
Their sure to press rewind
Em
The president's prayer can't save
Am
Em
Us in my cul- de- sac there's codeine
Crack and cognac
Am
enough violence to
Em
Keep the devil smilin' while
G
Am
We whilin' on them corners with
Them ropes and rats
Em
Nigga build a trap house
G
Am
Hope his homies don't run
his trap
Em
See the Feds and tap out
G
Am
that's wrestler shit
Em
Don't rest your case as a gangsta
G
Because you wrestled your bitch
We move in silence
Em
G
Like the potato tip when
Em
G
Am
we ridin'
And we ride rotten
Em
2 choppers found dirty sirens
Am
You ain't been where I been
Em
I know where I'm goin'
Am
And life's a bitch, I know that she hoing
Em
I know what I'm sewing,
I know that I'm flowing like water
From sea or water from creek
Em
Am
And if I don't speak,
I know you ain't growin
Em
Cuz I'm a leader,
Am
respect it when you see em
Accepted by yo new bitch
Em
Yo old bitch and yo BM
Am
Y'all always on that BS and
Em
PS I'm takin all fades
G
Em
G
I'm takin off first, this G6 is on it's way
Verse 4
G
No matter how far we go
We forever be real,
Am
Em
we'll never fold
Am
Em
Know my niggas stay down,
Em
G
We gotta get it so we live it just
Remember what we do and won't stop
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