Тональность: A major
Intro 1
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Em
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Em
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Em
Verse 1
Yeah,
G
Em
50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck,
Ch -ch -ch -ch -cheez -you,
G
Em
Nick, ha ha
Vacate your home,
G
I come to break your bones
F#
America's nightmare, we at it again
Em
A desert eagle and a black
Mac -10
G
They'll never know what happened
when we come through
F#
Em
Them cowards don't want none
They screamin' that they murderers
But walkin' with no guns
G
Come here, nigga, don't run
F#
Em
Or die where you standin'
See, I'm holdin' on this cannon
And your life I'm demandin'
G
Put the pipe to your melon
F#
Em
And your brains on the pavement
These niggas is talkin'
Thinkin' security gon' save em'
F#
Em
When homicide pay a visit
Look you right in the eyes
And tell you we don't
know who did it
G
Corrupted my street corner
Em
by shooting at the police
the fiends up all night
and the neighbors getting no sleep
G
you better get used to it
F#
Em
you know how we do it
shady out the mouth in the scope
G
Am
Bb
and g -unit
B
G
F#
man
Em
i told y 'all my first dread joint
i am loco better than so -so
G
the games in the choco
Em
This means a no -no,
I perfected the slow flow
In D .C. they dance to go -go,
G
Em
in L .A. they ride on lolos
G -unit in the house, oh no,
you ain't ready, it's heavy
G
F#
Sixty -five city, old school rollin',
Twenty inches spinnin' from the beginning,
we winnin'
F#
Gators masqueradin', we pimpin',
we not pretendin'
Em
Drop top, clock clock,
ready for the drama
G
F#
Pistons pop, cops shot,
F
I'm heavy with them llamas
Em
Non -stop, make it hot,
we on top regardless
You can be the hardest,
G
F#
we'll just be the smartest
Em
I warn you not to start us,
you're not your average artist
My bitch is like a goddess,
G
F#
Em
I'm poppin' out to spot us
It's flick after flick,
same old shit that I kick
Am
We got action when you don't
Show our faces where you won't
G
F#
Em
Guess who's back, motherfucker,
a gun and a clip
Ready to smack up on these suckers
G
that's runnin' they lip
F
Em
You can try any one of my shoes on,
none of them fit
Your hunnid's a shoulder,
G
Em
I'll tell your pops his son is a daughter
All I need is some cigars
and a quarter,
a couple cars and a lawyer
F#
Count on packin' a bitch
Em
and I'll be back with a hit
I'm that sick,
who the hell you thought it was?
Bb
I got expensive habits,
F#
F
I can't af ford it cuz
Em
G -Unit is poppin'
and we performin' all the clubs
Niggas be shovin' and
and someone is gushin'
Em
Surprise, just givin' up the buns
on the cushion
C
Sweatin' and screamin',
G
F#
suckin' me off the rest of the evening
Em
And I'm leavin' on to the next city
Stash box in the bus
G
F#
so I can bring a text with me
Em
I got a blow cause I'm getting older,
you niggas ain't getting over
G -U -N -E -T
B
Am
We got action where you don't
Show our faces where you won't
F#
G
Em
G
F#
High tech, nigga
Em
G
F#
Em
Em
You
Outro 1
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