Тональность: E minor
Verse 1
Gm
Eb
Cm
Gm
Eb
Cm
Yo,
Gm
Eb
the saga begins, begin war
I draw first blood,
be the first to set it off
Gm
My cause, tap all jaws,
We takin' what's yours,
we do jux, rush the doors
Gm
Here come the D's,
Eb
time to make breeze and guns toss
In full force, my team'll go
at your main source
Gm
My 9 Taurus hit bosses
Your whole setup,
from the ground up, we lock shit
Gm
Blood flood your eye, fuck
Switch to killer instincts
'fore niggas pop shit
Gm
Yo, nigga Noyd, what's the topic?
Eb
Nine pound, we rocked it
'96, strike back with more hot shit
Eb
my team'll glow like radiation
With no time for patient
or complication
Gm
Let's get it done right,
my clique airtight
Eb
Trapped in a never- ending gunfight
Gm
So niggas lose stripes or lose life
Jail niggas sendin' kites to the street
Eb
Over some beef that
wasn't fully cooked
Gm
Finish 'em off, well- done meat
Eb
Then send .22 slug to your head
Cm
Travel all the way down to your leg
Verse 2
Gm
Ay o, it's Hell on Earth
Eb
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line
Gm
And the enemy is one- time
Dm
Eb
I ain't gotta tell you
It's right in front of your eyes
Gm
Ayo, it's Hell on Earth
Eb
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line
Gm
And the enemy is one- time
Eb
I ain't gotta tell you
Yo, it's right in front of your eyes
Verse 3
Gm
Eb
We rep the QBC, nigga, rep yours,
it's all love
Milli' stacked down,
heavily guarded by hollow- tip slug
Gm
Eb
Then crack down on wannabe thugs
Adapt to gat sound and bow down
Gm
Slow the fuck up,
see how my foul now
Eb
Articulate, hittin' body parts
to start shiftin' shit
Never hesitant,
it's the rap game unlimited
Gm
Dm
Sign my roster, we can do this,
Then reminisce twenty years later
Gm
how we was gettin' it
Either with me, go against the grain,
Eb
you better hit me
Leggin' me or robbin' me,
niggas better body me
Gm
'Cause it's a small world and niggas
Eb
talkin' like bitches
Bitches singin' like snitches,
pointin' you out in pictures
Gm
Dm
Eb
'Cause she rep the QBC faithfully,
playa- hatin' me
All that bullshit is just makin' me
Gm
More the better to concentrate
Eb
on gettin' cheddar
If shorty set you up, you better dead her
Gm
I told you, shape and mold you,
Eb
son you, then I hold you
Like a pimp,
mind control you, double- edge blow you
Gm
In the B- I like I'm supposed to,
Eb
the clique is coastal
International, you local
Gm
Bacardi mix physically fix
Eb
Hit you with shit that'll leave
a loose nigga stiff
Cm
Probably thick, son, I solved 'em
Gm
Pulled him in my world and
Eb
evolved him to chaos
Walk the beat like around the way cops
Gm
the average pitstop
Eb
QB City, Godfather Pt III
Gotti, Gambino, and Ty Nitty
Scarface, rest in peace
Verse 4
Gm
Eb
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line (front line)
Gm
And the enemy is one- time (one- time)
Eb
I ain't gotta tell you
Ayo, it's right in front of your eyes
Eb
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line (front line)
Gm
And the enemy is one- time (one- time)
Dm
Eb
I ain't gotta tell you
Cm
Ayo, it's right in front of your eyes
Gm
Yo, the heavy metal king, hold
Verse 5
Dm
Eb
big shit with spare clips
You see eclipse when the MAC spit,
Gm
your top got split
Layin' dead with open eyes,
Eb
close his eyelids
Turn off his lights,
switch to darkness
Cm
Gm
It's deep in the abyss of street life
Dm
Eb
Blood on my kicks, shit on my knife
You's the wild child,
Kicko turnin' men into mice
Gm
I was born to take power,
Dm
Eb
leave my mark on this planet
The phantom of crime rap,
niggas is left stranded
Gm
Shut down your operation,
Eb
closed for business
Leave a foul taste in your
mouth like Guinness
Gm
Dm
Eb
P.O.W. niggas is found M.I.A.
We move like special forces,
Green Beret
Gm
Eb
Heavily around my throat, I don't play
Shit brand new,
Gm
back in '89, the same way
Dm
The God P walk with a limp, see
Eb
But simply, to simplify shit,
Gm
no man can go against me
Dm
Test me, you must be bent,
Eb
G, don't tempt me
I had this full clip for so long,
it needs to empty
Gm
The reason why it's full for so long
Eb
'cause I don't waste shit
You properly hit,
blood in your mouth so you could taste it
Dm
Eb
I lay back and watch the world spin
I hear thugs claimin' that they gonna
Gm
rob the Mobb when they see us
Eb
I tell you what, black, here's the issue
It's a package deal, you rob me,
you take these missiles
Gm
Eb
Along with that, I ain't your average cat
Fuck rap, I'm tryna make cream
and that's that
Gm
Whatever it takes,
Eb
however it gots to go down
Four mics on stage,
a motherfuckin' four- pound
Gm
Speakers leakin' out sound and niggas
Eb
leakin' on the ground
I could truly care less,
Gm
the God gon' get his regardless
Blow- for- blow,
Eb
let's find out who hit hardest
This rap artist used to be a
stickup artist
Gm
Dm
Eb
Sometimes I test myself, see if I still got it
A live nigga stay on point,
Gm
never disregard shit
Dm
Or forget the essence
Eb
from which I emerged
P is sick, so save that bullshit
for the birds (nigga)
Gm
Live up to my words, if I got beef,
Eb
niggas comin' in herds (nigga)
We flush through,
Gm
your clique get purged (word up)
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