Тональность: D minor
Intro 1
Gm
Bb
F
Dm
Eb
Dm
Gm
Bb
F
Cm
Eb
Dm
Eb
Dm
Eb
Dm
Eb
Dm
Verse 1
Gm
I'm talkin' 50s on the 20s,
100s on the 50s
Bb
Say the feds lookin' for me,
Gm
tell them pussies come get me
Cm
Say my trap goin' hard, nigga that's how
Dm
We push it, got killers in the trees,
and I got killers in the bushes
Gm
I'm a motherfuckin' hustler,
niggas can't stop it
Bb
Players hatin' like a motherfucker,
but they still coppin' Northern
heard I had money on my head
Dm
I'm ATM up all night, bitch,
so come and get your bread
Gm
I ain't hidin' from you lames,
and I ain't hidin' from the feds
Bb
DEA ran up in my spot,
Gm
had to give me back my bread
then the motherfucker thinkin'
it's out the game
Dm
Suckers put it up out my pocket,
nine thousand and some change
Gm
I ain't even bust a sweat,
see I be in them projects
Bb
Known for them UFOs
and them foreign objects
Cm
Still waitin' for the drop,
I ain't hit the town yet
Eb
I'm still up , sky fallin',
Dm
I ain't comin' down yet
Gm
Twenty pounds of that reefer,
bricks of that Nokia
Bb
Couple Benzes, couple Pimas,
they make mines, they my divas
F
First rule of the game
is don't put nothin' in your name
Eb
But if you get caught in the lane,
Dm
it's a motherfuckin' shame
Gm
Twenty pounds of that reefer,
bricks of that Nokia
Bb
Couple Benzes, couple Pimas,
they make mines, they my divas
F
Yeah, you suckers steady goin'
thinkin' you ain't gotta learn
Eb
Pussy, he ain't put no friends up
Dm
like he ain't gotta turn
Gm
Yeah, we dippin', we swangin',
blood crippin' and bangin'
Bb
We don't never switch,
gotta represent what you claimin'
Cm
So niggas stay real,
fuck what them niggas thinkin'
Dm
One love, one life,
Gm
one marble and you stankin'
Dm
Gm
What's sexy is how you get it,
make your scent right where you live it
Bb
Niggas trappin' out they house
even though them boys gon' hit it
Cm
But money, we gotta get it,
Dm
only fears bein' broke
Gm
And I ain't never gon' choke,
never gon' flip
I'ma be the realest nigga in it,
Bb
Gm
so I'm never gon' snip
Bb
Gm
Cm
Man up , pussy nigga,
gotta ride your own shit
Dm
You only get a couple fronts,
and then you buy your own brick
Gm
Me, I wash my own hands,
clean up my own spot
Bb
The reason they kill for me,
cause I feed my own block
Cm
When them coppers hit the corner,
them fiends yellin' the D
Eb
When enemies by the jacket,
Dm
boy, my killers don't squeak
Gm
Twenty pounds of that roof,
bricks of that Nokia
Bb
Couple Benz's, Couple Pimas,
they make mines, they my divas
F
First rule of the game
is don't put nothin' your name
Eb
But if you get caught in the lane,
Dm
it's a motherfuckin' shame
Gm
Twenty pounds of that reefer,
bricks of that Nokia
Bb
Couple Benzes, couple Pimas,
they make mines, they my divas
F
Yeah, you suckers steady goin'
thinkin' you ain't gotta learn
Eb
Pussy, he ain't put no bread up
Dm
like he ain't got a turn
Gm
Check it, I've been around
since the brick game switched lanes
Bb
One spot for the bread,
the other spot to whip cane
Cm
Fully full of hollow tips,
give him hell, I make shit rain
Dm
Bloody murders over this money,
Used to play softball, now we playin' hard
Bb
Finally made it to the pros,
and yeah, we started in the yard
Cm
In a city full of tattoos,
bullet wounds, and scars
Dm
And all the dirt that we did
was just to prove who we are
Gm
So I can't fear death,
cause dyin' is unescapable
Bb
The whole world could be yours
if you tried and you're capable
Gm
Cm
Stuck to these streets
with this grind
Dm
O .T. out there catchin'
pies by the face full
Gm
Throwin' money on bitches
in cities where they playful
Bb
Floating on the cali back
of kush off some great boat
Cm
Bricks by the big rig,
choppers by the crate pool
Eb
Dm
Truce like Bishop so my
moms actin' hateful
Gm
20 pounds of that reefer,
bricks of that Nokia
Bb
Couple Benzes, couple Beemers,
they make mines, they my divas
F
First rule of the game
is don't put nothin' in your name
Eb
But if you get caught in the lane,
Dm
it's a motherfuckin' shame
Gm
20 pounds of that reefer,
bricks of that Nokia
Bb
Couple Benzes, couple Beemers,
they make mines, they my divas
F
Yeah you suckers steady goin'
thinkin' you ain't gotta learn
Eb
He said he ain't put no friends up
Dm
Gm
like he ain't got a turn
Outro 1
Gm
Bb
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