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