Тональность: E minor•
Verse 1
Em
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Yeah
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C
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Em
What do you see
D
C
D
Em
Welcome to this
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah,
D
C
The youngin's why I stay awake
Your day up with a cater
D
like it's nothin' to it
Hit 'cha up, then get a rush
while you gushin' fluid
Em
Get it soft, whip it raw,
put some cuttin' to it
Ten toes to the tar,
D
mobbin' in that bucket and fuelin'
and it's with the business
D
Slidin', ridin' with a life sentence
Em
Relentless for the scratchin',
got a batch countin' minutes
Pills crisscrack, black,
and a couple pounds of grimace
D
C
So they lockin' down them jacks
and servin' it to the tenants
D
Hoodies on the goons, Mack,
murderous apprentice
Em
Just might burn ya, Ike Turner,
he's a menace
Go ahead and light that burner,
Pie Turner, he's a chemist
D
C
Blossom scarred off
amphetamines in Guinness
that he'll never need a dentist
Em
He failed out of school,
but he's hardly a retard
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C
Street smart, G -card, not a blemish for real
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Em
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C
Uh -huh
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Em
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C
My relics married to the hood
No prenup and ain't nothin'
on they ring finger
D
Somethin' chunky on the hip
Em
that'll steam clean ya
Rock and roll, let the brooks bring,
steam ya
Dream team of the beam
D
and you ain't seen me
C
Nah, my niggas die young or forever bald
D
Fully convinced of the lie
that they will never fall
broad day with the philly thang
So never brawl on broadway
C
Cause you will get your face knocked nigga
D
50 round clip, even stray shots hit ya
Em
They watching niggas off
of grams of bass rock mister
You better not never let
D
them state cops get ya
is buryin' blacks
enhancements
and terrorist acts
Em
D
Losin' the future got me real sick,
real spit
I'm prayin' the truth,
Em
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he will get free loot next
C
D
In my head, in my head
Welcome to this livin' hell
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C
Where only the Lord can get us lost
D
Em
In my head, in
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And they say what's the
can't nobody blame them
for the way they are
D
They were born in hell,
they just learned to play they part
Em
These pigs ain't tryna help
these kids
the way they say they are
But it's time to break the glass
D
and get about that J .A .R.
C
That paper gon' enslave you
for it saves you, Nick
D
When you locked away that night
you play with ain't gon' raise your kids
Em
And it ain't gon' save your soul,
cause you came by your mouth
Ain't no excuses,
D
he's the truth to what you lyin' bout
C
God exists, homie, it's obvious,
it's a basic fact
the nation's just faithless,
so they won't face the facts
Em
So you'll walk away from your creator
to make your papers stack
But ain't no guarantee he'll
take you back,
D
why would you play with that?
C
It's so disgusting how they treat him
D
though he chose to love him
But he's no sucker,
he will sleep you niggas robotussin'
Em
I don't want for nothin',
I ain't ballin' and
don't need to be greedy
Too easily can keep you blind
D
to what you need to see
C
How you desert your kids,
and neglect your fam
D
The way you love no chick,
and you respect no man
Em
And you reject the hand that feeds you,
tryna feed yourself
You ain't concerned with pleasing God,
D
you tryna please yourself
C
You're a slave to your behavior,
He can break them chains
D
Cause when the grave
is where they lay ya,
it's too late for change
Em
They say live for the moment,
enjoy your pride for pleasure
But when you die, you fry forever,
C
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Em
Boom! Yeah, Yeah
Welcome to this living hell
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C
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Where only the lord can get us well
Em
Yeah
Welcome to the terror dome
D
Where suffering is all we ever
Outro 1
know
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Em
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Em
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