Тональность: D# minor
Verse 1
Am
Yeah, that's that fuck it like filthy
G
Bb#m
G
fly shit nigga my bitch
Am
Chuck Norris is a motherfucker
Nem's gutter, Arch I see you,
Am
Tryna get up there bae
I'm like 250 tryna catch up
I'm a fresh all star you a shitty rookie
Put some blush on your
box you pretty pussy
The gods spit, only that hard shit
And really I'm what's up like
Dm
Am
heaven and hard dicks no ho mo
Knock a nigga out for promo,
remember it, write it down, take
a motherfuckin' photo
Niggas like you get beat up,
and you couldn't get a buzz
like you was sippin' beer out of a teacup
G's up, hoes down,
if that was the case
then your bitch would be
considered underground
Art smoke pounds, but nah not nims,
cause I don't get high like
Dm
a plane without wings
Am
You lame without friends,
you ashamed with those Tims
They on the fuckin' lean
like a cup of Permethazine
To your mother, I'm everything
Nigga, turn my motherfuckin' mic off,
let my niggas speak
Am
Yo, you got your jaw rocked,
now you pleain' to fit
Arrange pain for lame shits
off the meat, my fist
Deplode your goods,
make you come off it quick
Goons on tunes for real dough,
we lit as shit
Dm
Am
Yo, you got your jaw rocked,
now you pleain' to fit
Arranged pain,
phalanges all can meet my fist
D -Bow the goods,
we make you come off it quick
Booms on tunes,
for real though, we lit as shit
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
I throw blows like Ali, tackling bait
Swing my sword like Troy
to land in your face
Pause, I take the game,
way beyond rap
You hard -boiled,
I move like Chow Yun -Fat
You spit my food,
I threw a wrench in your program
Digga brought
Ridiculous like my last name's Johan
She yappin' like a man gon' stress me
C
Dm
Solid bitch, I burn fat like Xantrex III
Am
What you thought was Idam Lan,
you know it wasn't
Spaz off the job before she rolled
a whole a husband
We do this for real,
so don't come around frontin'
Erase the mean muggin',
Dm
want your face, get bunched in
Am
Move like I'm on the clock
My international hustle,
leave yours on the block
Pitch a good bitch,
but you ain't gon' bop
I'm a don everywhere I go,
Am
Yo, you got your jaw rocked,
now you pleain' to fit
Arrange pain for lame shit,
talk to meet my fist
Deploy your goods,
make you come off it quick
Goons on doom for real,
though we live this shit
Yo, you got your jaw rocked,
now you pleain' to fit
Arranged pain, for lame shit
talk to meet my fist
D -Bow you're good,
we make you come off it quick
Booms on tunes for real dough,
we lit as shit
Wild Elephants nigga, fuck your life yo
Class is a session,
magnums and wessons
Flash a pedestrian, make em freeze
Then you grabbin' possessions
Have any questions?
They have to respect it
Jooks 101 and the butt of a gun
To make a good, lasting impression
Dm
Am
That don't work, start blastin'
your weapon
And they seem wealthy for that cabbage
I splatter your melon and eat healthy
The streets help me survive
and provide nourishment
OGs help keep me alive,
Dm
very encouraging now
Am
I'm a walking nightmare in the flesh,
professional cat -pillar
I've been compared to the best,
the Ted Fundys,
the Jeffrey Diamonds
and Charles Manson
Give the order, my goons are kicking
Dm
the doors of your mansion
Am
No talking, hit the floor dawg,
I want it all kid
Money, jewels,
or whatever's in the safe behind the portrait
If we stall or hesitate,
and try to make my fellas wait
We gon' re -decorate with white
Outro 1
chalk and yellow tape
Am
Am
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