Тональность: Eb major
Verse 1
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Bm
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Killing you would be too easy, too clean.
It wouldn't hurt enough.
Not for what you've done to me. No.
C
D
For that, I wanna see you suffer.
C
I wanna make you taste.
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C
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Smell it. Live it.
C
D
Somebody wants me dead
and everyday
I feel the presence of an enemy
But I ain't goin' out like
D
I'm lovin' it when you
underestimate the southerner
C
Tryin' to infiltrate but you still ain't discover
D
the secrets of the hidden
Forbidden for mortal man to find
That's why you wanted
D
but you done lost your mind
Protected by all my brothers
that I break with
Times are hectic,
C
many casualties are expected
D
But not he, my product of
the system that I live in
That marked me,
C
and said that I would die stuck in prison
will I be caught incarcerated
With no win,
C
you heard it from the Grimm Refund,
D
and still I'ma live my life illegal
To the fullest,
C
my Desert Eagle is bloody automatic
D
And the bullets will kill a man dead
When you see me, nigga,
bring your best
C
Surrounded by opposition, I'll be
D
If only I could kill me,
maybe cause they don't feel me
So they plot to feel me,
how can they kill me?
C
When these niggas scared to get near me
D
They hide up in their windows
and watch me every step
When they thinkin' I'm creepin', nigga,
C
I done already crept
D
Off the scene with your green
mouth up and ride off
Before the night's out,
C
I gots to make it before they find out
D
Where I've been hiding out
If they do, then I have no choice
Then burn down camp like a
C
champ and match the voice
D
Clean them traces, just get off the scene
And leave it smokin', keep on jokin'
All the while I'm hopin'
these market niggas
C
ain't take that end over jokin'
I'm on a mission like Steven Seagal
Summoning the Punished,
the Pitiful,
C
what's sad to dig on with y 'all?
D
I'ma ride with ya, ride with ya
Let's collide, if don't mind,
C
then click and bite, nigga
I'ma coincide with your
D
wanted and bed -dead
Before my tombstone lay me to rest
C
Better get to your game, bitch
D
I know I'm off to death, man
C
D
Look upon this madman I'm dead
C
And I don't even know it
D
These probably be my last words
So I'ma get to talkin' in these days
I gotta stay paid for this world
C
Lay with me under the grave
D
My tombstone, reason I'm gone
Can't come back home, I'm off to death
C
For how long? I don't know,
but you I bet
I'm takin' these motherfuckers down with me
I'm in the jungle ready to rumble
C
camouflage come get me
D
I wish you would let that shit
be understood
before you try and put me out
C
D
I'm like fire to wood with gas mixed with a twist the wind
blowing while I'm throwing these thunderstorms
C
D
to keep the flames going ain't nobody knowing which England's
starting from watch the choice mister come they try to run
C
but all get done one by one
D
disintegrate when them flames
penetrate through their bones
after they don't burn them up
C
that's all they take bitches
D
so you better come with it
I'm vicious smashing your every
C
Can't stop till I drop these motherfuckers,
D
C
cause I've been warned to death
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