Тональность: G minor
Verse 1
Em
B
Em
Tryin'
D
B
Em
to make
D
a dollar out of fifteen cents
Em
D
How come when I was down you wasn't
Em
D
Em
brown nosin'
Verse 2
Em
See it's a fucked up life that I'm livin' in
D
Em
D
I slang cola cause I didn't
Em
have no dividends
D
My baby mama stressin'
she don't wanna slang dope
Em
The ghetto's tryin' to kill me
D
Em
which way should I go
D
Now I'm on the corner
Em
takin' penitentiary chances
D
Em
Even though there's marks on my
D
Em
turf that can't stand me
D
I think to myself, when should I leave
Em
Too say fuck em' nigga till
I guess I'm a G about my
Em
scrilla cause they bashin'
D
Crews know that P is quick to put
Em
em' in that casket
D
The game got me streesin' but
Em
the game gon' stress out
D
Em
D
Even though the task just
Em
D
raid a nigga's house
Em
Took a loss in the game tryin'
D
Em
to bubble up
D
Em
Find the P deep in the grind slang
in' dope fiends double ups
D
Em
And pretty soon I'll be back to a whole thing
D
If I had to do it again I'd probably
Em
do the same thing
D
Man it ain't nothin'
Verse 3
but a
Em
D
Em
thang to let ya nuts hang
D
Em
D
Cause in this game a million niggas
Em
D
tried to fuck the same thang
Em
D
Em
I know it be like on,
D
Em
D
Em
on my block
D
Em
D
Em
Niggas must be on the cell while
D
another's on the short stop
Em
D
It won't stop and
D
Em
G
Em
Tell me another quick way for a
D
nigga to check a grip, shit
I'm kind of in a rush,
it's kind of like a must
Em
To get some, in God we trust
Verse 4
D
Em
Bein' broke sure ain't no joke
D
I barely got enough money to
Em
D
buy me a whole loaf
Em
Niggas be spendin' money
like records
D
Em
So I move from Mike Chester to
D
Girbaud pocket
Em
D
Cause a lesson is a nig
Em
D
ga will shoot
No playin' hoops,
he ain't gon' never see no signs or no quick loot
Em
D
Dank costs ten and
Em
the drey costs five
D
Em
So I gots have more in my pocket than
D
Em
D
a nickel and a dime, bitch
Em
Gold fronts in my mouth,
Verse 5
D
Em
D
hella dope and got my bags tight
Em
Bitches on my dick cause they
D
Em
D
know the P rags are tight
Em
D
Em
But I ain't trippin' off no
D
hoochies with no lil' skirt
Em
D
Em
D
Em
D
I'd rather deal with them turks,
D
Em
They caught up in some dirt
D
Em
Cause I'm the Ice Cream
Man droppin' off hella loads
D
Vanilla, stawberry, cherry bitch
Em
I even got Rocky Road
Em
I know you dope fiends wanna lick
D
But that's gon' cost you twenty
Em
bones in case you wanna hit
I love you, you love me
But this ice cream don't go for free
It's a ten, twenty, fifty,
hundred dollar sack or cone
D
And if you ain't spendin'
Em
bring yo broke ass on
D
Golds on my vehicle,
Em
fools they can 't see me though
Em
that's plenty meet me at the liquor store
Fiends want credit but
cha' know I can't fade ya
Em
D
When you get cha' cash together
Em
call me on my pager
D
I'm stressin' off the game,
Em
I barely gets sleep
D
I just had to bail my lil'
partner last week
In and out of aves gettin'
Em
chased by the 5- 0
D
Em
Gettin' my hustle on, a way of sur vival
D
And if I get caught I got play
But I ain't goin' out without
two stones to the head
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