Тональность: D# minor•
Verse 1
Ebm
Hey pass me a beer man
Here you go
Ab
Man that nigga been standing on
Ebm
Cb
Ebm
the same goddamn spot
Am
Slagin' that shit about the last
Wit the same clothes on,
Verse 2
ain't even been home yet
Ebm
I don't even think so I wonder
if he smoking or selling
That shit he had to be smoking
or snortin' something
To up for them 4-5 days
Verse 3
Ebm
Naw, I heard he shot somebody man
For real?
That's the reason why
he probably can't go home
Yeah, you know like what
you call been missing to man
I think that's the nigga,
he suppose to be frontin' his money to
Verse 4
Ebm
That's why the police been
drivin' around so hard
Yeah, burning the spot up man, yeah
Yeah, we might need
to gone call 528-CASH
That nigga ass and turn him on in
Verse 5
Ebm
We need to man to make that
little change man
Get some mo beers or something
Yeah, we gone do that
Verse 6
Ebm
Need to hurry up and gone, turn that nigga
ass in man make
This neighborhood probably
a little bit safer man
A little bit more
Atleast for us or somthing dang
Verse 7
Ebm
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock,
pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs,
splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?
Verse 8
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip Rocks in my sock,
Ebm
pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs,
splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip,
playa can ya dig?
Verse 9
Cb
Ebm
Project Pat a nigga that's
Cb
down for his crown man
Db
Ebm
Db
If your ass step I'ma
Cb#dim
Cb
4th floor bound man that's
if I get caught man
Ebm
Push me to the edge so it
Cb
really ain't my fault man
Verse 10
Cb
Ebm
See I gotta die man,
Cb
don't you even try man
Db
Ab
Ebm
Enemies gone bleed once,
Cb
Ebm
I let these bullets fly man
Db
Cb#dim
Db
Cb
Momma gonna cry man,
I like to get high man
Db
Ebm
Cb#dim
Niggas passing plates
Cb
snortin' line after line man
Verse 11
Ab
Cb#dim
Cb
I got's to get mine man,
robbing was the crime man
Ebm
Cb
That a nigga did but I done
Db
serve my time man
Put that all behind man,
Cb
get out on the grind man
Cb#dim
Ebm
Slang some of this dope in
Cb
Ebm
the steets or my ride man
Verse 12
Cb
See I ain't a fool man,
fuck listen to you man
Ebm
Ab
Ebm
Why you in my grill? And
Cb
you knowin' we ain't cool man
Project ain't a duck man,
see I know waz up man
Ebm
Get up off my dick like
Cb
Ebm
a motherfucking slut man
Verse 13
Ebm
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock,
pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs,
splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip,
Verse 14
playa can ya dig?
Ebm
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock,
pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs,
splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip,
playa can ya dig?
Verse 15
Ebm
Where I'm from man, ain't no sunshine
Cb
Ebm
Cb
Ebm
Cb
Only shine on a doggs ass if his
Ebm
ass don't get on the grind
Doin' time help a nigga out
Cb
to clear up my head
Ebm
Cb
Use to have a shank and a
knife that was by my bed
Verse 16
Ebm
dead working in the streets
Cb
Ebm
But the streets is the only thang I see
payin' me quarter key fuck
Servin' deals rockin' to the shake
slangin' guns slangin' TV's
Cb
Ebm
Man, I'm tryin' to make all I can
Cb
my nigga puncho at a hoes house
Verse 17
Ebm
Get her drunk, take her to the back,
Cb
put dick in her mouth
Ebm
Leave the front door unlocked,
Cb
Ebm
my nig turn the radio
Db
Cb
Pull the car up into the yard,
cleaning out the hoe
Ebm
Db
You should know that a burglary
Ebm
Cb
Ebm
really ain't for me
Verse 18
Ebm
I just got out the tentary
Cb
Ebm
tryin' to get my feet
Get the cheese off the merchandise,
went a bought a deal
Nigga , please you say you
Verse 19
don't steal I'ma keep it real
Ebm
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock,
pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs,
splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip,
Verse 20
playa can ya dig?
Ebm
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock,
pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs,
splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip,
playa can ya dig?
Verse 21
Ebm
Hataz like to get a playa twisted
in that bullshita
Cb
Ebm
And game splita I'm also a
Cb
wig splita your ass getta
Ebm
Shoot up by the 9 m ila,
your cap I drilla
When fucking with real nigga
Cb
the chrome trigga
Verse 22
Ebm
Shall regulate a punk quicker
Ebm
a bullet hit ya
Cb
I'm zoned of that brown
Ebm
liquor you need
Cb
To get ya nose outta niggas biz
Ebm
quit spreadin' rumors
Cb
Like a motherfucking punk bitch,
Ebm
Db
Cb
my trunk is the bed
For a kidnapped victim,
Ebm
Cb
hollow point hit them pull out my gun
Your hands,
Ebm
Ebm
you get them up in the air
Verse 23
Cb
Ah, because you came to me in error,
don't wanna scare ya
See you have manifest in terror
Ebm
I know these bullets
Cb
Ebm
Will pop your shit off like a
meleon, let's bust it up man
Fuck man who you tellin' it's armagedeon the
North Memphis crack
We sellin' you,
Verse 24
pass me the potent weed is what they yellin'
Ebm
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock,
pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs,
splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?
Verse 25
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip Rocks in my sock,
pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs,
splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip,
playa can ya dig?
Verse 26
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip Rocks in my sock, pocket
full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs,
splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?
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