Тональность: F minor
Verse 1
Bbm
on the side of me with
my nigga Prodigy
Bb
Cm
Yeah, infamous Mobb Deep, nigga
M -O -B -B, we in the fuckin' house
C
Cm
Make some noise, nigga
Bm
Them all comin' through, no doubt,
kid
Am
Schemin' and layin'
F
with the perfect plot
We the first ones awoke
Am
and the last ones asleep
Cm
And that's why we got the drop
F
F#m
Am
Rip shows, hit hoes
F
I'm the type of nigga
F#m
that'll have your baby for the vest
F
Am
Whatever you say bounces off of me
F#m
and right back to you
F
And if it get back to us,
Am
then we clapping you, what?
F#m
Born to be wild,
Am
pushed to the front of the crowd
Top of the pile, state of the art
G#
rhymes a hundred miles
F#m
Am
I lay down on chocolate clouds
F#m
A
Am
Then pull out and let blow on any clown
F#m
Am
Listen to the glow go round
Cause my silence
is the most powerfulest
weapon yet found
F#m
Am
Hold it down, my tongue that is,
I bring the biz
Keep it tight, my mouthpiece,
suspense my clips
Gm
A#m
the scenery get highly intense
G
Am
Intelligent, gun buckers, duck fucker,
Am
I'm not signing out soldier,
rockin' launcher
F#m
Shake musketeer, face carpenter
Am
You need to downshift and slow down kid
Or get surrounded and
pounded out real quick
G
Gm
Ayo, check out what the storm
E#
C
Am
blew in
F#m
The ball comin' through,
Em
Am
Sleepin' and layin' with the perfect plot
F#m
We the first ones awoken,
Am
the last ones asleep
And that's why we got
to drive the drought
F#m
R .I shows, head colds
Am
I'm the type of nigga
that'll have your baby father vexed
F#m
Whatever you say bounces off of me
Am
an d right back to you
F#m
F
And if they get back to us,
Am
F#m
then we're clapping you, what?
Bm
Check the main attraction of this rap shit
Am
G
F#m
F
The infamous slap some shit on the track
G
F#m
And get this whole atlas wide open
Am
It's stuck on it,
G
Bm
you need to hang it up like a warning
F#m
G
Your shit pouring, rapping pouring on
Am
your head like it's storming
Hellfire, Vietnam,
your whole outfit get re -rounded
F#m
Yo, you bout it, bout it,
Am
though I doubt it, doubt it
F#m
While you girl scout it,
I'll be repping QB, drowning
Boxes of Heineken,
gin bottles with the handles
Bbm
F#m
Rubber handles and crack paper
Am
Get flipped, the stack paper,
Am
D
G
Make the power more greater,
F#m
fuck y mob haters
Am
We got y wives on the beta,
C#m
Am
why you playin' with her ?
We makin' her loose and turned on,
F#m
Am
she love when the thug is blowin'
G#
She get around when I walk around
Am
with the gun showin'
Bbm
F#m
The mob steady blowin'
with this 9A shit
C#m
Before I had my clique,
F#m
before I had my clique
Am
A nigga wasn't shit,
G
F#m
y 'all niggas wasn't feelin' this shit
Am
Now you hearin' it,
G
Am
get off my dick
F#m
Y 'all niggas sick like a virus
Am
F
I wish one of y 'all niggas try this
Am
F#m
The bar comin' through
Am
E
No doubt kids schemin' and layin'
Am
With the perfect plot
F
F#m
F
We the first ones awoke
Am
and the last ones
Asleep and that's why we got to
F#m
Drive the drugs, whip shows, hit hoes
F
I'm the type of nigga that'll
Am
Have your baby father vex
F#m
Whatever you say bounces off of me
C
An d right back to you and if
Am
Then we'll clap and you watch
F#m
The bar got it locked down,
Am
G
still heavy weights in this, the VR
New niggas was shook,
ain't it ill how we could read eyes?
Am
I'm stoppin' this,
it's approximate that you be coppin' this
Headlockin' shit,
bring it back where it's
G
Take a dose of this,
guarantee cats'll be stuck
C
F#m
Check the QBC, just a cop for musts
M .O .B .B., make no mistake,
G
Thought it was hashish,
C
but the shit was laced with dust
F#m
You all fucked up,
sharing the bread, no one to trust
Walkin' the streets with a bag of choke
and a stale Dutch
F#m
Rep the 44 side and hold
the title with pride
And when it's on,
use the infrared for God
F#m
Aim it at your rental,
I'm like liquor in the winter
Keep it warm but make things extra hot
G
when you in a fuckin' faggot
Have you hoppin' like rabbits for carrots
Am
F#m
No need to yodel,
Am
F#m
the name we already established
Them all comin' through,
no doubt, kids
Bb
C
Schemin' and layin' with the perfect plot
G#
F#m
We the first ones awoke
and the last ones asleep
And that's why we got the drop
F#m
Rip shows, hit hoes
B
I'm the type of nigga
F#m
that'll have your baby mama wet
F#m
Whatever you say
bounces off of me
Em
and right back to you
G
And if it get back to us,
then we clapping you, what do?
Them all coming through,
no doubt, kid
A#
Gm
Scheming and laying with the perfect plot
We the first ones awoke
and the last ones asleep
And that's why we got the drop
F#m
Rip shows, hit hoes
I'm the type of nigga
that'll have your baby mama wet
F#m
Whatever you say
bounces off of me
and right back to you
And if it get back to us,
then we clapping you, what do?
Them all coming through,
no doubt, kid
Scheming and laying with the perfect plot
We the first ones awoke
and the last ones asleep
and that's why we got
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