Тональность: D minor•
Verse 1
A
Done been through it all, man
Blood, sweat and tears,
niggas is dead and shit
What the fuck else can happen, yo?
Bb
Dm
I don't think much more, son,
We done seen it all,
and been through it all, yo
Bb
Let y'all niggas know right now
Dm
Word to mother, for real, for real
A
That shit is the truth, I'm not lyin'
Verse 2
Dm
I put my lifetime in between
Dm
I'm the quiet storm nigga who
fight rhyme
A
P, yeah, you heard of him, but I ain't
concerned with them
Nigga, I pop more guns than
you holdin' them
Dm
A
Dm
A
Make my route while the
sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten in broad daylight,
get right
Fuck your life! Hop on
my '98 dirt bike
You try to stop mines from growin'
Dm
I'll make your blood stop flowin'
A
Take affirmative action,
Dm
A
to any ass if he askin'
Now here come the MAC-
10
You's a dick blower,
tryin' to speak the Dunn language
Dm
What the drilly with that
though? It ain't bangin'
Dm
phonics, Infamous- bonics
A
Lyin' to the Pop Dog like you got it
You ain't no wildin' out for
the Knife- Fist thrower
Rusty shank holder,
we live this shit
Verse 3
Dm
'Cause it's the real shit,
shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit
A
Have you wildin' out
when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD,
'cause it's never enough
Verse 4
Bb
It's the real shit,
Dm
shit to make 'em feel shit
Bb
Dm
Lump 'em in the club shit
Have you wildin' out
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD,
Verse 5
'cause it's never enough
Dm
Bb
Yo, the P rock forty inch cables,
Dm
drinkin' White Label
My chain hang down to my dick,
my piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns before
the fame, duke
A nigga like me hold TEC's, are
Goin' through the emotions of gun
holdin'
Long shotgun's down
my pants leg, limpin'
Killa B, you still livin',
even my pops too
Dm
He taught me how to shoot when I was seven
I used to bust shots crazy, I couldn't
even look
Because the loud sound used
to scare me
I love my pops for
A
that, I love my nigga D. Black
I'll take the life of anybody tryin'
to change what's left
And through all of that a nigga
ain't scared of death
Dm
All y'all brand new niggas
just scared to death
I spent too many nights sniffin'
Bb
coke, gettin' right
Dm
Wastin' my life, now I'm tryin'
to make things right
A
Grand open some gates, invest
in the rag business
Do things for the kids, the little Dunns
Build a jungle gym behind the crib,
Dm
so they can enjoy youth
CBR's and VCR's, ATV's and
big screen TV's
Nigga, please don't make
me have to risk my freedom
A
We worked our whole life for this,
you get your shit beat in (for real)
Verse 6
Dm
'Cause it's the real shit,
shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit
A
Have you wildin' out
when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD, 'cause it's never enough
Verse 7
Bb
It go one, two, three to the fourth
That nigga P- Double got
Dm
Bb
that shit for y'alls
A
Peoples to rock to, stirrin'
up pots of brew
In hell's kitchen, I chef
the impossible
To serve hot plates all
across the Unified States
Dm
Sit down and sup' with the top rap reps
We the streets that's watchin',
boy, move diligent
A
You better walk like a nigga
on a tightrope do
Dm
Infamous first infantry,
first division, fourth mission
First assignment,
A
give 'em that shit they been missin'
My new edition's way bitchin'
Those that listen get
addicted to my diction
Fuck rhymes,
I write prescriptions for your disease
Dm
Generic raps just not potent like P's
One- thousand one- hundred
A
CC's on the throttle
I peel off, chest naked on Katanas
Spaghetti head, Mobb niggas is full bred
Fully- blown melanin tone
I rock skeleton bone shirts and verses
Dm
But thirst for worse beats
So I can put more product out on the street
Get respect and love
all across the board
for keepin' it raw
Nothin' less or more,
I score every time for sure
While the rest of y'all niggas just nil
Verse 8
Dm
'Cause it's the real shit,
shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit
A
Have you wildin' out
when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD,
'cause it's never enough
Verse 9
Dm
It's the real shit,
shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit
Have you wildin' out
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Dm
Have a nigga OD, 'cause it's never enough (the real,
Outro 1
hip hop)
A
Dm
A
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