Тональность: F major
Verse 1
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Gm
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Aight 1 2
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yeah yeah yeah (Yeah son)
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On the mic one time (No diggedy)
For your motherfuckin mind
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Ready to rock rough rhymes
Redman Yeah
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We're gonna set it off one time
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Ready to rock rough rhymes
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Gm
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D
Here we go yeah yeah
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(Yo P yo D why them bitches be on
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your dick let em know son)
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PMD see Dogg 'cause I
Verse 2
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I get the fuck down tonight
D
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Yo I'm lethal like injections,
teachin' niggas lessons
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I fry that ass up like I'm Wessun
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So come equipped and I don't
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'cause if you slip I sink
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that ass just like a ship
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I got the mic in my grip,
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the heat is on my hip
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Just in case niggas want to flip
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I see my niggas in sight,
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Comin' out of fuckin' Crown Heights
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Ain't no chips on my shoulder
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My shit be on point like a soldier
Gm
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It's the evil that men do, who we do?
D
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I do you and your whole fuckin' clique
D
Click, the gun is on cock,
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I wet that ass up like a mop
Well lord, yeah just to follow
my man on the verse
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It's the see- Dogg yeah
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time to call a hearse
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So back up off the mic and let me
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rumble through your woofer
D
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I got rough but know I'ma get rougher
It's the quart drinker so
turn up the level
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I came to get raw plus
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wicked like the devil
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It's the no- hold- barred, shit is wild
D
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I got the eye to the double L
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And I don't be no rookie or no beginner
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I gets badder than a mother
D
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Ready to rock
Verse 3
rough rhymes
D
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Ready to rock rough rhymes
D
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Ready to rock rough rhymes
D
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Ready to rock rough rhymes
Verse 4
D
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Ready to rock rough rhymes
D
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Ready to rock rough rhymes
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Ready to rock rough rhymes
Verse 5
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It's the see- Dogg back with 12 new rides
D
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Wit the ill all- out tight shit for your head
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It's the man that'll make
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nigga's rhymes proper dead
So get ready,
D
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always on my worst behaviour
D
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Up in the booth yeah breakin' mad flavors
Gm
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D
So back up off the mic an
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d let me show my skill
It's the Scheme,
D
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yeah niggas got to chill
Peace to my nigga DL wit the beat
And peace to all my niggas
D
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on Union Street
Gm
And to ya fake ass nig
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A DL year, the whole E is talkin'
D
G
Oh yeah, bringin' up the rear and we don't
front (Never that nigga)
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We're comin' mad thick
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and we're on the hunt
Gm
D
So why you want to test and
D
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I'm comin' mad wilder than the West
I leave you sooped like a sale, I never fail
D
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I boost a track up like the third rail
D
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Fake MC's endangered like a species
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Your shit stinks like
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motherfuckin' faeces
Gm
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D
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I'm chillin' and relaxin' in the maxin
D
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Your style is improper like a fraction
Yo I'm out to get mine
(Get yours nigga)
Ready to rock rough rhymes Ready to rock rough rhymes
Verse 6
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Ready
to rock rough rhymes
Ready to rock rough rhymes
Verse 7
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Ready to rock rough rhymes
D
Ready to rock rough rhymes
Ready to rock rough rhymes
Ready to rock rough rhymes
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D
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Well lemme come and get a little
Verse 8
bit,
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son I'm feelin' it, it's the
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Bubbly
Niggas know the deal I got the steel
Cm
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in case the trouble- be
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Got more coupe- rs than
Isuzu, kid I bruise you
Abuse you,
my sewer style will confuse you
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I got the touch so niggas spark the Dutch
I'm guaranteed to rip and bend your microphone,
now touch and plus
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We kick that ass back up
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off just like a Lear
See ya and too bad I wouldn't
Why'know the deal when I see ya,
nigga chalk it up
'cause if a nigga think he got the flow,
I sop it up
So now get up so you can
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hear the rest of this
Yo Boogie Banger show them
why we be the best at this
Yo, yo niggas bust this,
a nigga do justice like day
We're walkin' down the street,
we're watchin' bitches like slay
Niggas rave and rant but
can't get it, dig it
Shit is on lock and motherfuckers
can't pick it
I'm runnin' with fools with more
jewels than Freddy Blassy
My rap drivin' niggas crazy like a taxi
Perhaps we should leave
ya layin' on ya back
I'm richer than Richie Rich and
quicker with the gat, black!
For the cash I bash ya head
to make ya stutter
Then I hit you with the toast for fuckin'
with bread and butter, cousin
Nigga a- hah, laugh then stash the tracy
The limit's the sky,
I'm stayin high like aces
But doper, my styles is fat
like Al Roker
Chiggity choke a nigga to sleep,
I don't know ya
Biggity blow your mind,
fuck the beef and fuck the swine
Nigga I'm
Ready to rock rough rhymes Ready to rock rough rhymes
Verse 9
Ready
to rock rough rhymes
Ready to rock rough rhymes
Ready to rock rough rhymes Ready to rock rough rhymes
Verse 10
Ready to rock
rough rhymes
Ready to rock rough rhymes
Verse 11
Son, ha, diggy Das, diggy Das, diggy Das
Solid Scheme,
word bond son (Shit come thick)
Why'nah how we do!
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