Тональность: Ab major
Intro 1
Em
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F#
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E
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F#m
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G#m
F#
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E
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Verse 1
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F#
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F#
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Over 100 soldiers died this month, I drop info
Out of a hundred, the majority was
Negroes
George
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F#
Bush is on the roll like a round hero
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B
They still find the human
remains at ground
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zero
They found them in the sewer,
yeah it shows
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A
All men, yo, I guess that's why
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they call it a manhole
When we say
F#
BET, we ain't tryna spell bet
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Black
Entertainment,
E
Now
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Serena, wait till my album drop
F#
He hop up, I clap him in his hip
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You could call it hip -hop
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B
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Rappers be actin' like they
tougher than they really is
F#
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So I sit him in wheelchairs like
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E
Jada pickin' kids
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You was puttin' your
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sneakers on the wrong feet
When
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F#
A
Pa poose was reppin' for the streets
Man, the feet,
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you might as well face your defeat
I had you lookin' at the feet
B
A
F#
Uh, they say the game has
the belly of a beast
Blunts for fingers and hol
C#m
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F#
Wire taps for ears,
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B
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Nike ears for feet
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F#
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Blasphemy for prayers,
a system for a heart
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Rap music for beats, heroin for a son
And is married to the streets,
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crack pipes for lungs
F#
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And he never sleeps,
F#
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F#
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just spas with dice in his eyes
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Loves life cause he likes when it dies,
F#
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with a baking soda soul
F#
B
E
He caught fuck pleasure,
F#
A
clothes made out of dollar bills
That he sold together,
he knows, he's clever
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F#
Jealous his house,
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all the liquor that's poured out
C#m
C#
C#m
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Goes right in his mouth,
rides around on a straight bullet
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With prostitutes, pimps,
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dope dealers and killers
B
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was tied to it to pull it,
B
F#
Stripper slide down his legs
B
A
And he's known to ride
around with the feds
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He's out there, out there, out there,
out there, out there
Don't call me the ghost no more,
call me the phantom
Real brothers love a street,
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brothers understand them
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This is for the man with his
Right at this moment,
I know we need atonement
But
Malcolm is dead and
Martin is dead
The gun is the barber,
let me know who on the part in they head
F#
F#
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And I'm back to the clip, feel to the top
F#
F#
Ill grill with a bop,
police comin' through, kids still a rock
I don't give a
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F#
F like I wanna die, cause I'm gon' die
F#
You too, figure, don't go who, figure
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Wanna play the game,
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find out who's who, figure
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After you do that,
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find out who's true, figure
A lot of brothers died over
BS, nonsense
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School of hard knots,
no parent -teacher conference
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Gotta learn the rules real fast, move fast
Stand up and mash so they
know that you ass
Ooh, yeah, yeah, say that
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Before it was radio, before it was videos
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Before it was magazines,
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put the cameras down
This what it was, it's
Cypher
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360 degrees of cypher,
show y 'all cats how to rhyme, man.
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