Тональность: B minor
Verse 1
I had a nightmare that I was wack
Am
it was that you said something
dope
Fuck it, it don't matter, cause I know shit
ain't really like that
E
Cause if you said something dope,
I know somebody
Am
Somebody else probably had to write that
You on the wrong song,
I'm on the right track
I hit the cypher, you bounce,
talkin' bout strict
I'll be right back!
What the fuck you comin' back for?
E
I pulled up to the front of the club
Am
You hurried and scurried up
out the back door
Just in time before your ass
got a cracked jaw
E
Am
Mad cause I stack more
than what the
Lakers signed
Shaq for
Incredible rhymin',
what the hell am I sellin' crack for?
E
Am
I'm real, you a actor I'm hot
and you just not a factor
You on some bout to do,
I'm on some already done shit
E
I'll burn you with the same lighter
Am
you just lit up your blunt with
And I done came with the style
you probably bout to come with
E
Am
You the opposite of smart feces,
get it?
Dumb shit?
Could give a fuck who you run with
Or the niggas you about to go get
E
Am
Matter of fact, go get em
You'll just be laying
on the floor with em
Looking up at me, talking about
E
Why you let the 4 -4 hit em?
Am
I really don't know these niggas
I just did a show with em
Went back to the telly and I
Hit a couple of hoes with em
Met em at the studio and just spit a
couple of flows with em
Bought a bag of dross,
sat back and got high with em
Oh yeah, that's good to know
Now you about to die with em
Head straight to the pearly gates
E
Say hi to the big guy with em
Am
Or take it to that other level
Down with the devil and fry with em
Grumble and groan, piss and moan,
boo -hoo and cry with him
E
At least go home and tell his
Am
mama bye -bye with him
Cause
Duke, I'm the hottest nigga
on earth right now
F
Am
Ain't bust my gun in nine months
and bout to give birth right now
Run all up in a nigga hood and take
his turf right now
E
Nothing's what your life
Am
is worth right now
I've been to shit for too long,
it's about time I burst
E
A &R's ready to quit cause
Am
they ain't find me first
Rec and label's ready to shut down
cause they ain't sign me first
E
Am
But let me stop right here cause I know y
'all niggas dyin' to rewind my verse
Guess y don't know how we gets it on
From 12 midnight to the cracks of dawn
Got girls in the back takin'
off their gowns
E
Am
If y feel it, then something's wrong
If y 'all don't know how it gets it on
E
Am
From 12 a .m. to the early morn
If you're sittin' on things,
then blow your horns
E
Am
If you're not, then something's wrong
Word is born
I came out of rap training camp
as the reigning champ
And laid motherfuckers down
just like the pain of a cramp
I won't stop till I see my face
and my name on a stamp
And y 'all still won't be able to
stick me or fuck with me
I'm bout to leave my mark
on this game like a
Buff 50
E
Am
Took shots, but I ducked swiftly,
you just missed me
Fuck
Alice,
Ralph
Ed
Norton, and fuck
Trixie
I'ma fuck like it's
my honeymoon till I touch 60
You ain't a thug,
so don't try to get tough with me
If you think about tryin' to hit
me, you get snuffed quickly
Deep down, hate
Bobby
Brown, but love
Whitney
E
At times, I wish it was
Am
O .J. and the glove fit me
Then I wouldn't have to hear none
of you whack niggas
Talkin' bout how you cruise
rich and you stack figures
In my hands,
a chrome gun with a black trigger
E
Am
I know you think your shit's big,
but our pack's bigger
Just ask your wife, cause I blasted her pipes
Am
Strip to pass me the knife,
would you ask for your life?
You's a pussy, I can tell by your song
Am
I can tell by your thong
Got sugar in your tank,
you probably shit syrup
The world's about to see
what it is when I hit
Europe
And when I come back
home for my birthday
E
I'ma do another video,
Am
too explicit to play, let's
Guess y 'all don't know
how we hits it on
E
Am
From 12 midnight to the cracks of dawn
Got girls in the back takin'
off they thongs
Can't feel it, then something's wrong
If y 'all don't know how he gets it on
Look from 12 a .m. to the early morn
If you're sittin' on things,
then blow your horn
E
Am
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Niggas feel me like the
Pharoah 8s I take out pretty
Am
Or thug niggas with their hair in braids
Then fuck your girl through
that thing she wearin'
E
Get her pregnant, delete that bitch,
Got mad cars,
you probably ain't been in a
Jaguar
Am
Justin's, why you hang
out in a fag bar?
Scared of jail, but at home you tryna ride
E
When you got inside,
Am
you got sodomized by a lot of guys
Girls pile up in young
Z -Room
E
Am
I fuck the wives of about 20
brooms on they honeymoons
We had a shack sellin' bottles of rock
E
And so much dope came,
Am
we remodeled the spot
That's why y kept spinnin',
Tim's lip, he didn't
See you grinnin' when I stop and
the rims keep spinnin'
Fuck with
Z, I'll bash your face
I fucks with
Master
Ace, bitch
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