Тональность: D minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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This is
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a warning I advise you all to stay alert, yo
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Reals grab the nine,
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'cause it's time to go to work
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Ask Dee, rest the rhythm,
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I hit 'em then I just split 'em
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Best to believe that's the way you
should've did him
Backing niggas down with the heat,
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Ripping through your flesh,
can you handle the pain
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I don't give a fuck,
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I never did, I never will
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A little Crooklyn Knight nigga
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with the skill to kill
Which to the point,
I will extend the trey pound
Nobody makes a move,
nobody makes a sound
Dm
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Catch mad wreck,
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raise hell with my crew
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Chillin' in the east as I sip on a brew
Drugs no frills 'cause the dutch
is the master
An individual who blows
up because I have to
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it's time for me to misbehave
Dm
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Whoever doesn't like it we can
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take it to the grave
Verse 2
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Dm
Son get wrec
Son get wrec
Dm
It's time for you to represent
Verse 3
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Eb
Son get wrec
Dm
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Son get wrec
Son get wrec
Verse 4
It's time for you to represent
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Dm
Son get wrec
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Dm
Son get wrec
Son get wrec
Verse 5
It's time for you to represent
Bb
Eb
Son get wrec
Son get wrec
It's time for you to represent
Verse 6
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I'm a grave digging nigga
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that can hold his own weight
Dm
They tried to flex on the five
now they lives is at fate
Bb
They didn't think I had enough
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heart to set off the spark
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I'm a shorty getting naughty
getting ill after dark
My eyes are bloodshot red
All the hell I feel has set the stage
In my kingdom
And not your rule in every state
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The war has begun
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I'm about just blow, so
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pass the hand grenade
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It's time to let you know
My feats, too deep, don't sleep,
plus they real
Three slugs through your grill
The pain you will feel
Bb
Rippin', wrecking,
Eb
causing mad drama
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You acted like you want it, now you
Verse 7
crippled like your momma
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Dm
Son get wrec
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Son get wrec
Verse 8
It's time for you to represent
Bb
Eb
Son get wrec
Dm
A
Son get wrec
Son get wrec
Verse 9
It's time for you to represent
A
Dm
Son get wrec
Son get wrec
Son get wrec
Verse 10
It's time for you to represent
Bb
Eb
Son get wrec
Son get wrec
Verse 11
It's time for you to represent
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Spread your wings and prepare
to meet your maker
Fucking with the five,
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I'm like your average life taker
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Deaths in the street,
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in the borough known as brooklyn
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Where niggas lose they life and they
get their shit tooken
Guilters run it all, don't even try to riff
Shoved down his throat was
Dm
the nickel- plated fifth
Bb
Shoot out his brains,
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Dm
left them on the dinner table
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Went home, puffed the herbs
and watched a little cable
Just layin' back,
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thinking of the things I do
Throw on my timberlands,
Dm
grabbed my crooked eye brew
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told him to meet me at the spot
Ab
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Cause things is getting hot,
too many bodies in the lot
Just the other day they raped
now she's three months pregnant
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Damn it's so real in the
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heart of bucktown
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Make a nigga think before
Verse 12
he dare fuck around
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Dm
Son get wrec
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Son get wrec
Son get wrec
Dm
It's time for you to represent
Verse 13
Bb
Eb
Son get wrec
Dm
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Son get wrec
Son get wrec
Verse 14
It's time for you to represent
A
Dm
F
Son get wrec
Verse 15
It's time for you to represent
Bb
Eb
Son get wrec
Dm
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Son get wrec
Son get wrec
Outro 1
It's time for you to represent
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