Тональность: F# minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
Bbm
Gb
Ab
We never heard of yo clique but they heard of us
Bbm
They put em down,
Gb
Ab
we liftin them burners up
Bbm
You keep sayin word to your mother
Gb
Ab
but word to what?
Bbm
I don't give a fuck about
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Ab
none of these nig gas
Bbm
I turn it up,
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Ab
Bbm
Come on, come on, killas
Here go my cup,
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Ab
give me some more liquor
Bbm
Open this back window,
Gb
let me dump on niggas
Ab
It's my era,
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Ab
I'm bout to turn it up on niggas
Verse 2
Bbm
Gb
Peace to the New York Knickerbockers,
Ab
the plot got thicker
Bbm
Cuz now they got the Brooklyn
Gb
Ab
Net s and Barclays Center
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Hel lo Mrs. and Mr.,
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Ab
cousins, brothers and sisters
Bbm
Ladies and gentlemen,
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children prisons of finger printers
Bbm
Snakes who like to slither,
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Ab
wolves, monkeys, gor illas
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Vet erans and beginners,
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righteous people and sinners
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Gamblers, losers and winners,
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ice grillers and grinners
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Hope you all some good swimmers
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Ab
cuz I'm as deep as the river
Bbm
I'm the bad guy,
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Ab
just like the Joker and Riddler
Bbm
Bad as Mike in his prime,
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Ab
man in the mirror in Thriller
Bbm
You ain't a real man,
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Ab
Bbm
you can't even use the shitter
You a pussycat,
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you probably got kitty litter
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Gb
Kill rich niggas in chinchilla
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Bbm
Representing for the wig- splitters
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Ab
and skid bit ters who gets realer
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Gb
Like Beenie Man, carjack a bitch nigga
Ab
Gb
Who got the keys to the Jeep?
Ab
Sim Simmer
Verse 3
Bbm
Gb
We never heard of yo clique
Ab
but they heard of us
Bbm
They put em down,
Gb
Ab
we liftin them burners up
Bbm
You keep sayin word to your mother
Gb
Ab
but word to what?
Bbm
I don't give a fuck about
Gb
Ab
none of these nig gas
Bbm
I turn it up,
Gb
Ab
Bbm
Come on, come on, killas
Here go my cup,
Gb
Ab
give me some more liquor
Bbm
Open this back window,
Gb
let me dump on niggas
Ab
It's my era,
Gb
Ab
I'm bout to turn it up on niggas
Verse 4
Bbm
When my oral deliver
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Ab
it's such a moral dilemma
Bbm
I don't quarrel with quitters,
Gb
Ab
I give em sorrow and shimmers
Bbm
You think your artists is iller just
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Ab
cause his car from the dealer?
Bbm
This music char is bitter,
Gb
Ab
cause yall some horrible spitters
Bbm
When I swallow the liquor,
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Ab
I write a marvelous scripture
Bbm
Start drawing a picture cause
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I'm immortal my nigga
Bbm
Beef is played out so
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Ab
I don't bother with niggas
Bbm
But as long as it's tender I
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Ab
eat your squad up for dinner
Bbm
Put my palms on the trigger
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Ab
and shoot you all in yo liver
Bbm
In jure all of you niggas,
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Ab
I'm cool and calm as a killer
Bbm
Your man styling from fingers,
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Ab
man who are you? Vanilla
Bbm
Ice - I'm Suge Knight,
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Ab
hang em off the balcony with ya
Bbm
Since I deserve scrilla, I learned
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Ab
to flip birds quicker
Bbm
Had to hit curves with the hustler
Gb
Ab
s and to emerge richer
Bbm
Gb
Back when Dipset was
sippin sizzurp nigga
Ab
Gb
My jewelery was black and yellow just
Ab
Gb
like the Pittsburgh Steelers
Bbm
Gb
Ab
We never heard of yo clique but they heard of us
Verse 5
Bbm
They put em down,
Gb
Ab
we liftin them burners up
Bbm
You keep sayin word to your mother
Gb
Ab
but word to what?
Bbm
I don't give a fuck about
Gb
Ab
none of these niggas
Bbm
I turn it up,
Gb
Ab
Bbm
Come on, come on, killas
Here go my cup,
Gb
Ab
give me some more liquor
Bbm
Open this back window,
Gb
let me dump on niggas
Ab
It's my era,
Gb
Ab
I'm bout to turn it up on niggas
Verse 6
Bbm
I'm on that money train,
Gb
making dead president stops
Ab
Bbm
Robbed the liquor store just
Gb
Ab
so we can get some Ciroc
Bbm
Gb
Ate Corn Flakes, no Fruity Pebbles and Pops
Ab
Bbm
Got chased by the stray dogs when I
Gb
Ab
fled though the block
Bbm
Bought a 50- cent razor,
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Ab
now I'm ready to rock
Bbm
I step to your block with
Gb
Ab
a George Jefferson bop
Bbm
I cut him cross peddle bike,
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Ab
he bled to his socks
Bbm
Cuz Miles didn't have a chain
Gb
when I peddled and popped
Ab
Bbm
My leather bomber was better
Gb
Ab
than that pleather you rocked
Bbm
I wore old bomber way before
Gb
Ab
Bbm
Michelle and Barack
Gb
I heard up North you wasn't reppin a lot
Ab
Bbm
You never caught a 10- 3, you
Gb
respected the cops
Ab
Bbm
How you gon use that jail
Gb
shit to try to get to the top?
Ab
Bbm
You woke up in PC, never
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Ab
slept in a box
Bbm
Gb
He said he hungry so I fed him the ox
Ab
Gb
My gun is like an independent record label,
Ab
Heckler and Koch
Verse 7
Bbm
Gb
We never heard of yo clique
Ab
but they heard of us
Bbm
They put em down,
Gb
Ab
we liftin them burners up
Bbm
You keep sayin word to your mother
Gb
Ab
but word to what?
Bbm
I don't give a fuck about
Gb
Ab
none of these nig gas
Bbm
I turn it up,
Gb
Ab
Bbm
Come on, come on, killas
Here go my cup,
Gb
Ab
give me some more liquor
Bbm
Open this back window,
Gb
let me dump on niggas
Ab
It's my era,
Gb
Ab
I'm bout to turn it up on niggas
Verse 8
Bbm
Turn up
Gb
Ab
Now I come back
Bbm
Gb
Ab
Keep it underground hardcore
Bbm
Turn up
Gb
Ab
Now I come back
Bbm
Gb
Ab
Keep it underground hardcore
Bbm
Turn up
Gb
Ab
Now I come back
Bbm
Gb
Ab
Keep it underground hardcore
Bbm
Turn up
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Ab
Gb
Ab
Papoose, Papoose
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