Тональность: B minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
Em
Niggas
think that they Sopranos
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Did a picture surrounded by flowers,
teddy bears and candles
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Till they face on all the channels
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Cause they ran up on a nigga
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they can't handle
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You was talkin' like a savage
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You know magic could make
a motherfucker vanish
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Em
You got killers speakin' Spanish
You a driller, shoot any pistol,
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Em
An d you keep the goons with you
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For any n***a got a issue
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Em
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Wait, I think I caught him lackin'
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Em
Up the pistol and smack him and ask him,
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F
Em
When the guns come out
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A nigga ho come out
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Better close your mouth
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Y 'all hear that? Don't hear shit
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These bitch -ass niggas
get quiet
when the guns come out
Em
When the guns come out
Better close your mouth
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He steady tellin' niggas
Em
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But talkin' bout business in front
C
of these bitches is sloppy
Em
Now he done got caught in some shit
that he couldn't afford to
Can't even deny it no more,
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these bitches record you
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Em
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How could he avoid you,
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if he postin' and tweetin'?
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He don't know that I used to fuck on
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that bitch that he supposed to be meetin'
She done told me where they goin'
and the spot that they supposed
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She a down hoe,
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she gon' watch for the pole
while I choke him and beat him
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These niggas tough as hell,
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tell that real one stand on them
Put they hands on them,
and you can't call your mans on them
Em
It's a squad shit,
but you was just on some Tupac shit
Then the plot twist,
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when a nigga beatin'
you unconscious
Em
All that whinin' and
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screamin' obnoxious,
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so Y 'all hear that?
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These bitch ass niggas
get quiet
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when the guns come out
Em
When the guns come out,
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a nigga whole come out
Better close your mouth, shh
Y 'all hear that? Don't
Em
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hear shit
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These bitch -ass niggas
get quiet
when the guns come out
Em
When the guns come out,
Better close your mouth,
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he done seen 9mms,
Em
.40s, sawed -offs, AKs
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But he ain't never seen no pistol like this
C
This shit look space -age
Em
Now he got a face raged
from a nigga with no pity phone
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Em
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How they gon' know
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Everybody in my city wrong
They gon' say it was gang -related
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Or was some dame he dated?
Nigga should've watched
who name he stated
Tipsy and faded
Em
I know this gun look three -dimensional
Now we related
Talkin' bout I ain't got
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nothin' against you, bro
Em
In the blink of an eye
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he think he gon' die
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You can ask him whatever
He gon' tell you the truth
You think he gon' lie?
Em
Now what was it to all this
shit I was hearin'
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That you was gon' run in my house?
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It's hard to talk with a gun
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in your mouth
Em
Y 'all hear that?
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These bitch -ass niggas get quiet
When the guns come out
Em
When the guns come out
F
A nigga Hoe come out
Better close your mouth
Y 'all hear that?
Don't hear shit
These bitch -ass niggas get quiet
When the guns come out
Em
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When the guns come out
A nigga Hoe come out
Better close your mouth
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