Тональность: D minor•
Verse 1
Dm
Bb
That's right i told y'all
That Mid
Bb
westgangstaboxframecadillacmuzik to
Life today gangster Gibbs
(Sing that as a lullaby)
Dm
It's only the start
Verse 2
A
I'm rolling solo in my four door
Bb
Got my speakers on bang
trunk full of that?
Gm
A
Finna go make a stain with that cocaine
Dm
A
Dm
Gm
I'm on my way to cop it
A
Chop it, gotta get paper, bitch
Bb
Got your favorite shit and what
Gm
A
You lace it with? They hate the kid
Dm
Niggas thought they could phase the kid
A
Step back and appraise the kid
Bb
The neck is lit, this major shit
Gm
A
Niggas ain't do me no favors, bitch
Dm
Don't ask for none
A
And niggas that ain't my peeps
Bb
Shouldn't even think to speak
I pack them guns, they yap and run
Gm
You showed them my buzz?
Dm
I'll sweep your street
We taking and making that dough,
nigga
A
Jacking and breaking them o's, nigga
Bb
Ask any motherfucker on my block
Gm
A
Ms watts ain't raise no hoes nigga
Dm
I keep a bitch on her toes, nigga
A
Bb
Freddie the one that she chose, nigga
My dough bigger
Gm
My flow sicker than most niggas
Dm
I show bitches that I ain't the
One they be playing with
my paper, my cheddar
Bb
My bread you hear me jap
out on these beats
Gm
'Cause I'm in the streets
Dm
The streets is keeping me fed
These niggas 'll leave me for dead
A
If they get the chance
Bb
Come at my head to try to ad vance
But will I last?
Gm
A
Fuck yea- 'cause I'm 'a blast, nigga
Verse 3
Dm
From the cradle to the grave
The womb to the tomb
Bb
I'm 'a get it, win or lose
Gm
Dm
I'm just out here making moves
From the womb to the tomb
To the cradle to the grave
Bb
'Til I check up out this bitch
Gm
Dm
I'm out this bitch getting paid
Verse 4
Dm
cradle to the grave
A
Dm
The womb to the tomb
Bb
I'm 'a get it, win or lose
Gm
Dm
I'm just out here making moves
From the womb to the tomb
To the cradle to the grave
Bb
'Til I check up out this bitch
Gm
Dm
I'm out this bitch getting paid
Verse 5
Dm
Ey, I can't be hospitable
If the shit ain't profitable
Bb
Gm
Send him to the hospital slow
Bb
Then we gon' let his children know
Dm
Can't go places that Pill 'll go
Might post up at the liquor store
Bb
Chop it down and distribute blow
Dm
Might get fresh and go pimp a hoe
I didn't know that's your sister,
though
A
Look, stand under this mistletoe
Bb
Give that four- five, a kiss, you bitch
Gm
A
'Fore I let this trigger go
Dm
Cold hearted for cash
A damn dummy for ducats
A
Bb
Sold the hardest of glass
Gm
A
My fam hungry, I'm bugging
Dm
Trucking, tucking,
A
don't get stuck in shit
Dm
Bb
What is this?
Gm
The components of a fuck you- upper
Dm
A
Gutter nigga, throw the baking soda
Bb
Drop her proper english
for the slow guys
Gm
Dm
Bacon Double Whopper
I need more cheese and more fries
A
From the rocker to the doctor
Bb
Delivery room to the morgue
Gm
Dm
If you live by the sword
A
Dm
Take this chopper, go get guaped up
A
Or get killed trying for it
Bb
Take this chopper, go get guaped up
Gm
Dm
Or get killed trying for it
Verse 6
Dm
cradle to the grave
The womb to the tomb
Bb
I'm 'a get it, win or lose
Gm
Dm
I'm just out here making moves
From the womb to the tomb
To the cradle to the grave
Bb
'Til I check up out this bitch
Gm
Dm
I'm out this bitch getting paid
Verse 7
Dm
From the cradle to the grave
A
Dm
The womb to the tomb
Bb
I'm 'a get it, win or lose
Gm
Dm
I'm just out here making moves
From the womb to the tomb
A
Dm
To the cradle to the grave
Bb
'Til I check up out this bitch
Gm
Dm
I'm out this bitch getting paid
Verse 8
Dm
Yo, I done played niggas, made niggas
A
Come up off that yay, nigga
Bb
What you think you brave, nigga?
Gm
A
I'm 'a get down for my pay, nigga
Dm
A
Spray niggas, lay niggas out flat
Bb
"Will he live?" "I doubt that"
Gm
Murder shit, I'm 'bout that
Dm
A
Dm
All the shit surrounding that
Got niggas with cases,
A
Dm
Bb
tears on faces
Gm
Snitches conversating down at the station
Dm
A
Dm
I smell bacon, so I'm laying low
A
Still gotta get that paper, yo
Dm
Bb
Pimp a bitch, break a hoe
Gm
'Til I come up on that major dough
A
Dm
I could come up on some major blow
A
Been in the Bay with that major weed
Dm
Bb
Played the field, with major pills
The shit that I got give
Dm
niggas the chills
A
Dm
This is the way that I live for real
Young and trill
A
I brung the steel against they will
Bb
My lungs is filled with Cali kill
Gm
A
I got that yac so crack the seal
Dm
I stack them bill to half a mill
A
Praying I never go broke again
Bb
Got money making methods
Gm
And they respect it,
A
whether they folks or
Dm
(fed?) refuse to lose
and hope to win
A
Strictly getting paid
Dm
Bb
From the womb to the tomb
Gm
Dm
From the cradle to the grave
Verse 9
Dm
the cradle to the grave
The womb to the tomb
Bb
I'm 'a get it, win or lose
I'm just out here making moves
Dm
From the womb to the tomb
To the cradle to the grave
Bb
'Til I check up out this bitch
Gm
I'm out this bitch getting paid
Verse 10
Dm
the cradle to the grave
A
Dm
The womb to the tomb
Bb
I'm 'a get it, win or lose
Gm
I'm just out here making moves
Dm
From the womb to the tomb
To the cradle to the grave
Bb
'Til I check up out this bitch
Gm
Dm
I'm out this bitch getting paid
Outro 1
Dm
A
Bb
Gm
A
Dm
A
Bb
Gm
A
Dm
Bb
Gm
Dm
A
Dm
A
Dm
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