Тональность: Eb major
Verse 1
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Bm
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You can get
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the gat for this
Bm
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G
And you can get
Bm
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the gat for that
Verse 2
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why S- P- I do or die
I don't give a fuck,
Fm
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I'm just a nigga stayin' high
Bm
So why do you roll with a
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Bm
strap on ya side
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Cause these playin hatin niggas want
Bm
to jack me for my rizzide
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C
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Niggas wonder why S- P- I do or die
I'm just a young nigga and I'm
tryin' to get my cash on
Bm
So why do you roll with a
F
Cause if shit'll get too funky I
might have to get my blast on
Verse 3
Bm
It goes 1 for the treble,
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two for the funk
Time to get my motherfuckin'
twelve gauge pump
Bm
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I blast off like NASA,
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as I rolls right past ya
Bust a couple a caps and
leave ya ghost like casper
Bm
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I peels caps like bad, comes wicked like Is
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They make me hollow tipped and
then they seal it with a kizz
D
Bm
For them bootsie motherfuckers
D
that be ridin around
F
Hidin around the corner tryin to get
Bm
G
D
Wearin his adams apple like
Dismantle motherfuckers,
and hear they bodies crackle
D
Laugh like a jackel as I tackle they ass
F
With a fury of them buckshots,
crackin' they mask
D
Kinda skip the drama,
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Bm
D
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puts bodies in freezers like Jeffrey Dahmer
You can get the gat for that
kidnap your mama
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Bm
D
The big mack from the itty-
Bm
Niggas actin' shitty so I licks 'em with my nitty
Interlude 1
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Fm
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Verse 4
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nigga,
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I told my DJ Xtra Large
F
As we pull some niggas car
up out his own garage
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Bm
I stack them niggas up in them hearses
F
D
F
like a can a sardines
2000 dollars a body,
I'm for hire if you got the green
"Ya got the mad buy, my
millimeter to say
187, comin' wicked
leavin' black much day"
Bm
I don't be fuckin' with them niggas
D
who be shady 'n' shit
F
Better stock that grip and an extra clip
and a bottle a Hindu to sip on
G
D
Trip on this nigga that's leavin'
'em dead in the alley
F
What's your murder penal
code? 781 here in Cali
G
Red rum, we hit'cha and
F
See mosta these niggas up in my set,
we bustin' dumb- dums
D
My uzi eats 'em up and spits 'em out,
I'm pullin' my gat up out
a fist fight with out a doubt
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Bm
Cause I ain't playin,
D
F
fightin is fuckin' around
I'd rather bust and leave your ass 6 feet up
Interlude 2
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Verse 5
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Bm
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Fm
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its the G-
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Motherfuckin' Nizzo, that nappy headed nigga
F
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They got me lookin' up over
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Bb
my shoulder now man
F
D
I ain't be shady,
Bitches snitchin, heh,
D
Bm
F
D
it really ain't the same
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Bm
D
But um, Spice told me once,
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him and DJ Xtra Large, they told me
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G
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That I can get the strap for this
And that I can get the strap for that
F
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And that's what the fuck
I'm gone do
G
I'm out this bitch man
Outro 1
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