调：A minor•
Verse 1
Am
So I sold it for the kid, know what I'm sayin'?
Right here, white top, yo, yo, hold on
I'ma go talk to this cat
Yo, kid, what up Sparks? What up? (Hold on,
hold on)
Ayo, yo, yo kid (what's up?)
What up? (What's up, baby?)
Ayo, yo, I just seen this
kid over there
Over there,
right over there by your
By your- , by your buildin' and shit
I know he ain't down with your team
Who?
I don't know, some skinny lookin',
big head nigga
You know what I'm sayin'?
He ain't makin' no fuckin' sales
though (it's funny- )
Yo, son, I just seen five fiends
around a nigga, son
Fuck we, we gotta-
Come on, fuck it, let's go over there
Lemme show you the nigga, right-
Hold up, wait up, wait up
Three deep niggas
Think niggas don't know
what the fuck time it is
Come on, come on, right over there
There he go, right there
There he go, right there, kid
That cat? Word up
Ayo, kid (I'm right behind you)
What the fuck is you doin'
man, huh? Huh?
The fuck you talkin' to?
I'm talkin' to you (talkin' to
you, what?)
You ain't talkin' to me
The fuck you talkin' about?
(You ain't talkin' to me)
Open your hand, man
What the fuck is that in your hand,
man? (What?)
Huh? What the fuck?
(Ayo, come here)
The fuck I say? (Oh shit)
Come here (motherfuck- , shit)
Come here, yeah, it's my shit
This my shit (get up, get up)
Aight, watch, watch, aight watch
Get up, yo, yo, grab that nigga, grab him (come here,
come here)
Oh shit, move, son,
move, move, move, damn, damn
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, yo, yo
Yo, man, yo, son, I'm hit
I'm hit son, I'm hit, I'm hit (yo,
son)
Damn, son (yo, oh, yo, yo)
You bleedin' son, bad son
Ayo grab this, grab this, take this,
take this
Take this, take this, go on
I'ma go over to God's house, go ahead
'fore the cops come
I'ma throw this shit away, man
Go ahead, just go ahead, go ahead, son,
just go ahead
Man fuck that, man seventeen
Man, get the fuck outta here, man (yo son, hurry
up son, damn son)
Go ahead man, you dyin', go ahead,
son, go ahead, go ahead
Hold that shit, son
Yo go ahead, man, go ahead
Niggas try to assassinate me,
man (damn)
Yo (we gon' get that cat, man)
Dm
Nigga it's- It's the remix, son
Verse 2
C
Am
Can it be, act like you know
Dm
Check it
Verse 3
Am
Yo, check what happened
out of state
Dm
I'm knockin' off a half- a- cake cash rule,
flyin' at a fast rate
Am
I smoked a black Dutch kept my hands clutched,
E
Bbm
I'm fallin' in lust
Dm
Spoiled, plus I played my hand
like a royal flush
Am
E
Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman
Am
Dm
I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom
Am
I hung around the big time bosses
Bbm
Illegal force exchange thoughts,
Dm
showin' love to all my sources
Am
Dm
Am
Spades tried to bag me, like
Cagney, and Lacey
Dm
Chef had that bitch Stacey
slippin' in Macy's
Am
I dose off,
Dm
Am
Dm
catch a flashback on how I got trapped
Am
Dm
And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick,
I got hit
Am
Stumblin', holdin' my neck
E
to the God's rest
Bbm
C#
Opened flesh burgundy
Dm
blood colored my Guess
Am
Emergency trauma,
E
black teen headed for surgery
C#
Dm
Can it be an out of state nigga
tried to murder me?
Am
I should've stayed in Job Corp,
Bbm
and now I'm a outlaw
Am
Dm
Am
Ray Cartegna, carry a .44 nigga
C
Am
Can it be that it was all so simple
Verse 4
Am
then?
(Dedicated to the Gods
and Earths)
Dm
(Dedicated to babies
Am
who came feet first)
C
Am
Can it be that it was all so sim
ple then?
(Dedicated to up north and down
state)
Dm
(Dedicated to rich niggas
who sell weight)
C
Can it be that it was all so simple
then?
Am
(Dedicated to projects
with black kids)
Dm
(Dedicated to man
Am
who build pyramids)
Verse 5
Word up What the f- , yo?
Am
Dm
We takin' you on another chamber
Am
Word up, son, you know how we
be on it (word to mother, man)
It's real
Bm
Am
Show these crabs how to rhyme, man
I think it's time to bless them,
word up
Bulletproof
Dm
First chamber (hit em, Chef)
Verse 6
Yo, yo
Am
It started off on the Island,
AK Shaolin niggas wildin'
C
Am
Old folks scream, "Stop the violence"
True, layin' up, yo,
watchin' these crack niggas
Dm
Play enough crap games for what?
Am
See back in days,
E
crime pays in mad ways
Bbm
Dm
Sportin' Tommy Hil' with caves,
three- sixty waves
Am
And no searchin' for loose ends,
E
C#
now I flex 300 Benz
Dm
Mad tens with mad diamonds
Am
Now that's the life of the good
Bbm
life, sometimes niggas act trife
Dm
I paid the price throughout my hood life
Am
Remember I got blasted,
C#
now that's in the past kid
Dm
God forbid I lay in the casket
Am
But now I'm all about G- notes
Dm
No time for weed, mixed with coke
I wash my mouth out with soap
Am
Dm
And I got my act together
C#
'Lo sweaters and bet ter
Dm
And fat leather, so whatever
Verse 7
Bring it on
Am
C
Am
Dm
Can it be that it was all so simple
Am
then? (For real, murderous material stacked up)
C
Am
Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to mazes,
Dm
C
for real)
Am
Can it be that it was all so simple
D
C
then? (Meditatin' off lfie)
Am
Can it be that it was all so
D
C
simple then? (Go)
Am
Can it be that it was all-
(Word up, y'all,
Dm
Am
Bm
crazy fly dedications to my people
D
Dm
Am
Word up, peace to all my brothers that I
ain't gon' see no more)
Dm
All so simple then
Am
Can it be that it was all so simple then? (Peace to all
Bbm
Dm
the brothers on the Island)
Am
(Up north, word up)
Can it be that it was all so simple then?
Dm
Am
(Straight up, love you, boy)
C
Am
G
Can it be that it was all so simple then? (It's on like that,
word up)
Dm
Am
Peace to man, wo man and child
Verse 8
Eaug
Dm
Word up (we got you covered,
Am
baby)
E
Am
Projects (we're here for you)
Bbm
Dm
Am
E
Projects peoples, one love
Bbm
C#
Keep your head clear,
Dm
Am
we outta here
G
Move in silence
Am
E
C#
Bad boys creatin' the muderous stacks
Dm
Am
for your headpiece
G
Baldheads, braids,
Am
E
blowouts (for real
Bbm
though)
Dm
Am
Yo, fly chicks
G
Am
It's the remix, y'all
E
Bbm
Dm
For real, the real side
Am
(The RZA, check it)
Razor blade sharp
Dm
Am
Peace to the Clan
No other producer can compare, boy
Am
Word up
G
Bring it, battle, beats, all types of shit
For real, y'all
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