调：E minor•
Verse 1
Holiday styles,
And if not, show me the work,
show me the beans
cause I know the routine
All the new, light gray,
And now I'm cop workin'
at the tip of the scales
sick in jail
Walk by the CO, hittin' the L
Em
F#m
Ayo, this is for the industry, consider it rep
I diss any nigga you name,
you give me a check
Nigga not signed
He ain't sayin' shit
if he ain't talkin' with a Glock 9
We got beef to the shell to pop
Tryin' to hit you while you park
Em
F#m
Hop in, push you over, take it up the block
But I know the Jakes is comin'
The man who snitch
I'ma show you how the hustlers handle shit
Em
F#m
I crack your head like a customer
And grab this clip
Family shit
But ain't no picnics involved
Dressin' all brown with
a banger in your shoe
Cop sucka
A niggas just like you
coke went back down
It's hard to get green,
but everybody got brown
Twenty after twelve in the building,
be the miners
You runnin' round buyin' bundles,
I get eggs from Africa
then I stash in ya
Snatch the truck,
free buy with half a dutch
And the police could sense
you shookin'
When they ask you if
I sent you bookin'
In the bullpen with dopeheads
and niggas from Brooklyn
By the time you get upstairs,
he wearin' your shoes
In the day room blowin'
each other like loosies
strong you are
Kiss toe to toe with you,
Motherfuck clappin' ears
and stayin' on daytime
he walkin' in mud
And use gats with no noise
when he dealin' with blood
Holes small enough to use band -aids,
no stitches
my life to my journalist
People and secrets,
government's keepin'
Or die on the weekend, literally,
fly off the beaten
somethin' quick
Only nigga hard enough
to look up to me is my dick
we don't take no loss
When we flow the whole room
smell like Tabasco sauce
Em
F#m
Come in your crib for something hot,
damn your brain
Watch your family jump around
like the house in pain
Em
F#m
All the numbers taken off my bins,
no name
Just tints on the window
so you can't see through
like peek -a -boo
Teasing you like an invisible string
when you reach her, boom
Clip hard to stay full, nigga we in too deep
like a Jew I'm too cheap
Fuckin' car show,
I don't wanna be around nothin',
I can't keep it
give me a gun clean,
it's comin' back to you dirty
Nigga, watch the bird
and you in too deep
And you get knocked, yo,
please don't snitch
That's my word
you in front of the judge
And yo, dawg, don't be no bitch
Dawg, you heard
and we all get locked
Where this bond won't be no clique
That's for real
music, and drugs
Big chains and plenty of whips
That's all we know
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