调：F minor•
Verse 1
Fm
Gb
Fm
Cm
Fm
Gb
Uh uh uh.
Fm
Gb
Fm
F
Still ain't ready yet.
Fm
Gb
Fm
Uh uh uh. Niggaz still
Gb
Fm
Gb
ain't ready yet.
Fm
Gb
Fm
Cm
Fm
Gb
Uh uh
Verse 2
an rubbin' on the Swoop
it real from head to toe
Cm
Fm
Gb
I hit that savings and loans when
I was just a baby loc
Cm
Fm
Gb
My uncle was a balla from around the way
makin' major figgaz.
Verse 3
out committin' a lick
Pistol whip them nigga to
death and have a kick
And the twist 'cause niggaz be havin shit
Like bitches on Set It Off, dank
Niggaz be sniffin' dark bank
Mission accomplished boss crack
Hard or soft livin' boys
Fm
Gb
Niggaz who floss out here be takin' a loss
fuckin' Boss Playa
Talks to throw away gats in the air
that there Boss Playa
The ganga- gangsta type of
Luni hoolum atmosphere
Fo rappin' about the clothes you wear,
I represent welfare
Fm
Cm
Fm
pounds into ashes
Niggaz be gettin the pumpkin
Fm
Cm
Fm
Gb
Area smoke greenery malacious all day
Eh, eh blaze.
Verse 4
Fm
Cm
Fm
Niggaz got sprayed wit A's an d K's
head won't take
Bitch you was chosen,
Fuck all that other
the Mobb took me under.
Verse 5
laid out stunned by zae's
Fm
Gb
Fm
Place the cover in a maced
lettin off conscience
can't fuck this
Bringin' mo heat than
Rapper Bernard
bout how much to kick it that nigga hard
Cm
Fm
Gb
In a game fucka
Paralyzed caught one in the ass, punk ass
Fm
Cm
Fm
Make nig gaz remember
Them other niggaz ain't no kiddin' 'em
Fm
Gb
Fm
An it best be a bounce off Mista,
That's how we shit ya.
Verse 6
unpredictable
Cm
Fm
Niggaz get dropped, we call the shots,
our faces unforgettable
Gb
Fm
Cm
Fm
The world is a ghetto, and life is a plot
Givin' up info
Fm
Gb
Fm
On where you hide yo doe an indo
Guess what you in for
You bout to find out
That shit we in, we all contenders
You don't know,
It's on yo bitch
Yo bitch juss got mopped
(the Mobb is gonna)
Verse 7
Fo all you wacked out niggaz
Bitch made batched out niggaz
Jaw jacked out niggaz
I'm not gonna to patch out niggaz
These niggaz don't really give
a funk about yo snitch ass
Bitch ass nigga
Gb
Fm
Cm
No cash gettin- er
Fm
Cm
Fm
a 4 chrome that nigga ain't
Dumpin' on nothin'
Then shittin' up in yo mutha
Fm
Coward
Before a nigga cool his gun
Mobb
When the 4- 4 stop
Fo restin' my knot
Verse 8
we got restrictions
Niggaz that witnessed
From family meetins
No family grievins
Juss some youngstas
Grew up around dirt an dope, an jelous
Evil tactics
Fm
Shotty blasted
Fm
Gb
And cross the game it ain't the thang
Fm
Cm
Fm
It's Money Ova Bitches,
like Rodney's girl
To makin' 'em hurl
That's how we do it.
Verse 9
How happly if you need job
Even if you be Slobb you need not worry
Slobb don't mean Blood
An Cuzz don't mean Crip
An Oakland is a term for broke
bitches makin grip
What's the deal
Gb
Fm
Uh, uh, searchin' fo skrill, up here!
Wit these tires burnin' off like lavishly
Makes it easier for me to dig out
Havin' these thang is like a
Government task
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