调：E major•
Verse 1
E
D
E
D
Em
D
Ay o, let's get papers and pop
And condominiums overlooking
New
York
Bm
D
I want cheddar so we can front up in the
Em
E
D
My whole committee like the
Puff
Al's or
No
Jiggy
Who want test this?
Em
E
D
It ain't shit that you can say to me
When you be breathless
Young but I done did
Shit that you won't do
You blab about going through
I got niggas who pump
On your block and in your spot
But they'll murder you,
playin' down status
threatenin' clips and
with a lot, be takin' nots
E
D
E
D
Any nigga make it hot,
get found and bake a lot
You don't really wanna come try
lot
The racket sang, sang alumni
So I pack enough sonic arms
My
Bm
Em
D
AK slay gays, spray strays,
niggas names on it
A
D
Bm
Often I bug them but soften the thug
Em
E
Em
D
Any nigga wave a techie mason,
have a explanation
I'm doing them
Then I'm beating them
I've been devil sent
Bm
E
D
You can lay in the flames or hug the sky for
it
F#
B
E
Nig gas done started somethin'
Bm
Em
D
If you love the money,
B
E
D
You can lay in the flames or hug the sky for
it
E
B
E
Niggas done started somethin'
Yo, check out the kid that get coke like
Sosa
Never turn down
Em
D
E
Rika, sippin' margaritas
you can feel em in your vein
Like
F
Sugar
Hill
E
Em
E
J be the cause for the
D
F#m
Bm
Cartel lips spittin' clips at your face
you'll see bad niggas party
Bm
E
Bm
Whatever, we can do it at the garden
even if they not guilty
I'm on the palace for my thugs,
with oriental rugs
Bring back some drugs,
E
D
E
Locke family, ranch niggas handin' me
I want the finer things,
Em
E
D
E
Sit tin' at the table plannin',
retaliate the hardest
F#m
F#
E
Bm
Regardless if you a thug or a rap artist
Pesci
And if rap was hockey, I'd be
Puffin'
And if you a player,
you better bite before you bark
then prepare to die for it
Bm
Em
E
You can lay in the flames or
somethin'
B
C
Bm
Cause when I wet shit,
I dead shit, like abortion
Bm
E
Bm
Got niggas fearin', fuck what you heard,
just what you hearin'
E
D
F#
how much harder must it hit
so give me three feet
E
Em
Cause when we creep, no more than three deep,
B
E
B
Bm
shit buried in the mud
Following chases of
gunpowder residue and blood
E
John
Doe is what they gon' be putting
E
A
D
Now who gon' tell your mother her baby's
F#m
A
E
Bm
E
Sniffers of logs nipped out by the dogs
I still have a hard -headed
nigga that wouldn't listen
F#m
D
Bm
E
surgery with a chainsaw
D
E
I hit the fuckin' streets, cause like I said before,
ain't nothin' goin' down until I eat
Bm
E
Motherfuckers think it's all about impressin'
bitches and stressin' bitches
While I'm testin' bitches, gang,
what I'm dealin' with is all devils
Fuckin' with snakes,
dirty niggas that come through and worry niggas
Cause what they got is all of mine,
And if you with my man,
cause I just lost my mind when he crossed the line
then I tossed a nine
Gotti
Bitch -ass niggas that act snotty
Get it!
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