调：E minor
Verse 1
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Dm
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I came in the door, said itbe fore I
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
never let the rebel jerk clown anymore
With no lights on, an old white
Am
Brome robot
Dm
The windows came down and
bullets started
Motherfuckers was runnin'
and even myself had to dodge
I dipped around the houses,
the bullets hit the garage
Nigga wasn't scared,
just was wonderin' who the fuck was that
Am
I wish I had my shit so I could shoot
and bust him back
Dm
But I was stuck without it,
but nobody was hit
Peeped around the corner,
first nigga I saw was that skit
Am
Took the bang -bang boogie,
Dm
up jumps the clock
Just to let a nigga know to face one,
don't stop
Am
Dm
Am
All this momma period come to a state of dirt,
less work
Dm
If it hurts, say ouch,
you know who up in the house
Am
Sub him with one in the chamber
Dm
Hit him up quick and then
feed up the whole clip
Never letting go,
you know it's about survival
Am
So fool I'm gon' last once
Dm
I blast on the rival
Am
That's why I came in the door,
Dm
Am
Dm
said it before I never let the rival turf clown anymore
I came in the door,
Am
Dm
said it before I never let the rival turf clown anymore
Am
I came in the door,
Dm
said it before I never let the rival turf clown anymore
Am
Dm
I ain't never known,
Am
Dm
said it before, I never let the
Bible turn around
Now we point up in they face like mapes and
they can't see where it's coming from
Am
Dm
Am
Burnin' through they eyes,
Dm
Am
Dm
we're lost to put you niggas on the run
I'm with the mob,
so I ain't pressed about shit
Am
Dm
Am
Keep that 9mm cock for them
Dm
niggas that want a sex trip
You bring your heat,
I'll bring you closer to pain
Am
Dm
Driven by insane thoughts,
so cross your turf on vast terrain
And leave your weather set
up just by a mattress
Got clicks like fire, screeching tires,
Am
you see we actin'
So put this to your memory,
cause you ain't seein' 3 -A -G from
E .C.
Who was brought up by the streets
Dm
I bring the heat for
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niggas slippin' on us
Put the bus shoe on your ass,
Dm
cause in gas I trust, that's why I
came in the door, said it before
I never let the rival turf clown anymore
Am
Dm
I came in the door, said it before
Am
Dm
I never let the rival turf clown anymore
Am
I came in the door, said it before
Dm
I never let the rival turf clown anymore
Am
I came in the door, said it before,
Dm
I never let the rival turf cloud me
I'm on the turf of the rivals,
heated as I roll past the 5 -0's
Bulletproof vest on my chest for survival,
bandana face, small base
With criminal instincts to blast on the fake,
yeah
Now follow me through
territorial flights, to
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Indian burial sites
Dm
And editorial likes, but for tonight,
we gon' laugh off the hook
Am
Any nigga wearin' a rival color
Dm
gettin' his ass took
Am
Dm
I'm set trippin' on the enemy, never been no friend of me,
Am
never will, that's why I must kill
Dm
Now nigga you don't understand me, that's why I can't sleep,
Am
because I keep hearing about your fam ily
Dm
I'm on a squilla chase, a nigga chase,
Am
Dm
I can't bring myself to reach until I see you all die
Besides, buster niggas get the faux faux,
with undue funeral services casket closed
Am
Dm
Behold, unfold all you own, I come across your dome,
Am
burnin' your temple like rock roll
Dm
Am
Make way, son,
Dm
Am
I'm stompin' in my big black boots
Somebody help me,
Dm
Am
Dm
cause shit ain't even half -ass cute
Am
I'm full sprayin',
leavin' niggas layin' in a fetal position
Like
Nico
Dm
Brown, bleedin' from the mouth now
Am
I know they really out to get me,
I'm runnin' red lights
Beepin' the rival bucket killer's headlights
Dm
Am
I'm hearin' bullets hit my window,
I dip a swerve left
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Am
Dm
And pop him seventeen through his pinto,
Am
I'm still rollin'
Dm
Am
Just about to halfway mark,
it's halfway dark
Dm
This shit ain't really half -ass start,
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Dm
and I
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Dm
I ain't nigga do,
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Dm
Am
said it before,
I never let the
Dm
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Dm
Bible turn proud anymore
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Am
you
Dm
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