调：A minor
Verse 1
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Uh, yeah,
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William H niggas
Verse 2
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That's why I squeeze first,
That's how most of these
so- called gangstas pass
Cm
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I squeeze first, ask questions last
that's why I'm livin' today
Verse 3
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Yo, when I meet ya, I heat ya down
When I greet ya, meet ya with pound
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Not the handshake,
The kind that put land over your face
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I pop ya, let doctors stitch ya
I- N- F- R- A, will not miss ya
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I move light, like my shoes too tight
from the day to the night
Daytime it gets dark when
that pistol barkin'
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I keep cash 'case cops arrest me
kids could get back me
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You shall repent 'fore you spend a red cent
If not you, somebody of close descent
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Thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from
Mr. Shawn Corey
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Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke,
Verse 4
Am
questions last
That's how most of these so-
called gangstas pass
'Cause when I pull up, always pop,
that's why I'm livin' today (yeah)
Verse 5
Am
with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from
Mr. Shawn Corey
Eb
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Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept
I'm hard to smoke
Cm
Eb
Am
Thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from
Mr. Shawn Corey
Eb
Am
Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke,
Verse 6
Am
questions last
That's how most of these so-
called gangstas pass
Verse 7
Y'all don't understand
Face a thousand deaths from
Mr. Shawn Corey
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Am
Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke,
y'all choke niggas
Verse 8
Am
questions last
'Cause when I pull up, always pop,
that's why I'm livin' today
Verse 9
I push blow in a blizzard
I'm a player for real, I post and pivot
Where the demons live,
shit my scene is vivid
Squeamish kids,
It's about to get so obscene in a minute
Wasn't proud of it, but
I was a child fuck it
Niggas is jealous, hell is hot,
you heard X
Was afraid that he'd tell me I deserve less
'Til you heard the cries of my mama,
me givin' her drama
And before she could say, "Jay"
I was out the door, pouch full of raw,
a outlaw mentality
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Men gotta do men things for men salary
Bad Boy, not Puff or Mike Lowery
Outro 1
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