调：C major•
Verse 1
Bb
Gm
C
gas, bitches
Gather 'round
Bb
G
C
Get the whole
world
Verse 2
two to the head
Knowledge me God,
the shit I'm bout to holler is hard
From start, this little nigga had
a hell of a heart
His pops, bangin' that shit in his arms,
broken
is there an upside?
His brother got murdered up
North by milletas
Ma- ma, battlin', cancer,
of the colon
At the tender age of thirteen,
watchin' his world close in
from a heart so cold
It ain't pumpin' out the love no mo',
and I feel that
'Cause God when you really need it,
where the love at?
That's why a lot of niggas
got more faith in they gat
take it with you and know
This lil' nigga bout to kill
all comers for cash flow
His role model, the heat,
cause it runs streets
Used to show love now he got
nuttin but hatred and foes
Five- double- oh's, hoes so deep
He the type of nigga that got it
R- U- L, E baby
Smell the beef, it continue to uh,
give em hell
Fill they bodies with shells
and leave niggas
With a story to tell, uh- huh
Verse 3
On the streets we got guns
and drugs for sale
Cause you hoes know the game
that we play is real
Verse 4
I'm prayin to God, know I'm goin to hell
If it's out of my hands,
I'll let time prevail, huh
Verse 5
Fm
Verse 6
Shit, niggas motherfuckin'
die for this shit
We do
Hustle hard from city to city
All my niggas
Verse 7
than ever before
Copped the two door,
six- double- oh off a raw
Show no love for loss since big
eight be that lucky
Number, we slammed eight
of those in Kentucky
mo', diamonds
New clothes L.A. hoes
that'll ride us pronto
Once you, lived in luxury,
you can't leave it
Verse 8
turnin' broke bitches into divas
cuttin' these niggas creepin'
Tie em on every block,
til we shut down shop
So keep your glock cocked,
one in the head
Push the five series drop just in case
we gotta spit and spread
we was in the Caribbean
With two of our women friends
sippin' Remi and Henny
Verse 9
to the Florida Keys and blow trees
Fuck a couple of hoes and spend
some cheese
is supposed to be
Make our way to N.O. cause we,
Bout It Bout It
Then down to D.C. where
they, cock it pop it
Listen up life is nothin' but the hot shit,
It ain't hard that's like pushin'
dope in the 5th Ward
And just to get to God,
I'll go through hell
And leave the world with a story to tell, hehe
Verse 10
On the streets we got guns
and drugs for sale
And you hoes know the game
that we play is real
Keep your mind on the money and
your weapons concealed, huh
Verse 11
I'm prayin' to God,
know I'm goin' to hell
If it's out of my hands, I'll let time prevail
Listen up I got a story to tell
Verse 12
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