调：D minor
Verse 1
Am
C
Am
C
"Ayyo, let me tell y'all somethin'.
("We ball.") pimp like the
pimpers pimp; ("We pimps.")
And when we want,
Am
C
("You want drugs?") 'Knaw- mean? Southwest,
("That's right.") What.
Ayyo, check it."
Verse 2
long furs
Usually if I shot at you niggas,
we had words
it's bad nerves
Am
C
Em
Mister, a step above like street curbs
M- are D- O- T, somethin' nasty
Price it but ain' gon' cop?
Don't ask me
Am
C
Am
Hot as the drop. Cold, my top glassy
I'm grown? Kidnap me
Wit' no problem, spray your Accord
Then I spent off, wipe my fingerprints off
Rob pass the creep. Man,
got
bounce on Crenshaw
Tell them Boyz in your Hood the same
goes for y'all. What?!
Verse 3
kinfolk
the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better
let it go
ask your kinfolk
Man, you know it's real when
the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect.
Verse 4
Layin' on the deck,
blood pressure gettin' low
And it's fucked up because you
but can't trust you
It's me and Mister,
's like A.C. and O.J.:
Am
C
Am
Tell ya again, don't fuck wit' A. Jones,
Kill you while you talkin' to
broads on pay phones
dough. ("Yeah.")
Ski mask outta ya house and get low
That's invisible threats
Am
C
Em
See Boo iced out in in visible sets
Niggas must think that I'm outta my mind
Like I'm out in the streets
Reason why, you went sick- up crazy
Now your mom over top of you like
'Get up, baby!'
Am
C
Em
I'ma put it on wax in fact and that's rap
Let it go. Uh. Mister Man, Boobonic
Verse 5
the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better
let it go
that got him smoked
Man, you know it's real when
the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect.
Mothafucka, better let it go
Verse 6
glock? ("Mister.")
on... ("Mister.")
Big chips? ("Mister.") Nice
whips? ("Mister.")
Big dick? ("Mister.") Fuck yo' sister
Whole time,
Knowin' I'ma playa. How
the fuck you think that?
Compare a brick of raw to an ounce
Verse 7
Am
C
At the bar. Cristal and a bucket of ice
'cause I'm eatin'
Type: crack on my bitch just to tell her I'm
that got the street hot,
Crushin' all y'all niggas that
Am
C
Out in Cali in a four- point- six tippin'
The new lever, did more than you ever
Real niggas hate when we spill,
we too clever
Verse 8
Am
C
Em
That's how the game go. Young blood,
the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better
the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better
let it go
that got him smoked
Man, you know it's real when
the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better
let it go
that got him smoked
the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better
Am
let it go
ask your kinfolk
Am
C
Em
Don't do the same dumb shit
that got him smoked
Man, you know it's real when
the gun go. (Gun shot)
Outro 1
Am
C
Am
C
Em
Am
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