调:Db major•
Verse 1
Even if, your shocked by it
By myself, better off bein' you"
Verse 2
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E
smokin' that A.K
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E
Gb
Norther lights, yeah.. stick 'em!
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Gb
Uh, ahhh, baby, you know it like a poet,
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E
Gb
Yeah, yeah, crooked letter in, uh uh,
Verse 3
Come on! Self service
let that weed burn
Back in this bitch, class dismissed,
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E
Gb
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Your only as good as your last hit
Till you blasted,
till y'all come ashes to ashes
We make classic, huh,
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Db
Gb
You either up or down,
Verse 4
The crowds, scared to bust a round,
don't get that ass kicked
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Db
What part of the game is this?
I came to break bread,
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E
evidently y'all killas came to bitch, nigga
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Some say they pull trigga, I
my five mics
Give me, some weed and
Verse 5
the illest M.C.,
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Cm
Fm
Db
to ever play the tough city
To find out it'll cost
Across your face swiftly,
It's raw, sushi,
Quarter a Lucy,
Verse 6
think she gon' pop coochie
I can't do nothin' wit you
and we ain't fuckin' wit you
say I'm too pushy
that's some new pussy
it's gettin' ugly even
With niggaz so broke,
Verse 7
Yeah, that's it
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