Tonalità: A minor•
Verse 1
Am
E
[Busta Rhymes]
Am
Yo, it all began like, bust it
My nigga City bout to bounce on a trip
We met some niggas with a lot
of things they want em to flip
I told my nigga get the dough
and keep the blau on your hip
E
Travel safe, you know that I'ma
hold it down on the strip
Am
Good looking, word to mother
son I give you my wit
But when I get back,
E
I'ma bounce straight to your crib
Am
On the strength,
son slid until you to the Greyhound
E
Am
Wit a burner in the knapsack,
headed straight outta town
Now, three days pass I'm still
on the strip
Doing hand to hand with twelve collapsible,
stashable clips
With little magnets on the side of the clips
E
we planted like a project
When police come we stick the clips
Am
in any metal object
Throwing a nigga on the walls
and try to search me down
I laugh knowin that my
E
stash'll never be found
Am
Well any way, on the third day,
E
son came straight to the strip
Wit a new floss and shiny
shoes on the whip
Am
My nigga hit me with the latest,
greatest
He told me get inside the whip so I can know
just what the up to date is
He said he fuckin wit some Guyanese niggas
how ill them niggas is
E
What kind of dough they get,
Am
and how they handle they biz
How they connect with Jamaican
niggas who speak American
And how they chains swung
E
a medallion iced out pelicans
Am
And how they stay
wit four pounders
E
And speak American to try to blend in
Am
Like they ain't obvious out of towners
Okay, I've never heard of workers
getting five G's pay
For trips that last for only 2- 3 day
How these Guyanese niggas be eating
E
pasta but they love zucchini
Rocking valor tennis suits
Am
by Sergio Tecchini
Them type of cats that call you
because you can't call 'em
E
Rocking baseball fitters with wild
Am
animal skins on 'em
How they rock silks and tailor made pants
E
And get a matching bally shoe for the silk
Am
to step in the dance
Washrags hangin from every
one of our back pockets
From every fine wine to champagne
them niggas'll straight cop it
And set up shops in them neighborhoods
that was residential
E
Am
Rock laced whips while the
workers'll floss the latest rentals
How they fuck with arrogant
bitches who act pussy
And love to hustle wit niggas
E
Am
and stash coke up in they pussy
After all of that I wanted ones
E
The way my nigga was talking so nex
Am
t trip I went to bounce with son
So now we out of town
with Guyanese cats
Up in they gates bubbling
packages and laying with gats
Shit was slow until the main
fiend was offed
E
Just like a thief in the night
And spread the word that we was back
Am
with the white
Verse 2
[Intermission]
"Hey yo why don't you tell that
crackhead to close the fuckin door
E
And shut the fuck up"
"Yeah man and clean the motherfucking
Am
spot up, smell like"
E
"Break the fucking breakdown in the working city,
yo go get the plates
Am
And the gym star"
"Yo light that up,
lemme hit that, gimme a light, yeah man cut that"
"Fuck this shit"
Verse 3
Am
[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, see how we blowing pa
The lookout niggas holding fort
like they was watchtowers
E
Bugging on how we went through,
Am
a half a brick every couple of hours
So on and so on, shit
is good and we eating
First nigga to short a package will catch
E
Am
the most brutal beating
The whole town, see we now own it
E
Carrying on and blemishing all in the hearts
Am
of the best moments
We stacking cheddar now
and shit is all clear
And we was growing as working
niggas wit aspiring ideas
We love to floss and the feeling
of pushing chrome shit
E
But in the grand scheme these
Am
niggas'll love to have they own shit
Now these niggas was really
ready to swell up
We decided to separate from them
E
niggas and make our shit develop
Am
Off in to the wilderness
E
of the wicked Husid
We set up shops and
Am
watched the games be gin
So now we balling like a motherfucker,
money was sick
Gas on the cheddar and
these bitches ridin the dick
Fucking everything from the local McDonald's
E
bitches with the biggest ass
To attorney bitches that'll
Am
beat a charge fast
We used to taking niggas' custies and leave
they set up on tilt
And watch 'em angrily scheme
E
on the shit that we built
Am
Ain't it funny how shit transpire in fact
E
Not too long after our ride we took the winner's stash,
Am
house was at
Some niggas tried to run a jook with
things in they palm
Not a problem so immediately
reach for the john
Right away the gun buist!
straight lifted a nigga
E
How we moved his organs with
Am
kickback, shifted a nigga
Wild shots fire,
everybody scatter like rats
Leavingg nothing but gunpowder and
E
a trail of smoke in these gats
Am
Now we got this fagot nigga blood
on our hands
E
But fuck it, determined to fulfill
Am
the best of these plans
Shit was hot but we was nowhere
near ready to fall
My son said he shot,
but he wasn't bleeding at all
Word, I started bugging when
my nigga said he feel cold
E
Then I looked up on the right side
Am
of his shirt and found a little hole
So as we continue to radically
blaze the fifth
Flame the iron, not giving a fuck,
E
y'all niggas want to rip?
Am
Well we deaded three out of
the four niggas who tried to jook
E
One nigga slid and think
Am
he got off the hook
Now let me find out one out of them
three niggas we bodied
Was one of them Guyanese niggas
who buy drinks up for the party
He was the nigga to flood
the table with champagnes
E
Am
Stupid motherfucker tried to front,
we had to leak his brain
Suddenly my nigga fell to the floor
And said his legs feel like them
E
shits ain't got no feelings no more
Am
More the actin up the more
the shit I felt in my gut
E
The shit was all over as soon
Verse 4
as the director said CUT!
Am
That's a wrap, good acting motherfuckers,
good acting
That's the shit I'm talking about
Y'all ready to watch the playback?
Fuck around, that shit'll be a box
office smash motherfuckers
Ti è piaciuto il brano?
Devi per lasciare una valutazione.
AccordatoreE A D G B E
AccordiAm E
Altri brani di Busta Rhymes
Scopri altri brani e i relativi accordi
Accordi popolari a livello globale
Accordi e tablature più suonati dagli utenti
Aggiunti di recente
Accordi e tablature aggiunti di recente