Tonalità: D minor
Verse 1
Fm
Bbm
Ayo, ayo, what up, yo
What up, y'all, this that Pretty Toney shit
Fm
It's like yo I know there's a lot
Bbm
of hoods and shit out there
A lot of niggas done got bodied
A lot of niggas done got robbed
and shit
You know what I mean? We love
Cm
a lot of things in the hood
Fm
But time goes on,
Db
Bbm
and if we don't change a lot of shit
Db
Bbm
Shit always gonna be this way,
Fm
Bbm
and that's a motherfucker fact!
Fm
Bbm
True gangsta shit, y'all, yo, yo, yo
Fm
When y'all turn my mic up in
here, bareback shit
Bbm
Know what I mean? Tired of y'all
motherfuckers and shit
Fm
One- two, fuck around and clobber
of y'all motherfuckers
Bbm
Yo Spidey, put that
reverb shit, on
Fm
Db
Bbm
Come on "Can you feel it? Can
Ab
Fm
Bbm
you feel it?" Yeah
Ab
Fm
"Can you feel it" Let's go, fuck it"
Live from Staten Island, where the gangstas kill
Verse 2
Bbm
Only
place on the map,
Fm
that got the 30 dollar bill
And we front like we got millions
Bbm
Our specialty is how we willie,
niggas
Fm
That's how Buck brought the building
And the police is pussy,
they protect and serve
Bbm
They connect,
Fm
with baseheads then they frisk our birds
Smack DVDs, blowin' herb,
I'm in the room
Bbm
Bonin' these two white bitches,
Fm
Ice baggin' up work
That's how we get down,
fuck Vegas
Bbm
The black Carlo Gambino,
rockin' the wallo's
Blow his diamonds in Z- No's,
Fm
spicey, verses is jalapeños
Bbm
Best believe when I'm in the big Escalade,
Fm
I'm sittin' on Dino
Db
Cm
Bbm
Tone Stark, a poet's art,
kiss the girls
Ab
Fm
And bake them pies, clean up,
Db
some are old darts
Cm
Bbm
This that real live don shit, you heard!
Fm
Verse 3
Yo, they lick forty rounds, today
Bbm
Okay, plus the shit is mad
hot around the way
Fm
Niggas don't give a fuck
on any time or day
Bbm
Or if he dyin' today,
or could he find a way
Fm
Blow niggas over 'turt, bitches,
dimes and trays
Bbm
Throw a nigga a jew el
and watch him slide away
Fm
It's like that, in the hood,
he in the grimy say
Bbm
But what we try'na say
is gonna "be this way"
Db
Cm
Bbm
It don't have to, it don't have to,
Fm
"My God!"
Verse 4
Fm
With big carrots and static,
Bbm
with that leaves the bad habits
Drugs layin' in buildings with
Fm
great big automatics
Animos' in the hood, it's a fact,
we could do magic
Bbm
Splatter faggots in lobbies,
Fm
the heat burn off his eyelashes
Don't try to pass this,
back up or you'll receive something
Bbm
Fm
Real tragic, them hollows'll race
Bbm
Fm
through your jacket
Semi gangstas with weak tactics
Bbm
Forensic scientists called in to
Fm
display graphics
For square inch to his back winds
They brain is spleen,
it's left all over a fiend's mattress
Bbm
Bastard, we cock and squeeze
after we leave our ratchets
Fm
We keep the hood cryin'
for massive havoc
Bbm
No Trix we take from silly rabbits,
Fm
yo feed them lead carrots
Db
Cm
Bbm
The little mans'llconnect
and they touch that fabric
Ab
Fm
The only thing that can stop
'em is that tephlon phat shit
Db
Cm
Bbm
Maybe artillery's heavy like
Fm
a bunch of fat chicks
Baow! Ain't no comin'
Verse 5
back bitch!
Fm
Yo, they lick forty rounds, today
Bbm
Okay, plus the shit is mad
hot around the way
Fm
Niggas don't give a fuck
on any time or day
Bbm
Or if he dyin' today,
or could he find a way
Fm
Blow niggas over 'turt, bitches,
dimes and trays
Bbm
Throw a nigga a jew el
and watch him slide away
Fm
It's like that, in the hood,
he in the grimy say
Bbm
But what we try'nna say
is gonna "be this way"
Db
Bbm
It don't have to, it don't have to,
Fm
"My God!"
Outro 1
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