Tonalità: G# minor
Verse 1
Em
B
Em
Gotta bring it to you cowards
and it's gonna be-
Cowards and it's gonna be sicker
than all the niggas who-
C
Em
Yeah, uh, look
Verse 2
Em
You can tell a nigga like me
ain't never had shit
R.I.P., I miss my dawgs like Mike Vick
Zombies in that midnight fog,
C
them boys sic 'em
F
Em
Fall victim to a gun brawl started
over some bitches
Niggas trippin',
B
they taking whatever's given
Em
The irony when a nigga starving,
gotta grip the biscuit
Jump the fence,
empty all the dishes out your kitchen
F
If you witnessing the click- click-
Em
clickin' they spill the grits
Feel the kick, fuck a fair catch, kill
'em, who tryna take the hit?
First take, go to first base,
Stephen A. Smith Wess' on the hip
Talkin' shit like Skip
Or Shannon Sharpe shootin'
off the top of the cliff
Verse 3
B
And if I got to bring it to you cowards
Em
then it's gonna be sick
Put in my ten thousand hours while
the clock still tick, Zone 6
Five fingers with the suck my dick
Me and Izzy was slap boxin',
nigga bust my lip
Start fighting lil' brother
B
on some tough guy shit
Em
But if you ever did me wrong
he on some "what's right" shit
B
Em
Bust a left, feel the pressure
like the bust pipe drip
Blood red, rum sippin',
they ain't cut like this
Verse 4
F
Em
Mama said, "When you fall down
B
Em
stand up get a bandage"
"I ain't got cheeseburger money,
make a sandwich"
"Why you being bad? See,
your Dad'll get ya ass whipped"
Seven cracked head bad kids
in a Caravan
Verse 5
Em
Somebody involved in stealin',
it's on (it wasn't)
It's gon' be so bad
When the girl went off on Precious
(they're gonna protect you)
The girl went off on Precious
and Rosalyn went in
No, Rosalyn said
"Oh, for real,
I'll see you when you get outside" (exactly, exactly)
That's okay, my fault,
my fault (Rosalyn s- , woo)
(Rosalyn said- ) for real?
No, no, no, no, stop, stop, stop, stop,
stop (look, uh)
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Verse 6
Em
You can tell a nigga like me ain't met
a nigga like me
Metaphysical things seen in dreams,
what you believe?
You bleed, I bleed, and draw blood
F
Em
I'm a fucking artiste, Artest, with the gun
I can give my world peace,
give your world ether
Big dick or grief, I can give your girl either
She could be the, could be the
collapse of a kingdom
F
But Kings gotta peep deceit,
Em
word, the Caesar
B
Em
Remind me to keep receipts, y'all shit weak
B
I ain't worried that that bullshit leaked
Em
See the volumes it speaks
to your broke speakers
Niggas breakin' they back tryna promote
B
some shit that ain't even dope
Em
They ask for my coat when
I walk through the door
God flow, I don't walk on the floor
God knows y'all hoes,
y'all shows ain't packin' the door
Crack in the floor,
C
Em
I'on even know nig gas rappin' no more
Verse 7
Em
Okay, runnin' my city,
F
Em
I am my shooter
Minding my business, I am not you
Runnin' my city, I am my shooter
C
Minding my business,
F
Em
I am not you
Runnin' my city, I am my shooter
Minding my business, I am not you
Runnin' my city, I am my shooter
Minding my business, how about you?
Verse 8
Em
Look, uh, I do it for Royal and Rosalyn
Rachel and Carl, Izzy, Precious, Destin
Strong seven kids, different blessings
B
Izzy athletic as fuck, All American star
Em
Hard head, scholarship but
his school in New Orleans
On the football shit,
but in class he on the smart shit (hey)
Black man using his mind,
it's a target on your forehead
Gotta stay on point like a marksman
Make a mark,
leave a footprint before marching
B
Em
Bro graduating so we heading to the blue
state (yeah)
Fam celebratin' granny
cookin' up a few cakes
Yeah, gown on with the cap
like a toupee
Handed a diploma, all the room say,
"Hooray"
Hooray, today, catch a bouquet
B
Tonight'll probably be a movie,
Em
what's a Blu- ray?
I got some new Jays and a fade,
we hit the section with the football team
And a couple other professionals
It sound cool,
B
Em
but really this a confessional
F
Twenty minutes in and Precious done went
Em
to the restroom
Said they got to hittin' with some women
and they 'bout to get kicked out
They ain't even tell us
B
what that shit was about
Em
B
All I really seen from the big VIP couch
Em
B
Was a nigga swing and hit my
sister right in the mouth
Em
The bouncer tried to block the door,
B
Em
that way we couldn't get out
But fuck that, the whole team bust
B
that motherfucker down
Em
Now we fighting in the street,
it's like ten against twenty- three
I was seventeen swinging
on any and everything
Bing bing, seen my brother doin'
buddy like a boxin' ring
C
Ros' got a bitch doing
Em
the hair weave sling
So beautiful,
beatin' ass was like a family thing
Fightin' together made us tighter in spite of
how we would argue and scream
And now we brawling right outside
of a party in New Orleans
And all the people start police calling
Pack us inside of a patty wagon,
Em
To saltine crackers that wanna
B
shackle us in chains (hey)
Em
B
Lo and behold they held us in the holding
Em
cell for six or maybe seven hours
B
Just to let us go without a stain
Em
But who's to blame when all of us
got the same mind frame?
We like a gang,
mom and pop would probably be proud and ashamed
Pound for pound my sister Precious
never lost a fade
C
Em
Got up of the ground and she said she
could hear my father saying
Verse 9
B
Mama said, "When you fall down
Em
stand up get a bandage"
"I ain't got cheeseburger money,
make a sandwich"
"Why you being bad? See,
your Dad'll get ya ass whipped"
Seven cracked head bad kids
in a Caravan
Verse 10
Em
Hold on, hold on, hold on
What happened? What
F
happened? What happened?
He came in the club
Em
We're talking, we go to the restroom
I go in the bathroom open the door
C
"Dang, B, you could've said sorry"
F
Em
And I said "B? You ain't gotta day say all that,
B
F
it ain't that serious"
Em
And she was all, "Oh,
it's that serious because you were in the bathroom"
Ra said, "Okay B,
F
I got you when you come outside"
Em
C
Time she opened the door,
F
Rosalyn said, "Roof"
Em
I said, "Oh, okay,
B
we fighting" (damn)
Em
She was in the stall
B
(oh, the stall door)
Em
Yeah, she was peeing, girl,
B
she pulled her pants up
She opened the door and Rosalyn hit her
Em
B
(and proceed to- )j
Em
B
And you know what?
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