Tonalità: G major
Verse 1
F#m
G#m
F#m
Da bullshit, IC- Don motherfucker,
da bullshit
Funk Doc, motherfucker,
push whips, motherfucker
F#
F#m
G#m
Na, na, chill out, who got the weed in this motherfucker,
yo
F#m
Brick City, Jersey,
G#m
I got the weed, homie
F#
Na, na, na chill, chill, chill, na,
na chill , where the weed at
F#m
It's da bullshit, bullshit, yo where the weed at fellas,
G#m
what you light in'
F#
Yo, yo, you motherfuckers
Verse 2
F#m
gon' learn
F#
When it come to this shit,
I ain't about takin' turns
'Cause Doc's in the place,
the cold nigga, I'm too late to thaw
Doc unfold niggas 'til they ribs is raw
Verse 3
F#
G#m
Whether you up the ball or ride the bitch
F#
My pens write with a vengeance
G#m
F#
and Via gra in
G#m
Stay hard like the biceps when it's stacked
F#
I'm gritty, I wouldn't love
Verse 4
in a tennis match
F#
I don't like to sign autograph
G#m
F#m
s half the time
I scribble my name and draw
G#m
F#
a jackass design
F#m
G#m
Calvin Kleins spilled on the floor,
F#
you just got
F#m
Dogged on the tour, so,
F#
send some new whores, H O
G#m
F#
I got a food table to warm, a new neighbor
Verse 5
F#m
to warn
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And people at the label I'm on
F#m
F#
Crunch time, what you think
the forty- four is for
F#m
When I grub,
F#
I want the whole smorgas board
Verse 6
F#
Gotta clean my act up and,
get my thoughts straight
F#m
F#
Stop smashin' the five and ap
G#m
F#
pear in the court dates
I won't ride the bike unless
it's see be are
With no tricks but a bitch
G#m
F#
it'll be on nex t
Verse 7
I'm still wheel handlin,
G#m
you die in a ambulance
F#m
Block prime scramblin',
G#m
F#
glock nine handlin'
Duckin' the flows of mind
travelin'
F#m
You heard it before,
F#
you ain't Sunshine Anderson
Verse 8
F#
Got a bomb plantin' and
F#m
F#
I'm ready for more
Bitches gettin' in my party
givin' head at the do
All my niggas and my shorty's and
G#m
get high in the audience
F#m
I carry a gaudy gun,
G#m
F#
you'll die in the audience
Verse 9
F#m
F#
That's the bullshit, the bullshit
F#m
We walk up in the club
F#
we on the bullshit
That's the bullshit, the bullshit
G#m
Fondling your bitch ass off the bullshit
Verse 10
G
the bullshit, the bullshit
F#
Brick City,
Brook- non off the bullshit
G#m
That's the bullshit, that's the bullshit
F#
That's the- nah, nah, nah, nah,
chill nigga
That's the bullshit
Verse 11
F#
Yo, I put the pressure on a man
G#m
F#
without a gun in my hand
His limpin' lenny turn around and then
I pump from the pants
One nine in each arm,
I get hot as I squeeze from it
Now he's a cheap ornament,
G#m
F#
died in a street tournament
Verse 12
F#
Peep the clues, not deep with dudes My Benz
don't carry shoes 'cause
I'm cheap as Jews
But I let off this cannon bet
your fleet would move
F#m
After that I tell you and what
F#
the beat to do
Verse 13
F#
Fuck the Visine, duck when I
G#m
lean out the window
F#
With a shottie with me and myself
G#m
and Irene and my team
F#
G#m
F#
Fuck your mainstream dry off feet
I'm explosive as Simon in Die Hard 3
Verse 14
F#
Now you wavin' six flags
like you at GA
'Cause my gun on standby
like a flight delay
Sprayin' water on all those
G#m
F#
whoever's hot
Take they mic, take they jewels,
then them Bezell, Doc
Verse 15
F#
Stop IC- Don, get gone,
G#m
F#
nigga I'm here
Sippin' a beer,
5th with the clip in the rear
That'll lift him off his feet,
G#m
F#
make him flip in the air
I pull big guns out, like I'm hittin' a deer
Verse 16
F#
You don't really know
when trouble come
When you open your door and somebody
In yo, house chewin' bubble gum
With double guns, cocked in each hand
Nigga, you about to be buried in beach sand
Verse 17
F#
G#m
I don't care if you broke or not
F#
I don't care if you sell weed,
G#m
F#
dope, coke or not
Nigga, I still smoke the glock
Give your face polka dots,
G#m
y'all better hope I stop
Verse 18
G#m
F#
doom, I kidnap a classroom
G#m
F#
Hide 'em in the left wing of my bathroom
Do you think you could survive
all that we bring, ya
G#m
Bullets, comin' at ya just as long
as your finger
Verse 19
F#
And every, morning I linger on
G#m
the corner just drinkin'
F#
Borin' and thinkin',
G#m
F#
how I'm 'bout to score with this ink pen
F#m
You better hope we blow
G#m
on this rappin' shit
F#
F#m
You don't want us to go
F#
under the mattresses
Verse 20
F#
Shorty lookin' at me funny
G#m
like I don't get bank
F#
F#m
My house is hot bitch,
F#
I swim in my fish tank
G#m
F#
Every car got a bar, the whole clique drink
I'm a dirty nigga, nuts sweaty, dick stink
Verse 21
F#
After we fuck,
G#m
I'm takin' you to S and D's
F#
That's a lie bitch I am on ecstasy
I won't remember none
of this when the X in me
F#m
F#
So if you want sex for free, check for me,
Outro 1
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