Tonalità: Db major
Verse 1
F
Fm
F
Em
Fm
F
Em
Wake your punk ass up
Fm
F
(what time is
Em
Fm
F
Verse 2
Fm
Tired as fuck just woke
up what's goin' on?
Em
Gun Clapper 3 yelling sound
thee alarm
Fm
This ain't no drill move your fuckin'
ass cause they here
F
Em
Pass the mask tear gas is tossed
in the air
Fm
We're surrounded street is crowed
can't wait no more
F
Em
First break fuck bust through that
Fm
front door
Poppadidick and if they double
up they get splitted
F
Hit 'em did 'em no damn
Em
good Benedic Arnold
Verse 3
Fm
Calm yourself there's no
need for panicing
Em
Slugs to him chest leavin' him
self stiff like manakins
Fm
Men it is, the fuckin' worst way to die
F
But when I die I'm goin'
Em
all out with my five
Verse 4
Fm
But hold on son I got
your back you got mine?
F
Em
First pick flinch or move
leave 'em spine
Fm
On the table, spit belly from the navel
F
Em
Unable to talk his trash I stalk
kick that mayheim
Verse 5
Fm
Let's move along,
you know we stand strong
F
Allah got our backs so
Em
we won't go wrong
F
Fm
Cause shit is all hot up in our face
F
I think we should slide to a place
Em
where it's safe
Come on
Verse 6
Fm
Time's a wastin' no lookin'
back or move fakin'
Em
Devils of all kinds cross lines so
now I'm thinkin'
Fm
Es cape route (no doubt) cause
odds is far from even
Em
No joke loc I just hope
we see this evening
Verse 7
Fm
Just be ready for whatever,
come dress for action
F
Em
If we gettin' pass him if not
we just blastin'
Fm
Him so let it not,
have to come down to that
F
Em
But for now son keep the fuckin' mack where
it's at
Fm
F
Em
Fm
Verse 8
F
Em
F
Fm
It takes one time and a word to start
my niggas to envy
F
Em
You don't know how it is after dark
Fm
So stop figuring that we give a fuck
Cause you know me not give a fuck
F
In this jungle walk we stalk
Em
with the shottie
Fm
The pumps, come try and put yourself
in our boots likkle youth
F
Better face behind this madness
Em
you done started in your root
Verse 9
Fm
So who be you copy cat
standing over there
C
Trying to come clear and face
Em
to face with my dry tear
Fm
I raise hell smells from my inhales
My minds not here and I
Em
don't think you want to go there
Fm
So stand clear,
or get ripped from the rear
To your head, O.G.C. payed dues to
Fm
get you red (fed up)
Whatever, bring your flame
you can call it ruckus
F
Em
We make shit so hot you can call this Waco
F
Fm
Fm
Em
Texas
(boom)
Verse 10
C
I beez Starang man I get
Fm
s wicked on the flow
Verse 11
Fm
F
It's Louieville you know
Em
I pack the bat like so
Verse 12
Fm
I be the Top Dawg but better
known as the O
Em
Motherfucks better act like they know
Verse 13
Outro 1
F
Em
Fm
F
Em
Fm
Fm
Fm
F
Em
Fm
F
Em
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