Tonalità: D minor
Verse 1
Bm
G
Come on, come on rap dudes,
Bm
let's rap rap dudes
Yeah, yeah,
F
Bm
come on motherfucka, yeah I gave ya a hour, nigga
But now I want my shit back,
bring it to ya ass, Fizzy Wo Mack, L.A.
G
I'm a continue to bring it to ya
Bm
ass, motherfucka
Verse 2
Bm
Welcome me back bitch nigga,
it's the rapper dude
(Slash)
No actor dude, snap a dude
(Brownsville)
You listen to gun shots pop,
it's murder capitol
We all for one boy,
where them young boys clappin' you
Verse 3
Bm
And thugs hold the fort down tight,
they bust back at you
Another nigga drop,
tryin' to stop drug traffic dude
Be- Boy's employed decoys
just to trap a fool
Any and every individual this
can happen too
Verse 4
Bm
We move on niggas,
rip two's on niggas
'cause ain't no tellin'
Em
what them fellas about
Bm
I remain in the cut,
comprehendin' ya doubts
Back up off me,
soft me, spit ten then I'm out
Verse 5
Bm
Silly motherfuckas gettin' carried away
But they fuck around with Fame
and get carried away
'cause I'm a nigga of the Earth,
nigga of sea
Nigga of the sky, the Fire, M.O.P.
Verse 6
Bm
I'm a front big Willie like
I'm runnin' this game
What I can play,
D
Bm
Lil' Fame like a mothafucka
Say why ya rollin', I'm patrolin',
man God on steel
Who the fuck you think you are nigga?
Ron O'Neal?
(Fuck outta here)
Verse 7
Bm
All I really need is respect,
that's what I'm mention for
(Bitch)
What you inchin' for,
what ya flinchin' fo'?
(Clack clack)
And when it jump off,
don't ask did he know
Verse 8
Bm
Because he knows who the fuck I am, Fizzy Woe,
G
Bm
Em
G
magnificent baby
Bm
D
Em
Firing Squad, one of a kind nigga,
G
top of the line niggas
Bm
D
Divine niggas illest, My niggas,
Em
Bm
G
Bm
D
you know my steez nigga
Em
G
You know my steez, M.O.P.,
Bm
D
Fizzy Woe
Verse 9
D
Em
Yo I'm a Brownsville native junior,
G
I'm talkin' born and raised
D
That's where we learn to let the pistol spark
Em
G
bark and blaze
(First Family)
D
Suffer for days
D
And we inheritin' them criminal ways
Em
I sur vive
Verse 10
G
with a fist full of
hopes and dreams
D
And a hand full of niggas
that I call upon team
Em
G
By the time I was thirteen
(Thirteen)
D
I got myself a 318 and startin'
makin' moves, baby
Verse 11
G
like I told ya boy,
D
my environment put me on front line
(Soldier Boy)
Em
Bm
D
Rapid fire the greatest of all time
We 'em dance,
D
waitin' for Shaq to get back
(Welcome home my nigga)
Verse 12
D
I done made plans,
Em
G
96% of this world don't know I exist
D
That's why my point is gettin' missed
Em
G
I walks with my brother Mike Sone,
as I stroll through the ghetto
D
Em
And the sun is like the wind beneath my wings like zeros,
G
Dm
D
nigga
Outro 1
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