Tonalità: A minor•
Verse 1
Am
Get tin' this money,
tryna stay, you know
Tryna stay about the light,
about the spotlight
The club, and all that kinda stuff, man
Dm
Am
Tryna hide, tryna be new
But it's all fake,
Dm
Am
understand what I'm sayin'?
This life, this game
Came up the hard way,
before I seen heart, yeah
To think I'd be a star today
would always seem far away
I always kneel, prayed to God
I had the whole hood locked, man
I could've played like 50
and stayed and robbed
The rap game nice,
it's just a bunch of pussies in it
I ain't even want this shit,
Dm
the homies push me in it
So I got in the lab, started doing my thing
E
Said everything I spit in the booth
was truly the game
Am
Started making a name,
started making some change
Started buying at work,
started skating on things
Recognized by real niggas,
like DJ Screws
Tupac, nigga, Jam Master J2
I hit a layup for 9 -2
Her sugar night was getting his,
I wanted mines too
Dm
I'm heavy on the grind too
E
Man, I'm talking deep in these streets
With them heats,
risking penitentiary time too
somebody done got robbed
Shooting up your whole block
Bodies get them falling everywhere
Gangsta, all about the money though
Homey you already know that I can be your worst nightmare,
like, nooooo.
Please don't make me do it,
Dm
please don't make me do it,
Am
please don't make me do it.
Dm
It goes, one, two niggas,
what you wanna do?
E
Three, four, homie,
let's go to Wall Street.
Am
I knew death was on the hunt,
Smith & Wesson are the punk.
They just hatin' when I'm skating,
so invest on these punks.
In the city where's funk,
and they talkin' about killin' me.
But your boy got that good work,
so right now they feelin' me.
And they don't want beef,
got the keys to they safe
I'm the one that got them mechs
getting keys to they state
Dm
Cali streets is hot, so I rock still wetter
E
I pour it all down your throat
like a Dr. Pepper
Am
I'm hood and understood
to get your gang up homie
Loyalty, real G's never change up homie
We get tatted with the hood
and get our bang on homie
Roll through, no mask,
get our flame on homie
And after 32 shots I'm a U -turn
Come back with 32 shots
for your crew's turn
Dm
Then I hit the gas on the ass,
bet I get away
E
Nigga, I'll be damned if I let
them bitches get mad
Am
Gunshots, somebody the cop pop
Shootin' up your whole block
Bodies get to fallin' everywhere
All about the money, though
Homie, you already know
That I can be your worst nightmare
Like, no!
Please don't make me do it
Please don't make me do it
Please don't make me do it
Dm
It go one, two, niggas,
E
what you wanna do?
Rainfall, homie, let's go to war
Am
I'm gon' rag around the throat,
four mag and a coke
Forty cal on the hip, and this bitch
The rap gang came back,
like when I'm whippin' the work, homie
Your boy's in position,
now here come the turf, homies
I come from the dirt, homies,
where drugs and the murders be
The dirt, rock corners,
Dm
Am
where the scums of the earth'll be
Dm
They all wanna merge with me,
cause I really murder, see
E
Had that bourbon, excursion,
and conversion creed
Am
Nigga, you heard of me,
I bring the emergency
Like, gon' take them to pop,
big ear surgery
Boy, I be hurtin' it, fully auto -semi -switched M16,
200 rounds and a clip
Rather a pig or a snitch,
you gon' lay in a ditch
Dm
Am
Dm
You in your whip or your crib,
Am
I'm still able to hit
Dm
Blow open double doors,
blows and marble floors
E
Like, fuck the cops, still war, boy,
Am
nigga, I'm gangsta
Gunshots, somebody done got one
Shootin' up your whole block
Bodies get to fallin' everywhere
Gangsta, all about the money though
Homie, you already know that I can be
your worst nightmare, like no
Please don't make me do it
Please don't make me do it
Dm
Am
Please don't make me do it
Dm
It go one, two, niggas,
what you wanna do?
E
Three, four, homie, let's go to war,
Am
Dm
Am
yeah
C
Fm
You you can do this to me?
You motherfuckers will be playing
basketball in Pelican Bay
Fm
when I get finished with you.
Shoe program, nigga.
Fm
Twenty -three hour lockdown.
I'm the man up in this piece.
You'll never see the light of day,
Fm
who the fuck you think you fucking with?
I'm the police. I run shit here.
You just live here.
Csus4
Yeah, that's right,
you better walk away.
Go on, walk away,
because I'm going to burn this motherfucker down.
King Kong ain't got shit on me!
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