Tonalità: F# minor
Verse 1
F#m
D
Aye, you want some of this shit?
F#m
Naw, I don't want that shit
D
I don't give a fuck
I don't play that shit,
and I'm finna buss a cap in a nigga
F#m
Man, shut the fuck up! Whoa! Slow down,
D
slow down, slow down!
F#m
You see that brick house right there?
D
That's the nigga's crib
When he come out you,
gotta tighten his ass up
Verse 2
I'ma get in the other car, aight
D
F#m
If there's beef,
cock it and dump it
B
A
B
The drama really means nothing to me
D
I'll ride by and blow ya brains out
F#m
There's no time to cock it,
E
no way you can stop it
D
When niggas run up on
C#
you with them thangs out
F#m
I do what
Verse 3
I gotta do,
A
I don't care I if get caught
B
F#m
The DA can play this mother
D
fucking tape in court
F#m
I'll kill you
A
F#m
D
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying,
homie, I ain't playing
C#
F#m
Catch you slipping, I'ma kill you
A
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying,
B
F#m
D
homie I ain't playing
Verse 4
F#m
Keep thinking I'm candy 'til
ya fucking skull get popped
D
An d ya brain hop out the
C#
top like Jack- in- the- box
F#m
In the hood summer time
D
A
is the killing season
B
It's hot out this bitch,
F#m
D
that's a good enough reason
F#m
I've seen gangstas get religious
when they start bleeding
D
Saying, "Lord,
F#m
C#
Jesus help me" 'cause they as s leaking
F#m
When they window roll down
A
and that A.K. come out
D
B
You can squeeze ya little hand
D
gun 'til you run out
F#m
And you can run
Verse 5
for ya backup
E
F#m
D
But them machine gun shells
gon' tear ya back up
C#
F#m
God's on ya side? Shit,
A
I'm aight with that
B
'Cause we gon' reload them clips
F#m
D
and come right back
It's a fact, homie,
F#m
you go against me, ya fucked
E
D
I get the drop, if you can duck
F#m
ya luckier than Lady Luck
Verse 6
F#m
Look, nigga, don't think you safe
A
'cause you moved out the hood
B
'Cause ya mama still around,
D
dawg, and that ain't good
F#m
If you was smart you'd be
shook of me
E
D
'Cause I get tired of looking for ya
F#m
Spray ya mama crib and let
yo' ass look for me
Verse 7
F#m
If there's beef, cock it and dump it
A
B
The drama really means nothing to me
D
I'll ride by and blow ya brains out
F#m
There's no time to cock it,
E
no way you can stop it
D
When niggas run up on you
C#
with them thangs out
F#m
I do what
Verse 8
I gotta do,
A
I don't care I if get caught
B
The DA can play this mother
D
fucking tape in court
F#m
I'll kill you
D
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying,
homie, I ain't playing
C#
F#m
Catch you slipping, I'ma kill you
A
B
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying,
F#m
D
homie I ain't playing
F#m
My heart bleeds
Verse 9
for you, nigga,
E
I can't wait to get to you
D
Behind that twinkle in ya eyes,
C#
I can see the bitch in you
F#m
Nigga, you know the streets talk
A
B
So they'll be no white flags
D
and no peace talks
F#m
I got my back against the wind
E
F#m
I'm down to ride 'til the sun burn out
E
D
If I die today,
C#
I'm happy how my life turned out
F#m
See the
Verse 10
shootouts, I done
A
been in 'em by myself
B
F#m
D
Locked up, I was in a box by myself
F#m
E
I done made myself a millionaire by myself
D
Now shit changed, motherfucker,
F#m
I can hire some help
I done heard about the 50 grand
A
you put in the hood
B
But ya shooter finna get shot,
D
it won't do him no good
F#m
E
F#m
With a pistol I define the definition of pain
D
If you survive ya bones'll still
C#
fucking hurt when it rains
F#m
Oh, you a pro
Verse 11
A
at playing Battleship? Well,
this ain't the same
B
Little homie,
D
this is a whole different type of war game
F#m
See the losers end up in shackles
and motherfucking chains
D
Or laid out in the streets
C#
leaking out they brains
F#m
If there's beef,
Verse 12
cock it and dump it
A
B
The drama really means nothing to me
D
I'll ride by and blow ya brains out
F#m
There's no time to cock it,
E
no way you can stop it
D
When niggas run up on
F#m
C#
you with them thang s out
F#m
I do what
Verse 13
I gotta do,
A
I don't care I if get caught
B
The DA can play this mother
D
fucking tape in court
F#m
I'll kill you
A
F#m
D
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying,
homie, I ain't playing
C#
F#m
Catch you slipping, I'ma kill you
A
B
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying,
D
homie I ain't playing
F#m
After the fist
Verse 14
fights, it's gunfire, boy,
E
F#m
D
you get the best of me (Best of me)
If you don't wanna get shot,
C#
F#m
I suggest you don't go testing me (Testing me)
All the wrong I've done,
A
B
the Lord still keep on blessing me (Blessing me)
F#m
D
Finna run rap 'cause Dr. Dre got the
F#m
recipe (Recipe, recipe)
Verse 15
F#m
D
F#m
Yeah, ha ha, hey Dre!
D
A
You got me feeling real bulletproof
B
up in this motherfucker
D
'Cause the windows on my motherfuck
F#m
ing Benz is bulletproof, nigga
D
C#
'Cause my motherfucking vest is bulletproof,
F#m
nigga
A
D
'Cause my motherfucking hat is bulletproof,
D
B
nigga
D
But the Doc said if I get hit, I might
F#m
get a fucking concussion
D
But better that than a hole in the head right,
F#m
nigga? Ha ha ha ha
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