Tonalità: E minor
Verse 1
Dm
Bb
Gm
Dm
Bb
Gm
Yo,
Dm
Bb
the saga begins, begin war
I draw first blood,
be the first to set it off
Dm
My cause, tap all jaws,
Bb
lay down laws
We takin' what's yours,
we do jux, rush the doors
Dm
Here come the D's,
Bb
time to make breeze and guns toss
In full force, my team'll go
at your main source
Dm
My 9 Taurus hit bosses
Bb
and take hostage
Your whole setup,
from the ground up, we lock shit
Dm
Blood flood your eye, fuck
Bb
up your optics
Switch to killer instincts
'fore niggas pop shit
Dm
Yo, nigga Noyd, what's the topic?
Bb
Nine pound, we rocked it
'96, strike back with more hot shit
Dm
Il luminate,
Bb
my team'll glow like radiation
With no time for patient
or complication
Dm
Let's get it done right,
my clique airtight
Bb
Trapped in a never-ending gunfight
Dm
So niggas lose stripes or lose life
Jail niggas sendin' kites to the street
Bb
Over some beef that
wasn't fully cooked
Dm
Finish 'em off, well-done meat
meat
Bb
Then send .22 slug to your head
Gm
Travel all the way down to your leg
Verse 2
Dm
Ay o, it's Hell on Earth
Bb
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line
Dm
And the enemy is one-time
Am
Bb
I I ain't gotta tell you
It's right in front of your eyes
Dm
Ayo, it's Hell on Earth
Bb
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line
Dm
And the enemy is one-time
Bb
I I ain't gotta tell you
Yo, it's right in front of your eyes
Verse 3
Dm
Bb
We rep the QBC, nigga, rep yours,
it's all love
Milli' stacked down,
heavily guarded by hollow-tip slug
slug
Dm
Bb
Then crack down on wannabe thugs
Adapt to gat sound and bow down
Dm
Slow the fuck up,
see how my foul now
Bb
Articulate, hittin' body parts
to start shiftin' shit
Never hesitant,
it's the rap game unlimited
Dm
Am
Sign my roster, we can do this,
Bb
forever infinite
Then reminisce twenty years later
Dm
how we was gettin' it
Either with me, go against the grain,
Bb
you better hit me
Leggin' me or robbin' me,
niggas better body me
Dm
'Cause it's a small world and niggas
Bb
talkin' like bitches
Bitches singin' like snitches,
pointin' you out in pictures
Dm
Am
Bb
'Cause she rep the QBC faithfully,
playa-hatin' me
All that bullshit is just makin' me
Dm
More the better to concentrate
Bb
on gettin' cheddar
If shorty set you up, you better dead her
Dm
I told you, shape and mold you,
Bb
son you, then I hold you
Like a pimp,
mind control you, double-edge blow blow you
Dm
In the B-I like like I'm supposed to,
Bb
the clique is coastal
International, you local
Dm
Bacardi mix physically fix
Bb
Hit you with shit that'll leave
a loose nigga stiff
Gm
Probably thick, son, I solved 'em
Dm
Pulled him in my world and
Bb
evolved him to chaos
Walk the beat like around the way cops
Dm
the average pitstop
Bb
QB City, Godfather Pt III
Gotti, Gambino, and Ty Nitty
Scarface, rest in peace
Verse 4
Dm
Bb
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line (front line)
Dm
And the enemy is one-time (one-time)
Bb
I ain't gotta tell you
Ayo, it's right in front of your eyes
Dm
Hell on Earth
Bb
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line (front line)
Dm
And the enemy is one-time (one-time)
Am
Bb
I ain't gotta tell you
Gm
Ayo, it's right in front of your eyes
Dm
Yo, the heavy metal king, hold
Verse 5
Am
Bb
big shit with spare clips
You see eclipse when the MAC spit,
Dm
your top got split
Layin' dead with open eyes,
Bb
close his eyelids
Turn off his lights,
switch to darkness
Gm
Dm
It's deep in the abyss of street life
Am
Bb
Blood on my kicks, shit on my knife
You's the wild child,
Kicko turnin' men into mice
Dm
I was born to take power,
Am
Bb
leave my mark on this planet
The phantom of crime rap,
niggas is left stranded
Dm
Shut down your operation,
Bb
closed for business
Leave a foul taste in your
mouth like Guinness
Dm
Am
Bb
P.O.W. niggas is found M.I.A.
We move like special forces,
Green Beret
Dm
Bb
Heavily around my throat, I don't play
Shit brand new,
Dm
back in '89, the same way
Am
The God P walk with a limp, see
Bb
But simply, to simplify shit,
Dm
no man can go against me
Am
Test me, you must be bent,
Bb
G, don't tempt me
I had this full clip for so long,
it needs to empty
Dm
The reason why it's full for so long
Bb
'cause I don't waste shit
You properly hit,
blood in your mouth so you could taste it
Dm
Quiet is kept,
Am
Bb
I lay back and watch the world spin
I hear thugs claimin' that they gonna
Dm
rob the Mobb when they see us
Bb
I tell you what, black, here's the issue
It's a package deal, you rob me,
you take these missiles
Dm
Bb
Along with that, I ain't your average cat
Fuck rap, I'm tryna make cream
and that's that
Dm
Whatever it takes,
Bb
however it gots to go down
Four mics on stage,
a motherfuckin' four-pound
Dm
Speakers Speakers leakin' out sound
Bb
and niggas leakin' on the ground
I could truly care less,
Dm
the God gon' get his regardless
Blow-for-blow,
Bb
let's let's let's find out who hit hardest
This rap artist used to be a
stickup artist
Dm
Am
Bb
Sometimes I test myself, see if I still got it
A live nigga stay on point,
Dm
never disregard shit
Am
Or forget the essence
Bb
from which I emerged
P is sick, so save that bullshit
for the birds (nigga)
Dm
Live up to my words, if I got beef,
Bb
niggas comin' in herds (nigga)
We flush through,
Dm
your clique get purged (word up)
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