Tonalità: G minor
Verse 1
Gm
Woman hold her head and cry
Cm
F
Eb
Dm
Cause her son had been shot down
F
Cm
in the street and died
Verse 2
Gm
F
Woman hold her head and cry
Eb
Dm
'Cause her son had been shot down
Bb
F
Dm
in the street and died
Verse 3
G
When I die, fuck it I wanna
go to (hell)
'Cause I'm a piece of shit,
it ain't hard to fuckin' tell
It don't make sense,
goin' to heaven wit' the goodie- goodies
Dressed in white,
I like black Tims and black hoodies
God will probably have me on
some real strict shit
No sleepin' all day,
no gettin my dick licked
Hangin' with the goodie- goodies
Gm
loungin' in paradise
G
Fuck that shit,
I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
Eb
All my life I been considered
as the worst
Lyin' to my mother,
even stealin' out her purse
Dm
Cm
Crime after crime,
from drugs to extortion
Bb
I know my mother wished she got
F
a fuckin' abortion
Verse 4
Gm
F
Woman hold her head and cry
Eb
Dm
Cause her son had been shot down
F
Cm
Bb
in the street and died
Verse 5
Gm
to God I just want to (slit) my wrists
G
and end this bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head,
threaten to pull shit
And squeeze, until the bed's,
completely red
Gm
G
I'm glad I'm (dead), a worthless
fuckin' buddah head
The stress is buildin' up, I can't,
Gm
G
I can't believe (suicide's) on
my fuckin' mind
I want to leave,
I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me
Naw you wouldn't understand
Gm
You see its kinda like the crack
G
did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over,
there ain't no comin' back
Gm
Should I die on the train track,
like Remo in Beatstreet
F
People at the funeral frontin'
Eb
like they miss me
My baby momma kissed me but she
glad I'm gone
She knew me and her sister had
Cm
somethin' goin' on
I wonder if I died,
Bb
would tears come to her eyes?
F
Forgive me for my disrespect,
Am
Gm
for give me for my lies
Verse 6
F
Woman hold her head and cry
Eb
Dm
Cause her son had been shot down in the
F
Cm
Bb
F
street and died
Gm
F
Eb
Dm
Verse 7
F
Cm
F
Gm
I reach my peak,
I can't speak,
Call my nigga Chic,
tell him that my will is weak
Eb
I'm sick of niggaz lyin', I'm sick
of bitches hawkin'
D
Matter of fact,
I'm sick of talkin' [echoes]
F
Gm
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