Tonalità: F# minor
Verse 1
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Yeah. Uh. Joe crack
Gm
the don!
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Ton' Sunshine. Terror, uhh
Gm
Terror squad, its our time!
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Gm
Uhh, yea, hand it ova
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Uh, yo, uh- huh, what,
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Gm
yea, uh, woo
Verse 2
Gm
Yea, mami jus like that bend down grab ya ankles,
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do it for crack
Gm
Dam n should be illegal
how that ass so fat
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The way you shake yo shit
make me wanna cop back
Gm
Is it ya motion causing
all this commotion?
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Forget niggaz you even got
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bitches approaching
Who am I? I'm just a kid from the Bronx
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If you love hip- hop you might
of heard my shit once
Gm
Or maybe twice or like
thirteen thousand times
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I'm sick of it myself I'm loving the shine
Gm
Who else could it be but
the squad's O.G?
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Gm
Be laid up Wit chicks that resemble ?
Half black, Japanese n something
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Menages, orgies believe
me its nothing
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The girls want tha facts got
to feed 'em the lies
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Who else can have you swimming in
Gm
wealth the blink of an eye?
Verse 3
Gm
Big trucks, gee rides, we fly,
twenty- fo' won't you sit in them tires
F
Gm
Believe me its nothing
G- 4 ? Just won't mix with my
ride keep a strap on my side
F
Believe me its nothing
Gm
Fast women, bad bitches, down hoes,
hood rich, pitch up in Daddy's hooood
F
Gm
Believe me its nothing
Big trucks mean rides we
Eb
fly t- squad our time
Gm
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Believe me is nothing
Verse 4
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Drop from Harlem even,
Gm
more for Brooklyn
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Still got my Name covering the
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walls in central Brooklyn
Gm
Haters want me, they love to slut me
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Mad because my fat ass
stay - living comfy
Gm
Down in d- are on the landing strip
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When record sales get low we
back to advancing bricks
Gm
Jack- of- all- trades we do that too
The only rapper get the Suge Knight
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effect when he come through
Gm
When pun died, half of y'all cried
The other half wanna See my demise
F
Gm
It was inevitable the sqaud'll reach
new heights it's unforgettable
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Follow the don is all we
kept telling you
Gm
Once you down with the squad
you can never give up
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No need to get ya jewel's back,
let them other crews do that
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It's so ironic that I'm under fire I'm like 'mine'll
F
Gm
get better one time' you dick blowers
Big trucks, gee rides, we fly,
Verse 5
twenty- fo' won't you sit in them tires
F
Gm
Believe me its nothing
G- 4 ? Just won't mix with my
ride keep a strap on my side
F
Gm
Believe me its nothing
Fast women, bad bitches, down hoes, hood rich,
F
Gm
pitch up in Daddy's hooood
F
D
Believe me its nothing
Gm
Big trucks mean rides we
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Gm
fly t- squad our time
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Believe me is nothing
Verse 6
Gm
No ya, not dreaming, it's not a visage
It's just another platinum
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plaque to add to my garage
Gm
Ten years in the game
- and still going hard
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Fuck a club we flood the studio wit broads
Gm
Uh, my whole life never
been more focused
Eb
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Joes the don ask Jennifer Lopez
Gm
What the hell in the world
did they do to provoke this?
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The newspaper reported the
scene was atrocious
Gm
And still find the time to please girls
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Even get hit on by the chick on Cenas world
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We beens about it,
y'all dudes is frontin'
Gm
Big cars, big chips,
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Gm
big
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Gm
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Kris' its nothing
Outro 1
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