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