Tonalità: B minor
Verse 1
Em
[Havoc]
D
Bm
Yeah.. uh- huh
Em
Why'all niggaz ain't ready to die
D
Bm
D
Em
Why the fuck they
frontin like they is?
[Prodigy] Ah- yo Dunn, aiyyo yo
Verse 2
D
You could catch P laid
back, in
Bm
triple black trucks
D
Or catch him swingin
pain(?) bottles in the club
Em
Won't catch me with the
D
police without cuffs
Bm
Can't press me into no threatenin
Verse 3
Bm
Em
Probably spot me, steppin
D
out the tree spot tough
Bm
Catch P fixin his pants,
D
it's cause of his gun
Em
You see the God,
D
Bm
big ol' chains, but can't stick him
D
'Cause they know I shoot niggaz like Slick
Verse 4
Em
Rick and them
D
Bm
Source at the thug events,
D
why'know we hittin them
Em
Caught him spendin fake hundreds at the bar,
D
Bm
D
Em
D
Bm
D
we was gettin them
Em
D
Bm
Drugs in my system, all types of shit
Verse 5
Bm
Keeps me where I want to be,
D
Em
don't get me started on that
Just peep how aggressive
D
my niggaz is with this
Bm
D
Em
And check how we set up shop
to get our chips
D
Bm
Niggas study our verse like college kids (word) We know you love our style,
D
Em
get off our dick
(Yeah that's right, uh- huh)
Verse 6
D
[Chorus] [H] why'all niggaz ain't ready
D
Why the fuck they frontin like
D
[P] Cause they want to be like the reals
Bm
And be amongst the thugs that do this for
D
Em
real
[H] why'all niggaz ain't ready to die
D
Bm
D
Em
Why the fuck they frontin like they is?
D
Bm
[P] Cause you want to do it like Hav'
D
Em
An d do it like P,
but mad shit missin
Verse 7
[Havoc] Why'all niggaz is pussy,
D
Bm
and ain't nothin gangsta in ya
Rapid fire empty the clip,
D
reload and continue
Bm
Em
If not anything else the
four- pound'll spin ya
D
And end you where you stand (uh- huh) dead
Bm
you cause I can
Verse 8
D
Bm
Em
Believe me my hammer don't give
a damn what you been through
D
It's a cold cold world, my whole
Bm
life was a winter
Never gave a fuck about the cold
D
Bm
Em
(nah) draped in thermal
D
Bm
Don't put your nose in things
don't concern you
D
This grown man
Verse 9
Em
business,
why'all niggaz so childish
I'm in the cut, analyzin while
D
you fools is wildin
Bm
Pickin my mark,
D
Bm
Em
D
and I'ma clap my heat off the grip
Bm
D
Em
Murder so clean you
D
can eat off the shit
Verse 10
paranoid nigga,
D
Em
D
Em
Bm
don't get too
close
D
Bm
Em
Or I might think you schemin on me,
D
Dsus4
Bm
D
I'm cockin the toast
Em
The game cutthroat
so I killed the ref
D
Bm
Mobb fallin off, baby girl don't hold your breath,
breath
D
(Yeah that's right, uh- huh)
Em
[Chorus]
Outro 1
Em
D
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