Tonalità: B minor
Verse 1
Gm
[Havoc]
F
Dm
Yeah.. uh- huh
Gm
Why'all niggaz ain't ready to die
F
Dm
F
Gm
Why the fuck they
frontin like they is?
[Prodigy] Ah- yo Dunn, aiyyo yo
Verse 2
F
You could catch P laid
back, in
Dm
triple black trucks
F
Or catch him swingin
pain(?) bottles in the club
Gm
Won't catch me with the
F
police without cuffs
Dm
Can't press me into no threatenin
Verse 3
Dm
Gm
Probably spot me, steppin
F
out the tree spot tough
Dm
Catch P fixin his pants,
F
it's cause of his gun
Gm
You see the God,
F
Dm
big ol' chains, but can't stick him
F
'Cause they know I shoot niggaz like Slick
Verse 4
Gm
Rick and them
F
Dm
Source at the thug events,
F
why'know we hittin them
Gm
Caught him spendin fake hundreds at the bar,
F
Dm
F
Gm
F
Dm
F
we was gettin them
Gm
F
Dm
Drugs in my system, all types of shit
Verse 5
Dm
Keeps me where I want to be,
F
Gm
don't get me started on that
Just peep how aggressive
F
my niggaz is with this
Dm
F
Gm
And check how we set up shop
to get our chips
F
Dm
Niggas study our verse like college kids (word) We know you love our style,
F
Gm
get off our dick
(Yeah that's right, uh- huh)
Verse 6
F
[Chorus] [H] why'all niggaz ain't ready
F
Why the fuck they frontin like
F
[P] Cause they want to be like the reals
Dm
And be amongst the thugs that do this for
F
Gm
real
[H] why'all niggaz ain't ready to die
F
Dm
F
Gm
Why the fuck they frontin like they is?
F
Dm
[P] Cause you want to do it like Hav'
F
Gm
An d do it like P,
but mad shit missin
Verse 7
[Havoc] Why'all niggaz is pussy,
F
Dm
and ain't nothin gangsta in ya
Rapid fire empty the clip,
F
reload and continue
Dm
Gm
If not anything else the
four- pound'll spin ya
F
And end you where you stand (uh- huh) dead
Dm
you cause I can
Verse 8
F
Dm
Gm
Believe me my hammer don't give
a damn what you been through
F
It's a cold cold world, my whole
Dm
life was a winter
Never gave a fuck about the cold
F
Dm
Gm
(nah) draped in thermal
F
Dm
Don't put your nose in things
don't concern you
F
This grown man
Verse 9
Gm
business,
why'all niggaz so childish
I'm in the cut, analyzin while
F
you fools is wildin
Dm
Pickin my mark,
F
Dm
Gm
F
and I'ma clap my heat off the grip
Dm
F
Gm
Murder so clean you
F
can eat off the shit
Verse 10
paranoid nigga,
F
Gm
F
Gm
Dm
don't get too
close
F
Dm
Gm
Or I might think you schemin on me,
F
Fsus4
Dm
F
I'm cockin the toast
Gm
The game cutthroat
so I killed the ref
F
Dm
Mobb fallin off, baby girl don't hold your breath,
breath
F
(Yeah that's right, uh- huh)
Gm
[Chorus]
Outro 1
Gm
F
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