Pieces: accordi di
50 Cent
50 Cent
Tory Lanez
Tory Lanez

N/A
Tonalità: G# minor
Verse 1
Em
Em

Adrenaline pumping, heart pacing,
racing, altercations, we lit
Blood drip stain the ground,
bug it down, you hit
Same hood, different day, same whip,
different clip, letting off
Interlude 1
Somehow we end up in the same shit
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Verse 2
Em
Em

And she don't fuck with niggas
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D

'cause niggas is the reason
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Am

She got herself inside of this situ
Em
Em

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B

ation in the first place
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Em

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D

Brooklyn murder lathers a birth place
Facing the city,
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Am

quoting Biggie all on our worst days
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Em
Em

I used to take the train with her so
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Am

none of these lames give her the danger
Living from where she was
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Em

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B

at was a plain picture
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Em

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I used to paint pictures on how we
Em
Em

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Am

could gain riches together
Instead of listen,
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B

she just kinda blew me off
Em
Em

Paid it no mind but it kind of
just threw me off
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Am

I guess I figured out, everybody
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B

wants riches and them cars
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Em

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D

But she just wanted a better family
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Am

Because her parents divorced early,
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B

her papa, he was taken by the force
Em
Em

Mother on crack and she never
had time to bathe us
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Am

Then she gave her to her uncle,
Em
Em

her brother played the saviour
Until the day he started
datin' this chick
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Am

That had put him up on mad pills
Em
Em

and fucking up mad bills
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B

Em
Em

She told me that one night he
had got so fucked up
He fell asleep on his sofa,
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Am

then woke up a new persona
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Em

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B

And walked inside of her room and told
Em
Em

her remove her clothes
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And forcefully started choking
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Am

her, telling her not to move
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'Fore she could even finish,
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Em

she broke out in tears and did it
Told me that for years,
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Em
Em

this night was a repetition a feeling of fear
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Em
Em

That she couldn't seem exit or quit it,
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the feeling was there
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Am

Started talking lower and she told
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me, "Come here"
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Em

She said she had to make choices
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Am

So she got involved with nig gas that make
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Em

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B

noise with them thangs, you feel
Em
Em

Ran off in her uncle's spot
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D

with the stainless steel
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Am

Em
Em

Put the burner to his face with the aim to kill
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Em
Em

And said, she don't fuck with niggas,
'cause niggas is the reason
Am
Am

She got herself inside of this situ
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Em

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B

ation in the first place
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Em

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Figured that this intimidation
was the worst case
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Em
Em

She sat back and blew six in
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that boy face
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Verse 3
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I want you, my dear
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Em
Em

No, I won't leave you lonely
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D

You hold your head up high
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B

I won't let go 'cause I can't
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Em

leave you lonely
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D

C
C

Em
Em

Can't leave you lonely
Can't leave you lonely
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C
C

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B

Can't leave you lonely
Verse 4
Em
Em

He don't fuck with niggas
'cause niggas is the reason
He got himself inside of this
situation in the first place
He had no father figure
Am
Am

He told me that his papa got
shot in the face
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Em

And he can't wait to find out
who his killer
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He dedicated his life and hours in notice to find out
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who had a motive to kill his only father
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Em

He felt,
it had to be somebody close
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It couldn't be somebody far away
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Em

that didn't know 'im
But take this pardon
When he was younger,
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he used to roll with his cousin
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The woman that used to
show him the ropes
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She used to tell him,
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don't ever let no nigga or woman touch her
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And if somebody do,
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then all they would hear is the baka baka baka baka
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Em

One day, he was on the block rolling
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Then, this crack fiend woman came
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Em

up to him and told him
That she was his mother, man,
that shit had him frozen
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Am

He ain't want to believe her 'til she said, "Boy,
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Em

you got a birthmark above your scrotum
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Am

A scar up on your eye, came from when you was four,
Em
Em

from when you fell off in the road"
At that point,
he looked at her face and he froze
Am
Am

She told him hold on,
it's something she gotta show him
Em
Em

She says to him,
"I was gon' wait until you got older
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D

But something was on my mind,
Em
Em

was pressing, I had to show you
The whole block know me and the whole
block know you
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Em
Em

The whole block been knew this story
but they ain't told you"
His mom says to him,
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"I hope you know your pap was a good man
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Em

But he just had some nonsense to him
Huh, well, one night,
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he's fucked up on the pills
I'm tryna tell him stop,
Em
Em

but everything I'm saying fails
You see, your lil' cousin out in
Brooklyn will be relieved
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Am

D
D

I know she love you but the
Em
Em

story's more deeper
Uh, you see, your father used
to be a creeper
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He used to fuck her, used to
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Em

touch her, used to beat her
Used to leave her, so confused,
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she would lace an old poke and reefer
Em
Em

Wait, I know you wanna interrupt
but this get deeper
You've been living this mission
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You tryna figure out who's the nigga or
Em
Em

the perpetrator of killing your pops, nigga
When your cousin is the reason,
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he got shot nigga
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She put six shots in him
out the Glock, nigga"
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This anger was dwelling
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Em

all on his mind
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He didn't know what to do,
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Em

he started gripping his nine and uh
Before he knew,
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he aimed it up at his momma and uh
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Em
Em

He shot her right in his spine, he said
"This is why,
my life has been full of lies
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Don't nobody care for me,
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Em

fuck it, what's the use in try ing?
This Glock on my side,
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if I put it to my ma
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I know that I'ma die, but in Heaven,
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Em

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I'd be alive"
Verse 5
Em
Em

Adrenaline pumping, heart pacing,
racing, altercations, we lit
Am
Am

Blood drip stain the ground,
Em
Em

bug it down, you hit
Am
Am

Same hood, different day, same whip,
different clip, letting off
Em
Em

Somehow we end up in the same shit
Verse 6
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D

Stunt, get jumped on, slash
Em
Em

the dumped- ons
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Am

Same block you pump on
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Em

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is the spot you get slumped on
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Em

Tory told me the story,
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it sounded a little crazy
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A little Nas, a little 2Pac, Brenda's
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having a baby
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Em

How much pressure can you take 'fore you
snap or break? Love turn to hate?
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Fuck shit or fake,
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Em

you next move may raise the murder rate
From average to savage,
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to semi- automatics
It's tragic how the
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static'll have us going at it
Verse 7
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I want you, my dear
Em
Em

No, I won't leave you lonely
You hold your head up high
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C

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B

I won't let go 'cause I can't
Em
Em

leave you lonely
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C

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Em

Can't leave you lonely
Can't leave you lonely
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Em

Can't leave you lonely

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