Put A Hole In Yo Back: accordi di
50 Cent
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Tonalità: A minor
Verse 1
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I come through
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Niggas be screwing their
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face up at me
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I'm like why they looking like that?
Got a sawed off sixteen
gauge shotgun with me
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I'll put a big ass hole in yo back
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Nigga, I don't know what
you heard about me
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That got you looking like that
But I'll shoot, you know
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I'm on some bullshit, fucking with me
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I'll put a big ass hole
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in yo back
Verse 2
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Yeah, nigga
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what? You're now
Rocking with the livest
Beams on the llamas, New
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York City's finest
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A drug dealer's dream, red jag,
rim shining
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Four shooters riding in the
Trucks right behind us
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It ain't my fault man,
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the hood made me grimy
I hustle, get my weight up
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Them niggas got to move
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Only the strong survive
The weak getting bent up
Verse 3
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I come through Niggas
be screwing
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their face up at me
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I'm like why they looking like that?
Got a sawed off sixteen
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gauge shotgun with me
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I'll put a big ass hole in yo back
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Nigga, I don't know what you heard
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about me
That got you looking like that
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But I'll shoot, you know
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I'm on some bullshit, fucking with me
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I'll put a big ass hole in yo back
Verse 4
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Yeah,
nigga what? You're now
Rocking with the livest
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Beams on the llamas,
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New York City's finest
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A drug dealer's dream,
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red jag, rim shining
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Four shooters riding in the
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Trucks right behind us
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It ain't my fault man,
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the hood made me grimy
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I hustle, get my weight up
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Them niggas got to move
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Only the strong survive
The weak getting bent up
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After they blow trial and that
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Ass get sent up niggas
in the pens gon hear
This and lose they mind
Come home possessed by the music
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And use that nine i was in Sean C crib when
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I wrote my first verse
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Stuck niggas in front of Edgemere
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And let my gat burst
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I ain't had no money then
I was in and out of cash
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Wearing blue Nik e Cortez
from VIM's damn
Went to Eddie's for gold teeth
Benny's for the shines
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Had on eight ball jackets to
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Cover up the nines barrel link chains,
rings
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Damn fools I rob em for
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Like all kind of bling
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This is not a fiction
homeboy it's fact
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Certain kings paint problem
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child on my back
Verse 5
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I come through
Niggas be screwing their
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face up at me
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I'm like why they
looking like that?
Got a sawed off sixteen
gauge shotgun with me
I'll put a big ass hole in yo
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back
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Nigga, I don't know what you
heard about me
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That got you looking like that
But I'll shoot, you know
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I'm on some bullshit, fucking with me
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I'll put a big ass hole in yo back

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