Tonalità: D minor
Verse 1
A
Done been through it all, man
Blood, sweat and tears,
niggas is dead and shit
What the fuck else can happen, yo?
I don't think much more, son,
Dm
A
word to mother, yo
We done seen it all,
Bb
A
and been through it all, yo
Bb
Let y'all niggas know right now
Dm
Word to mother, for real, for real
A
That shit is the truth, I'm not lyin'
Dm
I put my lifetime in between the
Verse 2
A
paper's lines
Dm
A
I'm the quiet storm nigga who fight rhyme
P, yeah, you heard of him,
but I ain't concerned with them
Nigga, I pop more guns than
you holdin' them
Make my route while the sun's
Dm
out and scold your men
A
Dm
A
Unload ten in broad daylight, get right
Fuck your life! Hop on my '98 dirt bike
You try to stop mines from growin'
I'll make your blood stop flowin'
Dm
Take affirmative action,
A
to any ass if he askin'
Dm
Now here come the MAC-10
A
You's a dick blower,
tryin' to speak the Dunn language
What the drilly with that though?
Dm
It ain't bangin'
You hooked on Mobb-phonics,
Infamous-bonics
A
Dm
Lyin' to the Pop Dog like you got it
A
You ain't no wildin' out for
the Knife-Fist thrower
thrower
Rusty shank holder,
we live this shit
Dm
'Cause it's the real shit, shit to make 'em
Verse 3
A
feel shit
Dm
Lump 'em in the club shit
A
Dm
Have you wildin' out
when you bump this
A
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD,
'cause it's never enough
Verse 4
A
It's the real shit, shit to make
'em feel shit
Dm
A
Lump 'em in the club shit
Have you wildin' out
when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD,
'cause it's never enough
Dm
Yo, the P rock forty inch cables,
Verse 5
A
Dm
drinkin' White Label
A
My chain hang down to my dick,
my piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame,
duke
A nigga like me hold TEC's, are you
the same too?
Dm
Goin' through the emotion
A
Dm
s of gun holdin'
A
Dm
Long shotgun's down my pants leg,
limpin'
A
Killa B, you still livin',
even my pops too
He taught me how to shoot
when I was seven
Dm
I used to bust shots crazy,
A
Dm
I couldn't even look
A
Dm
A
Because the loud sound used to scare me
Dm
A
I love my pops for that,
I love my nigga D. Black
I'll take the life of anybody tryin'
to change what's left
Dm
And through all of that a nigga
A
ain't scared of death
Dm
A
All y'all brand new niggas
just scared to death
I spent too many nights sniffin' coke,
gettin' right
Wastin' my life,
now I'm tryin' to make things right
Dm
Grand open some gates,
invest in the rag business
A
Do things for the kids, the little Dunns
Build a jungle gym behind the crib,
so they can enjoy youth
Dm
CBR's and VCR's, ATV's and big
screen TV's
Nigga, please don't make me have
to risk my freedom
A
We worked our whole life for this,
you get your shit beat in (for real)
Dm
'Cause it's the real shit, shit to make
Verse 6
Dm
'em feel shit
A
Lump 'em in the club shit
Dm
Have you wildin' out when
A
you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD,
'cause it's never enough
Dm
It go one, two,
Verse 7
three to the fourth
That nigga P-Double got got
that shit for y'alls
A
Peoples to rock to,
stirrin' up pots of brew
In hell's kitchen, I chef the impossible
Dm
To serve hot plates all
across the Unified States
Sit down and sup' with the top
rap reps
A
We the streets that's watchin',
boy, move diligent
You better walk like a nigga
Dm
on a tightrope do
Infamous first infantry,
first division, fourth mission
First assignment,
A
give 'em that shit they been missin'
My new edition's way bitchin'
Those that listen get
addicted to my diction
Dm
Fuck rhymes,
I write prescriptions for your disease
A
Generic raps just not
Dm
potent like P's
A
One-thousand one-hundred
CC's on on the throttle
I peel off, chest naked on
Katanas
Spaghetti head,
Mobb niggas is full bred
Fully-blown melanin tone
I rock skeleton bone shirts
and verses
But thirst for worse beats
So I can put more product out on the street
Dm
Get respect and love all
across the board
We've been adored
for keepin' it raw
A
Nothin' less or more,
I score every time for sure
While the rest of y'all
niggas just nil
Dm
'Cause it's the real shit, shit to make
Verse 8
Dm
'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit
Have you wildin' out
when you bump this
A
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD,
'cause it's never enough
Dm
It's the real shit, shit to make
Verse 9
'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit
Have you wildin' out
when you bump this
A
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Dm
Have a nigga OD, 'cause it's never enough (the real,
A
hip hop)
Dm
A
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