Tonalità: A minor
Verse 1
A
[Styles P + (Gerald Levert):]
(From the heart)
C#m
A
C#m
This shit is crazy
Storch
(From the soul)
A
Thank you my nigga
(yeah, yeahhh)
I appreciate it (ooooooh, from
C#m
the heart)
A
C#m
Y'know I'm so much in the
street (well well well)
A
I don't get a good look all
the time (it's f'real)
G#m
So thank you (it's f'real, it's
C#m
f'real, yeah)
Verse 2
A
""In God We Trust,""
it says it on the dollar bill
C#m
So should I say hallelujah?
Matter fact, what's a dollar to ya?
Is it a paper painted green
or the root of all evil like
your father schooled you?
They wanna bill me quick,
A
niggaz wanna kill me quick
Gotta spend a buck for somethin
C#m
nice at the dealership
Can't work for minimum wage nigga,
to tell the truth
A
C#m
That's why I live in a cage nigga
G#m
C#m
Soon to be de pendin on haze nigga,
A
shit and I ain't pretendin
When a crook get a book
C#m
with a happy endin
Dawg I'm in the bad
G#m
mood most the time
C#m
Nine milli' have you
close to dyin
A
But it's senseless, when I can let loose
and just spit a sentence
C#m
of some absurd shit
A
C#m
Like four cars copped off of one bird flipped
A
I know crime ain't rhyme but
I prefer this
C#m
[Chorus: Gerald Levert + ad lib s] This is the real
Verse 3
C#m
A
shit, givin niggaz real fits
And if you can't handle it
C#m
A
Then you ain't been where I been
C#m
And you ain't been where I been
G#m
A
This is for real shit, givin niggaz real fits
And if you can't handle it
C#m
A
Then you ain't been where I been
C#m
And you ain't been where I been,
A
C#m
this is for real
G#m
[Styles P:] Die fo' what you be lieve
Verse 4
A
in
Get high for numerous reasons,
C#m
A
no confession, no {?}
Just me in a dark room and the
C#m
fumes that I breathe in
Spirit leave the physical,
leave off the Earth
Then I breeze on the burst cause
A
I'm cursed with bein lyrical
Dawg I decapitate
C#m
niggaz, I never was yel low
But I'm nicer than the
G#m
happy- face sticker
C#m
A
All I need's a beat and
C#m
the mic gloved up
Your career's goin good
G#m
A
'til you're bumpin into me
And I hit you with some shit that
make your life fucked up
Only thing to stop me from killin you sloppy
C#m
A
C#m
if God intervene or Christ jump up... what?
G#m
A
Interlude 1
C#m
G#m
C#m
G#m
A
Verse 5
A
[Chorus: w ad
C#m
A
G#m
C#m
A
C#m
libs]
Verse 6
[Styles P] Shit's close to the end and
A
I ain't a beginner
Think I got a little thinner,
only thing I mean is that
everybody dinner - this the house of pain
Tell everybody in there,
C#m
I'ma bring it to 'em right
Money burn, guns fire,
A
led finger to a life
Change your address,
feds follow when they glue the kite
C#m
A
C#m
Shit is all love, same time it's real too
A
C#m
A
Move OT or go and kill 'em
C#m
A
C#m
'fore they kill you
Verse 7
[Chorus: w ad
C#m
libs]
G#m
C#m
[Styles P: over Chorus] This is the Ghost
Verse 8
C#m
nigga,
A
Double R and D- Block
Scott Storch, whattup
Verse 9
A
[Gerald Levert:]
C#m
A
No no no no no NO! No no NO!
C#m
A
C#m
A
You ain't been where I been, no no!
B
C#m
A
C#m
No no no
G#m
C#m
G#m
A
no
C#m
no no no no no no...
[Styles P:]
Outro 1
Get high
C#m
G#m
A
C#m
D
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