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