Tonalità: G# minor•
Intro 1
G#m
F#
G#m
B
Kick ass! First
Verse 1
F#
Family!
G#m
Don't let these
Verse 2
G#m
motherfuckers
stress y'all
M.O.P. to the death y'all,
F#
G#m
the good Lord have blessed y'all
So these niggas can't touch y'all
F#
Firing Squad! Yes yes y'all
G#m
Good evening,
Verse 3
G#m
you contaminated semen
I'm here for a different reason
F#
(continue breathin)
G#m
I notice you been schemin,
B
on the First Family
G#m
F#
(Family) Disbelieving we're
G#m
(forever rockin) yeah (forever hip-
hopping and popping)
E
Yes yes y'all!
G#m
I'm not a rapper,
I never made a rap song
B
E
You motherfuckers got it all wrong!
G#m
I'm a man standin behind a cannon,
plannin to pop ya
We got on yo' click like
E
I'm with Trenchcoat Mafia
G#m
I'm not afraid of you bitches, I raise hell
And get respect when niggas,
F#
struggle for riches
G#m
As the wind blow, through my window,
real slow at night
B
It shakes me in fright,
E
it's well after twelve
G#m
But I still see a bright light
(take 'em back to crime time)
E
Oh you, motherfuckin right, cousin
G#m
I see them fake thugs,
givin up fake dap and fake hugs
E
We appreciate the fake love
G#m
Keep in mind I'm determined
to shine like my son
Industry enemy number one,
F#
yes yes y'all!
G#m
Don't let these
Verse 4
motherfuckers
stress y'all
M.O.P. to the death y'all,
F#
G#m
the good Lord have blessed y'all
So these niggas can't touch y'all
F#
G#m
Firing Squad! Yes yes y'all
Verse 5
G#m
Don't let these motherfuckers
stress y'all
M.O.P. to the death y'all,
F#
G#m
the good Lord have blessed y'all
So these niggas can't touch y'all
E
Firing Squad! Yes yes y'all
G#m
I'm bout to start this bitch
Verse 6
from Ground Zero (oh!)
When I start cussin and bustin,
F#
niggas call pound zero
G#m
I'm not just a rap AR- tist
I'm also a gat pack artist
F#
G#m
(oh!) gat clap artist (oh!)
And a condor, killer, set trap artist (oh!)
Send forty- pound slugs through
F#
your back artist
G#m
(Now that's an artist!) I
leave 'em left out
With his flesh out, layin stretched out,
F#
E
sketched out
G#m
(No doubt!) I still do
the same thing
Streey life is still a Fame game
E
What you thought the game changed?
G#m
I hang out and break day until
the street lights go off
E
G#m
Or the heat pipe go off (boom!)
It's what we pack on the Hilltop,
(true!)
B
What's the sound when
G#m
E
G#m
the steel pop? (boom!)
Bitch! I will dismiss you
B
F#
E
You got issues, deal witcho issues
G#m
I look 'em dead in the face,
pop one in 'em
And knock the venom out
E
a motherfuckin snake
G#m
I'm a thoroughfy his death y'all,
and creep back through
And if he's stretched I'm
E
like yes yes y'all
G#m
Don't let
Verse 7
these motherfuckers
stress y'all
M.O.P. to the death y'all,
E
G#m
the good Lord have blessed y'all
So these niggas can't touch y'all
E
Firing Squad! Yes yes y'all
G#m
Don't let these
Verse 8
motherfuckers
stress y'all
M.O.P. to the death y'all,
E
G#m
the good Lord have blessed y'all
So these niggas can't touch y'all
F#
E
Firing Squad! Yes yes y'all
G#m
Outro 1
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G#m
E
G#m
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