Tonalità: Bb minor
Intro 1
F
Am
Em
Dm
F
G
Dm
I heard your style and I beat you nig
Verse 1
Em
ga
G
Your whole album I sleep through nigga
Dm
'cause 'Te's an avalanche
F
so call an ambulance
And tell 'em to pick up ya
people nigga
G
Dm
Don't call Pharocon to squash it
Em
Better yet call the sheriff
G
And the coroner's of fice
Dm
Tell 'em there's a dead body
In the corner of Lawson
I would proceed with caution
G
These motherfucka's really think
Dm
the 'Te done lost it
Em
He sold a couple records now
G
Dm
they think he flossin'
But I ain't stopped battling,
I just stopped rattling
F
Off rhymes for free 'cuz y'all
were making me nauseous
G
Understand fucka I'm gon
Dm
win regardless
Em
I still got the hunger pains
G
from my apartment
Dm
When me and 9th were both
F
splittin' cans of StarKist
Arguing about who LP was the hardest
G
And a hand full of CD's ready
Em
Some real hip hop for
G
your listening nerves
Dm
A year later hooked up with
a nigga named Murs
F
Now everybody play our records
for they women and churn
G
Jay- Lee got the
Dm
Eastcoast getting the loot
Em
Living Legends on the
Westcoast, ready to shoot
G
Dm
Get ourselves while they call
up the troops
F
Phonte Taylor made for the game
y'all just following suits
Verse 2
G
F
Hey yo the animals, ready for war,
Em
destined for combat
G
Play the CD or tape and then rewind that
Dm
You want beef motherfucker
never mind that
F
(And if he owe me money,
G
bitch nigga better find that)
We animals, ready for war,
Dm
destined for combat
Em
Play the CD or tape
G
and then rewind that
Dm
So let me know where
Verse 3
ya mind at? (what!)
F
Murs 3:16 meets Foreign Exchange
G
Keep ya ear to the speaker,
quit ignoring the names
Dm
Em
Welcome to the next level,
G
top floor in the game
Dm
Felize done hooked up with
a clubbed- out nigga so
F
Skip the sidekick, I'm a nextel nigga
G
If I hit ya on the chirp,
Dm
with a verse you better roger that
Em
Picture word- perfect from the land
G
where the Dodgers at
Dm
Trying to get some money with
some pussy on the side of that
F
Never have to ask where my
G
killas or my riders at
But when fake gangstas try
Dm
Em
to find where them dollars at
Go to any city where there's pretty
G
ma's to holla at
Dm
The illest in your state,
one on the tour- date
F
And more- great,
than your grandfather's father
G
'Te I know it gotta hurt a man
Dm
they stand by the slaughter
Em
Oughta be locked away
G
when I rock this way
Dm
Get rocked on the airwaves but not for play
F
If my heart should stop and I drop today
I went against all odds
Dm
and I got my way
Verse 4
Em
Hey yo the animals, ready for war,
destined for combat
Dm
Play the CD or tape
F
and then rewind that
You want beef motherfucker
never mind that
(And if he owe me money,
Am
Em
bitch nigga better find that)
We animals, ready for war,
destined for combat
Dm
Play the CD or tape
and then rewind that
F
So let me know where ya mind at? (what!)
Outro 1
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