Tonalità: Db major
Verse 1
A
"Want to see the world,
B
ain't scared to do it
Even if, your shocked by it
E
A
Me and you, lost when you do it
By myself, better off bein' you"
Verse 2
B
Smoke cess nigga,
A
B
A
smokin' that A.K
B
A
B
Norther lights, yeah.. stick 'em!
F#
B
Uh, ahhh, baby, you know it like a poet,
A
baby doll
B
A
B
Yeah, yeah, crooked letter in, uh uh,
A
S.I., better
B
A
known as the crooked letter I
Verse 3
Come on! Self service
A
B
Y'all know me since '93, now
let that weed burn
Back in this bitch, class dismissed,
A
it's the return
F#
Of the super sperm,
B
game over, lose a turn
F#
Takes a germ to kill a germ,
A
when will y'all killas learn
B
A
B
A
Your only as good as your last hit
F#
Soon as you put them auto
A
matics on safety that's it
F#
I calm them bastards,
A
I call them ratchets
Till you blasted,
till y'all come ashes to ashes
We make classic, huh,
B
F#
bring you a rougher sound
B
F#
B
You either up or down,
A
don't get that ass kicked
Verse 4
A
Ya'll niggaz fuck around,
B
A
y'all only tough around
The crowds, scared to bust a round,
don't get that ass kicked
F#
A
F#
What part of the game is this?
I came to break bread,
B
A
evidently y'all killas came to bitch, nigga
B
So, whose the whipped nigga,
A
don't even trip, nigga
F#
B
A
Some say they pull trigga, I
F#
think they bullshitter
B
I just begun to fight,
A
if mommy like daddy talk
F#
A
Then daddy might get him some tonight
B
Give me, my limelight, give me,
my five mics
Give me, some weed and
F#
A
a light to get my mind right
F#
Is he,
Verse 5
the illest M.C.,
A#m
E#m
A#m
F#
to ever play the tough city
To find out it'll cost
C#
A#m
you bout a buck fifty
Across your face swiftly,
F#
my after taste shitty
A#m
Whose built by New Yitty, whose
F#
milked like two titties
A
B
And I ain't even got to say my name
F#
I got this duck wit her legs up like,
A
"say my name, trick"
F#
You think it's all a game,
B
F#
like pussy all the same
B
I'm speakin' toilet slang,
F#
A
not seakin' hall of fame
It's raw, sushi,
F#
B
stain in your drawers, dooky
Quarter a Lucy,
A
quarter more for a groupie
Verse 6
F#
That like to pop snoopy,
think she gon' pop coochie
A
F#
Just 'cause you got Gucci, don't
A
mean you not hoochie
F#
B
Girl, I tell it like a T- I- N
F#
B
Ain't no other kids eatin'
A
till I feed my kids
B
Trick, oh, you ain't crushin', sister,
I can't do nothin' wit you
A
My money's celebate, honey,
and we ain't fuckin' wit you
B
I do it for the nookie, some
say I'm too pushy
A
Only thing better than pussy,
that's some new pussy
B
There that go, looky,
it's gettin' ugly even
With niggaz so broke,
A
they couldn't spend a lovely even
Verse 7
Yeah, that's it
F#
Yeah, Method Man has just left the
B
A
muthafuckin' building
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