Why Cross 'Em (Clean): accordi di
Jt Money
Jt Money

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Tonalità: C# minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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War scar,
penitentiary bars
where my mind stay
My pens controlled by my heart
so I rhyme great
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Every year they count the best 50 emcees
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But not once have them cowards
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ever mentioned JT
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Fuck you bustas,
critics ain't got to love me
I'm a rapper, not a rapper,
chumps can't touch me
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Be in mode and chin, only playin' to win
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All I ever drop is heat, nigga, I do it again
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Just a hitmaker, no shit taker
Make suckas get vapors
when I spit flavors
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I'm on fire, crunk shit and nigga wood
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We'll fuck a nigga up,
fuck him with my books
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Boy, time in jail? Don't matter
Long as you make it to hell? Don't matter
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Respect the king, respect the pimp
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Nigga peer point blank,
just respect my shit
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Tell me why do these fuck niggas
cross they nuts?
Hatin' on the player,
you'll never come up
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Tell me why do these fuck niggas
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cross they nut s?
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Wanna hate on the player
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cause they can't come up
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Tell me why do these fuck niggas
cross they nuts?
Hatin' on the player,
you'll never come up
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Tell me why do these fuck niggas
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cross they nuts?
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Wanna hate on the player
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cause they can't come up
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Them grown folks talkin',
shut the fuck up
Before you get this all fast shot,
then fuck up
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Record company execs,
don't be fuckin' with me
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Unless you motherfuckers
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ready to die like that nigga
Biggie
I know that was bad boy,
but I'm talkin' bout the album
Money, whole problem, nigga,
I won't have em
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Nothin' to prove, everything to lose
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Move so smooth, bitch,
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I swear I got on Lexus shoes
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I'm just a fool with it, and I can fool with it
Any fool can get it,
and won't know who did it
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I got that grunk shitty, killer committee
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That ride with me, ain't takin' no pity
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And down for the nitty gritty
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Got homes, thrones, crowns,
even towns locked down
Bust rounds and blow pounds
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Now I ain't gotta rap
about my diamonds and gold
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All the money I fold, a nigga that shit old
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Tell me why I do this up,
niggas cross they not
Hittin' on the player,
you'll never come out
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Tell me why I do this up,
niggas cross they not
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Wanna hate on a player
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cause they can't come out
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Tell me why I do this up,
niggas cross they not
Hittin' on the player,
you'll never come out
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Tell me why I do this up,
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niggas cross they not
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Niggas wanna be the number one rapper,
well y 'all can have that
But what I do on wax better acid,
way past that
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Got the key to this shit
and the Niners are pleased
Only drop when I want to nigga,
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not for the cheese
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I drop shoes and lead game,
for y 'all to soak up
Niggas still rap,
my self -achievement, so what?
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I've achieved so much in my day,
I came to call it all
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Back when we was doin' it,
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before y 'all niggas start the ball
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Took the country at 90, overseas at 91
Said it'd be the best,
I'ma see where I'm from
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But I ain't trippin' off no rap shit
I want the money, that's it
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My people smart and not to be a part
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I out -divided, won't stand,
I won't stand for it
Tryin' to reach,
my niggas like the last poets
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Suckers rappin' in vain,
just tryin' to entertain
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Spit your flames and get the
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shit through your brain
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Why do these fuck niggas cross,
nuts?
Hatin' on the player,
you'll never come out
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Why do these fuck niggas cross,
they nuts?
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Wanna hate on the player,
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cause they can't come out
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Why do these fuck niggas cross,
they nuts?
Hatin' on the player,
you'll never come up
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Tell me why do these fuck
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niggas cross they nuts?
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Wanna hate on a player
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cause they can't come up
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Tell me why do these fuck
niggas cross they nuts?
Hatin' on the player,
you'll never come up
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Tell me why do these fuck niggas
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cross they nuts?
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Wanna hate on a player
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cause they can't come up
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Tell me why do these fuck niggas
cross they nuts?
Hatin' on the player,
you'll never come up
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Tell me why do these fuck niggas
cross they nuts?
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Wanna hate on a player
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cause they can't come up
She don't know,
hatin' is senseless
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