Tonalità: G minor•
Intro 1
Gm
Eb
Cm
Eb
Gm
Eb
Cm
Gm
Eb
Gm
Verse 1
Gm
Eb
Take notes young
locs, I advise y'all to slow down
Glocks, K's, and eagles trying
to put a murder down
Gm
Watching fools servin' found
Put your eyes on the prize,
hitting switches
And getting bitches with plenty riches
Eb
And if you bang homie, do that
Cm
But when your ass gets slapped
Gm
Eb
with that 25, handle that
Gm
And all you see is the glamor and gold
Don't know the other side of the game
is where it's scandalous and cold
Eb
Your destiny is in your hands,
you got control
Wasting time with your life
until your ass is old
Gm
Trying to be bold, a hog and a pimp
Eighteen years old, HIV in the limp
Eb
Can't fuck with, what you asked for
Verse 2
Eb
Cm
Gm
Sometimes you just should let go
Eb
Gm
Get what you need and not want
Some folks believe and some don't
Eb
These are the ones that don't last
Cm
Hard head makes soft ass
Eb
Dm
Gm
But it was something that I had to have
I just had to have
Verse 3
Gm
What's crackin' gangsta
Eb
Cm
Little woe G sake with a bang loose
Gm
Eb
Dickie sagging how should kicking it
Gm
Bangs with me,
nigga let me swang with you
Hop in this cut dog,
and split this game to ya
Eb
I see them niggas that got ya tatted
and called it paddering
A clutch and a glock, banging on
niggas at the bus stop
Gm
Putting in work, leave you broke,
cloke white shirt
Doing dirt trying to gain strikes for the turf
Eb
Loc, what up , shit I knew your
brother
Cm
You used to bang with him, when you
Gm
Eb
was a little motherfucker
Gm
Until they amputated both of my legs,
circled the block
Caught your brother slippin'
and flippin' the lead
Eb
Retaliation was swift, furious,
just know this hood shit is serious
For the sake of if remembers,
Gm
see your 'bout your paper
And remember, loc's success is best
with revenge on these haters, nigga
Eb
Can't fuck with, what you asked for
Verse 4
Bb
Cm
Gm
Sometimes you just should let go
Eb
Gm
Get what you need and not want
Dm
Some folks believe and some don't
Gm
Eb
These are the ones that don't last
Hard head makes soft ass
Gm
But it was something that I had to have
Verse 5
I just had to have
Eb
Murder, murder, murder
I don't wanna die
Cm
I'm try ing to live,
Gm
Eb
try ing to survive
Gm
Murder, murder, murder
Verse 6
Gm
I don't wanna die
I'm trying to live, trying to survive
Eb
Niggas done got the game twisted
Yet if these bustas pump 'em up
And just start division, fool listen
Gm
Life is like a grab shot
You can either hit the jackpot
Stack a not and get a calf shot
Eb
Live you life homie Don't get
Verse 7
Cm
pumped up to dump
Eb
and get cracked
Gm
And moms put a block
on the phone
You's a hard motherfucker,
but now you all alone
Verse 8
Gm
Eb
All alone in the streets it was on
But hit the leather for
penitentery friends gone
Your on your own
Gm
Until the youth, I spit to you
Verse 9
Gm
They call me G dub and I spit the truth
Eb
Can't fuck
Verse 10
Cm
Gm
Eb
Gm
Eb
Dm
Gm
Eb
with, what you asked for
Sometimes you just should let go
Gm
Get what you need and not want
Some folks believe and some don't
Eb
These are the ones that don't last
Hard head makes soft ass
Gm
But it was something that I had to have
Outro 1
I just had to have
Gm
Eb
Cm
Bb
Eb
Gm
Eb
Bb
Eb
Gm
Eb
Cm
Bb
Eb
Gm
Bb
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