Kunci: F# minor•
Verse 1
Bm
My nigga game came with a hundred
F#m
Bm
bars fo' y'all
Now I'm following his footsteps nigga
Young ya boy,
CO when I'm five times platinum
Verse 2
Bitch I'm a pimp I don't
You niggas never match
And don't add up,
I swear to God,
F#m
just last year I was broke
On the block selling dough
Bm
Watching my niggas sniff coke now
My life's changed from
F#m
the planes to the boats
From the change to the clothes,
Bm
don't leave games to these hoes
They just hop in the Range
Switching lanes, baby,
Bm
don't give me brains on the low
F#m
Never lame born and raised
in the skull niggas hate
Bm
But they won't say a thang to me though,
huh
It's like that, and as a matter of fact
F#m
I got hours with the powder
Bm
every powder the crack
Every hour I devour money shower
F#m
With that lemonheads in my air,
Real sour,
F#m
I break shit down like twin towers
Bm
Mad your bitch had the bitch
bitch holla'
F#m
It ain't about dollars I
don't wanna hear about it
Bm
Never squared boy this nigga
right hear 'bout it
F#m
Call me y'a boy for short call me YB
Bm
Don't try me carry guns like ID
But fuck guns I keep niggas
And we'll beat a punk nigga
Feel like the king when it come
And if I don't have a mic I'd
A post star night serving things
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to crack fiend's boy
Bm
I got runners like the coach
of the track team
Yes I'm focused vision
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clear as a flat screen
Bm
You broke niggas not eating
your fast things
I'm telling you all the hoods
Bm
They like 'Pac gone but fuck it
He'll do a lot of jealous niggas
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be tryin' to kill dude
Because the boy's 'Pac
And in the West if I ain't the be
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st or at least second I'll
Bm
Put a weapon up to my chest niggas
don't wanna see me breathe
F#m
'Cause they know I got
They can't see me like
Bm
'Cause I got more pads than the MPC
Catch me dipping in a jag
F#m
Sea weed green I'm in
You in the pee wee league when
I was broke steal my grill
F#m
At least three G's now I talk with
Bm
a smile at the VB's breathe
F#m
It's ya boy I represent the CDP
You a hoe dog
Bm
You be where the weenies be
F#m
You the man when the East coast talk
Bm
about you buzzin' in the streets
Each coast speak about you, that's me
And if you ain't here,
it 'bout to get ugly like Freeway's beard
This the streets,
F#m
you don't get a lot of leeway here
It get hotter than a motherfuckin'
Trust me boy it's a lot
Bm
Leave you MIA like the heat play here
Wear guns to surpass the hating
Tie a MAC around my neck,
it's a fashion statement
F#m
I laugh at you clowns thinkin'
I'm the same dude
Bm
I'm not as quite as I was back
in grade school
I'm much sicker willing
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to ditching to spray twos
And like the game I'm
Bm
just dying to play fool
F#m
So run up if you think I'm a chump
I leave your body in the trunk
Bm
Smelling just like a skunk
I leave your head in your lap
Even Ashton Kutcher couldn't
Bm
make you nigga punk, ha
F#m
I be thuggin' until I'm at
the pearly tall gates
'Cause I been thuggin' since
Small face I'm still thuggin' and
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twenty has a large face
Bm
Ya boy the black '06 version
of Scarface
F#m
And the Bay is where I made my name
Where niggas go dumb
Yeah it's hyphy but some
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niggas be going all out
So I don't go dumb 'cause
Bm
the gun might fall out
F#m
Trust me dog I'm the nigga
you shouldn't call out
I'm looking at your teeth and
Bm
I'ma knock 'em all out
F#m
Twice as big as I was before and the radio
Bm
won't even play my song no more
But it's cool I'm on the streets
F#m
like a hydrant though
Bm
So when they ask who the best they reply,
is you that nigga
F#m
Ya boy, that boy got a firing flow
Hoes tryna' make me they man,
Yes, you did get down
on your knees and blow
F#m
Put my thing in your mouth,
A hot boy, I don't sound
Got snow, but I don't think
F#m
I'm the truth, I can go and R&B and blow
But this rap game is so
I'm the pizza man,
I got cheese and dough
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My H- Town niggas got
Niggas think I'm a hoe 'til I
And that'll change their
Bm
mind like Keyshia Cole
And I'm single,
somebody let Keyshia know
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That I break backs an
Bm
d leave girls leaning, yo
Ha, the girls choose 'cause
Not to mention I'm hot
Not to mention you cold,
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you don't even go gold
When I drop I'ma go plat
That's four million sales from
'Cause I got more bars
Bm
than four million jails
And I'm holding a twelve
You lames aim at your brain
rearranged
If you don't think I'm the truth,
Bm
Record labels get the bidding wars started
Verse 3
I'ma see ya when I'm five
times platinum
F#m
I'ma keep it short and simple
Bm
Two realest websites on earth
F#m
nigga
Holla'
Ya boy
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