Kunci: Gb major•
Verse 1
F#
Bm
How y 'all feel
F#
Bm
out there?
F#
Bm
How y 'all feel out there?
How y feel out there?
How y 'all feel out there?
B
G#m
They tell me birds of a
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feather flock together
F#m
G#m
So I must keep hanging with
D#m
my homies known as players
F#
G#m
And we rollin' 20 deep on
D#m
F#
a creep gettin' geeked
G#m
And a confrontation's what
D#m
you really don't need
F#
G#m
You get tossed,
F#
get lost in a soft seat
F#m
G#m
Cause ain't nothin' goin'
F#
D#m
down but a victory
F#
F#m
G#m
I saw the battery, ain't nothin',
F#m
F#
So you can't fade me,
D#m
call the police, then I'm outtie
F#
G#m
Come chase, rollin' fresh,
F#
F#m
5 .0, fool
G#m
D#m
Blowin' the doors off the 5 .0s, dodge cool
F#
G#m
They can't get me,
F#
if they do, I make bail
I got a hundred thousand
G#m
F#
D#m
stat s from the days of
F#
Yale
G#m
So how do you think
you're gonna trap
D#m
Slick
F#
C?
G#m
D#m
I got a hun dred ways of makin' green
D#
F#
D .O .E.
D#m
G#m
When I come,
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I come with capabilities
F#m
F#
G#m
The destroyers on the
D#m
street makin' people see
F#
G#m
You can hate me,
D#m
F#
underrate me, but I'm still pumpin'
G#m
So what you sayin' ain't nothin'
D#m
F#
but a bunch of junkin'
G#m
Try to rise and find
D#m
yourself in a funky coffin
F#
F#m
F#
G#m
Give me some room to
D#m
breathe so I can release
F#
G#m
F#
G#m
Some funky, dope,
D#m
strong lyrics about me
G#m
D#m
Run -C, that nigga
F#
G#m
Making snaps from craps,
F#
F#m
G#m
You can fuck with me
D#m
F#
cause I'm bigger
Run -C
Run
Bm
B
How y 'all feel out there?
Run -C!
Run -C!
Run -C!
Run
Run
Run -C!
Run
G#m
You filthy, roguish emcees
D#m
F#
Can't fuck with me
G#m
Stand tall and get dogged
D#m
F#
With a fury of bees
D#m
G#m
You're on my list with the shit
D#m
F#
Trying to fuck the swift
G#m
You need a kick in your ass,
D#m
F#
you young, motivated bitch
G#m
Another trick by birth,
F#
D#m
mark on earth
F#
G#m
Gettin' served by the
D#m
F#
MC, wine superb
G#m
And you heard through the grapevine,
D#m
F#
ominous shit
So why you choose
G#m
D#m
F#
Dakota's nigga to fuck with?
G#m
Come on, dumb, silly,
F#
F#m
G#m
On the next plat eau,
I get a little tougher
D#m
F#
I see the
D#m
F#
Vanilli tattoos on your chest
F#m
F#
G#m
You're straight proven to deceit,
D#m
F#
you as fake as they get
G#m
You into something,
D#m
but the something ain't nothin'
F#
G#m
But a trap from a mack
D#m
who set you up like that
F#
G#m
I caught you slippin',
D#m
F#
F#m
you thought I wouldn't make a better jam
G#m
On the level where the rhymes
D#m
F#
make a nigga ant s
G#m
They need to treat your
damn mouth to some
D#m
F#
Listerine
G#m
Cause all them foul -ass rhymes
D#m
F#
got your breath on stink
G#m
I never wonder about your
D#m
number cause it's 911
F#
F#m
F#
D#m
Call for help and see how quick
them motherfuckers come
F#
G#m
F#
G#m
After battlin' me,
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MC
G#m
With a rep that's fucked,
D#m
F#
still ain't up to me
G#m
D#m
F#
Bow down, simp, cuz I told you once
F#m
G#m
I'm a top -notch floor
D#m
F#
with a paw punch
G#m
D#m
Take the misery and pain and gain no fame
F#
G#m
Who wired your ass up to take
D#m
F#
me out the rap game?
G#m
Your coach ain't no good
F#
G#m
F#
D#m
F#
he woulda told you not to mess with
G#m
D#m
F#
The sucker maker, hoe taker
pimpin' player
D#m
F#
Heartbreaker, and I'm
Ron
C
Ron
C,
Ron
C,
Ron
C,
Ron
C,
C
F#
Run
PC,
PC,
Run
Bm
B
Run
Bm
PC,
B
Bm
Run
PC,
Run
B
PC,
Run
PC,
Run
Run
Bm
PC,
Run
PC,
PC,
B
Run
PC,
G#m
Run
F#
How fake can they be some old punk
F#m
MC's?
G#m
Don't scream my damn
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LP
G#m
You niggas can't flow you can't
D#m
F#
F#m
roll you can't pump nothin'
F#
G#m
D#m
Smoke some weed and let your mind
F#
G#m
tell you runnin' somethin'
Sign your rumor let my
D#m
F#
F#m
tape straight bass
G#m
Inhale the smoke until your
D#m
F#
brain gets phased
G#m
F#
G#m
You're just fake, another
D#m
F#
F#m
H .O .E.
F#
G#m
D#m
With a hotty doody smile, you're finna
D#m
F#
G#m
You can't handle my dope,
D#m
F#
cause it just got swole
G#m
D#m
SV -12 machine, mic and head phones
F#
G#m
F#
And I'm
G#m
D#m
F#
F#m
Bronsi, that black as s nigga
G#m
D#m
Pourin' a pimp hose an d
F#
I'm pullin' the trigger
G#m
It's like an everyday thang
D#m
F#
for a nigga who's bigger
F#m
G#m
As I roll through the set I see
D#m
F#
them fake ass punks
G#m
Straight jockin' the seat,
D#m
F#
they tell me I'm the one
F#m
F#
You can pump my head,
D#m
F#
but I won't bust
G#m
You keep ridin' the seat,
D#m
F#
and it's your bitch I fuck
Cause I'm
G#m
D#
F#
Roncic, and I'm tearin' it up
G#m
Now buck up, motherfucker,
D#m
F#
and you'll see what's up
F#m
And I told you once,
D#m
F#
F#m
now taste the funk
Roncic,
B
Roncic,
Roncic,
B
Bm
G#m
Roncic
F#
G#m
D#m
F#
G#m
F#
Thank you for
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