Kunci: D minor
Verse 1
F#m
Bm
Ayo, ayo, what up, yo
What up, y'all, this that Pretty Toney shit
F#m
It's like yo I know there's a lot
Bm
of hoods and shit out there
A lot of niggas done got bodied
A lot of niggas done got robbed
and shit
You know what I mean? We love
C#m
a lot of things in the hood
F#m
But time goes on,
D
Bm
and if we don't change a lot of shit
D
Bm
Shit always gonna be this way,
F#m
Bm
and that's a motherfucker fact!
F#m
Bm
True gangsta shit, y'all, yo, yo, yo
F#m
When y'all turn my mic up in
here, bareback shit
Bm
Know what I mean? Tired of y'all
motherfuckers and shit
F#m
One- two, fuck around and clobber
of y'all motherfuckers
Bm
Yo Spidey, put that
reverb shit, on
F#m
D
Bm
Come on "Can you feel it? Can
A
F#m
Bm
you feel it?" Yeah
A
F#m
"Can you feel it" Let's go, fuck it"
Live from Staten Island, where the gangstas kill
Verse 2
Bm
Only
place on the map,
F#m
that got the 30 dollar bill
And we front like we got millions
Bm
Our specialty is how we willie,
niggas
F#m
That's how Buck brought the building
And the police is pussy,
they protect and serve
Bm
They connect,
F#m
with baseheads then they frisk our birds
Smack DVDs, blowin' herb,
I'm in the room
Bm
Bonin' these two white bitches,
F#m
Ice baggin' up work
That's how we get down,
fuck Vegas
Bm
The black Carlo Gambino,
rockin' the wallo's
Blow his diamonds in Z- No's,
F#m
spicey, verses is jalapeños
Bm
Best believe when I'm in the big Escalade,
F#m
I'm sittin' on Dino
D
C#m
Bm
Tone Stark, a poet's art,
kiss the girls
A
F#m
And bake them pies, clean up,
D
some are old darts
C#m
Bm
This that real live don shit, you heard!
F#m
Verse 3
Yo, they lick forty rounds, today
Bm
Okay, plus the shit is mad
hot around the way
F#m
Niggas don't give a fuck
on any time or day
Bm
Or if he dyin' today,
or could he find a way
F#m
Blow niggas over 'turt, bitches,
dimes and trays
Bm
Throw a nigga a jew el
and watch him slide away
F#m
It's like that, in the hood,
he in the grimy say
Bm
But what we try'na say
is gonna "be this way"
D
C#m
Bm
It don't have to, it don't have to,
F#m
"My God!"
Verse 4
F#m
With big carrots and static,
Bm
with that leaves the bad habits
Drugs layin' in buildings with
F#m
great big automatics
Animos' in the hood, it's a fact,
we could do magic
Bm
Splatter faggots in lobbies,
F#m
the heat burn off his eyelashes
Don't try to pass this,
back up or you'll receive something
Bm
F#m
Real tragic, them hollows'll race
Bm
F#m
through your jack et
Semi gangstas with weak tactics
Bm
Forensic scientists called in to
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display graph ics
For square inch to his back winds
They brain is spleen,
it's left all over a fiend's mattress
Bm
Bastard, we cock and squeeze
after we leave our ratchets
F#m
We keep the hood cryin'
for massive havoc
Bm
No Trix we take from silly rabbits,
F#m
yo feed them lead carrots
D
C#m
Bm
The little mans'llconnect
and they touch that fabric
A
F#m
The only thing that can stop
'em is that tephlon phat shit
D
C#m
Bm
Maybe artillery's heavy like
F#m
a bunch of fat chicks
Baow! Ain't no comin'
Verse 5
back bitch!
F#m
Yo, they lick forty rounds, today
Bm
Okay, plus the shit is mad
hot around the way
F#m
Niggas don't give a fuck
on any time or day
Bm
Or if he dyin' today,
or could he find a way
F#m
Blow niggas over 'turt, bitches,
dimes and trays
Bm
Throw a nigga a jew el
and watch him slide away
F#m
It's like that, in the hood,
he in the grimy say
Bm
But what we try'nna say
is gonna "be this way"
D
Bm
It don't have to, it don't have to,
F#m
"My God!"
Outro 1
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