Kunci: F minor
Verse 1
Em
Yeah, yeah, 2 -5, ha -ha, yeah,
D
Em
O -E -T, yeah,
King
Bang,
Scram
Jones,
D
H -A -B -O -C, my nigga, yo
Em
A lot of niggas claim they gangstas and shit, but in order to be a gangsta,
D
Em
you gotta be prepared to die two ways
D
That's physically and socially, nigga, yo, yo
Em
I write like I'm facin' life on
Keyplot, spit it like I did a
Em
Y 'all niggas ain't gangstas,
you wanksta actors
Blow holes in your throwback
team gon' stay in the grind
Praise
D
Allah, even though I play with a nine
in between time, we bout it
Lotta thugs die cuz they
Em
Gaddafi, consider it a
pleasure to know him
QB the streets raised him,
Em
Niggas try to test your gangsta until you show him I can tell
D
they not know him when they blood stop flowin'
Em
Shaw
Law,
State
Green,
Wallaby
Clarks,
Tear
Paw,
Ice
Picker,
Em
So therefore, you better be prepared for war I'm
D
a bloody in twenties when I put three in your door
don't even play with your life like that
D
Em
Fall back, lotta coward niggas overreact
D
Em
Fall back,
they always wanna test your gangster
D
Fall back, for surely y niggas is wanksters
Em
Fall back, and have me overcheck your set
Fall back, have you talking
D
out the side of your neck
Em
Fall back, don't play with your life like that
Fall back, coward ass can't
Things that I hate the most,
when niggas smile in your face
D
At any given moment, cuttin' your throat
Em
If given a chance, turn your back,
you will get mowed
I'm too advanced, crazy glue,
D
they hammer stuff to the hand
Em
Shorty feel safe with me, homie,
she know the chrome in your bust
D
If left undetended, do dirt by his lonely
Em
One and the same, do dirt for
Dolo, fuck a cold
D
Nine out of ten,
D
they snitchin' and that's your homie
Em
So many went against grain,
that thing's forbidden
I'm surprised dogs still livin'
like a deal gone bad
Know my guard's always up,
Em
They wanna test my gangsta,
on and put money
D
Front, and get slumped in the front seat
Em
Lovely, you know the guard get gully
Trash, keep spittin' them dummies
D
Only nigga that ain't want
nothin' from me
Em
Fall back, even play with your life like that
D
Fall back, lotta coward niggas overreact
they always wanna test your gangsta
Fall back,
D
for surely y 'all niggas is wanksters
Em
Fall back, and have me overcheck your set
Fall back, have you talkin'
D
out the side of your neck
Em
Fall back, don't play with your life like that
Fall back,
D
coward ass gettin' killed like that
My gunplay and the careers,
I said it for years
D
My lifestyle's realer than theirs
Em
Preschool, group homes,
junior high was forfeit
I block graduated, max
BG, therefore I've died three ways
That's a bullet or a ice pick,
Em
Blood, stain, gunplay,
a part of the movement
If I die then my seeds gon'
Em
Raise em up, resurrect all my thugs
From the womb to the tomb,
Em
The hood profit, liquid
TVs and a rocket
D
SL6, my wits is the government's target
Em
Rose through from the concrete,
hot as the projects
Intense,
D
America's against a gangster's logic
Em
My pen assassinates all
the paper's margin
Need enough cash to buy
Larry
MC, do it live at the
Garden
D
Take any mob on, any team or squadron,
Yeah, niggas is talkin' all greasy, yeah
D
We need to have a paper party,
nigga, you snitch
Em
Fall back, even play with your life like that
D
Fall back, lotta coward niggas overreact
they always wanna test your gangsta
D
Fall back, for surely y niggas is wanksters
Em
Fall back, and have me overcheck your set
Fall back, have you talkin' out
Em
Fall back, don't play with your life like that
Fall back,
D
coward ass gettin' killed like that
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