Kunci: E minor
Verse 1
Fm
Cm
Fm
Bbm
Return
Reagan ever,
Eb
Fm
Rebel flamethrower,
Patron hangover
Low sofas, leather,
Ab
Fm
high ceiling lofts, cheddar
Gold tokens, designed with
Db
Fm
the frost and boss
Cm
Fm
Brilliant, squeeze on those ci vilians,
chameleon
Knock niggas off in the court building,
Tilden
Brownsville,
L .H. houses,
Db
Linden,
Cypress,
Canarsie
Eb
Fm
Banners, space towers,
Bbm
re bays hours and power
Pass on tradition, never know cowards
Fm
Interact with the friction
Condition, hood, pass, vouch,
free admission
Listen, it's either off,
Fm
Position, the move like
Fm
Bite palm placed on the book of the
Lord
Db
Recite songs while niggas
Bbm
Embalm the box, either you armed or not
The game ain't changed,
Fm
it's the names of the players
Cm
Eb
The mayor, street smart,
Bbm
Db
set apart the stayers
Fm
Db
No favors, every man standing is for self
Db
Niggas ain't heard niggas ex pel
Fm
The game ain't changed,
Gb
Db
Eb
Bbm
Ab
it's the names of the players
Fm
Db
A special unit set up for niggas doin' it
Fm
Eb
Some niggas is roomed in it,
Fm
Db
oth er niggas just ruin shit
Fm
Who the snitch tellin'?
Knockin' niggas for nothin'
Cause they chickens on another
nigga dickin'
Db
She fuckin', it's disgusting
Eb
So now y 'all really know
Bbm
To the desert knees squeezing,
I'm begging for a reason
Got eleven little heathens and
I'm pleading,
Gb
please no involving the policemen
Fm
We beefing, and silence is the code
when you creeping
Sleeping,
I'm seeking for something to sink my teeth in
It's murder, murder
Monday be back before the weekend
Eb
Fm
feeling like homie when he high
Bbm
Macaroni till I die, only got one try
The game ain't changed,
Fm
it's the names of the players
The mayor, street smart,
set apart the stayers
Gb
No favors, every man standin' is for self
Fm
What else, niggas ain't
heard niggas' spout
The game ain't changed,
Gb
it's the names of the players
Db
Eb
Players, players, players,
Bbm
Fm
players, players, players
Db
Man we go round, here we go round
Fm
From every angle hittin'
me like stereo sound
Db
Fm
Chit -chattin',
layin' my scenario down
Bbm
Fm
Manhattan boogie down,
they all yappin' in the town
Fm
he's not buried in the ground
shit, a nigga could've drowned
So many years went from
To hopping in the coupe,
guess they rocking for the crown
King of the city,
it's the thing when you pretty
And fed like nitty,
he was here right with me
Knew it had to happen,
but who did the clapping?
Db
Knew when he was napping,
Eb
Fm
the names ain't matching
Bbm
Mad ain't the word,
had the spaz on his bird
Though a sad one occurred,
Fm
got a blast on the herb
Kill me, you n***a,
as quiet as a whisper
You slide like a slipper, damn, a n***a, listen
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