Kunci: E minor
Verse 1
Gm
Dm
Gm
Cm
Return
Reagan ever,
F
Gm
Rebel flamethrower,
Patron hangover
Low sofas, leather,
Bb
Gm
high ceiling lofts, cheddar
Gold tokens, designed with
Eb
Gm
the frost and boss
Dm
Gm
Brilliant, squeeze on those ci vilians,
chameleon
Knock niggas off in the court building,
Tilden
Brownsville,
L .H. houses,
Eb
Linden,
Cypress,
Canarsie
F
Gm
Banners, space towers,
Cm
re bays hours and power
Pass on tradition, never know cowards
Gm
Interact with the friction
Condition, hood, pass, vouch,
free admission
Listen, it's either off,
Gm
Position, the move like
Gm
Bite palm placed on the book of the
Lord
Eb
Recite songs while niggas
Cm
Embalm the box, either you armed or not
The game ain't changed,
Gm
it's the names of the players
Dm
F
The mayor, street smart,
Cm
Eb
set apart the stayers
Gm
Eb
No favors, every man standing is for self
Eb
Niggas ain't heard niggas ex pel
Gm
The game ain't changed,
Ab
Eb
F
Cm
Bb
it's the names of the players
Gm
Eb
A special unit set up for niggas doin' it
Gm
F
Some niggas is roomed in it,
Gm
Eb
oth er niggas just ruin shit
Gm
Who the snitch tellin'?
Knockin' niggas for nothin'
Cause they chickens on another
nigga dickin'
Eb
She fuckin', it's disgusting
F
So now y 'all really know
Cm
To the desert knees squeezing,
I'm begging for a reason
Got eleven little heathens and
I'm pleading,
Ab
please no involving the policemen
Gm
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
F
Gm
feeling like homie when he high
Cm
Macaroni till I die, only got one try
The game ain't changed,
Gm
it's the names of the players
The mayor, street smart,
set apart the stayers
Ab
No favors, every man standin' is for self
Gm
What else, niggas ain't
heard niggas' spout
The game ain't changed,
Ab
it's the names of the players
Eb
F
Players, players, players,
Cm
Gm
players, players, players
Eb
Man we go round, here we go round
Gm
From every angle hittin'
me like stereo sound
Eb
Gm
Chit -chattin',
layin' my scenario down
Cm
Gm
Manhattan boogie down,
they all yappin' in the town
Gm
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?
Eb
Knew when he was napping,
F
Gm
the names ain't matching
had the spaz on his bird
Though a sad one occurred,
Gm
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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