Kunci: Gb major
Verse 1
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(Get me) Uh- huh
(They pretty) Uh- huh
Db
Gb
Fm
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(Wit me) Uh- huh
Gb
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(It's crispy) Yeah
Gb
Fm
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Whoo Uh- huh,
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Db
Gb
uh- huh, yo
Verse 2
Gb
Y'all just blowin' smoke,
fan in the fire
Fm
Your wife is gettin' curi
Gb
ous homie you better hide her
Keep it gully baby boy, share that
Easy when you see me,
Db
I don't like to get stared at
Gb
Niggas only mad cause they asses
Gb
Soup the cowards up, if you want,
get your man clapped
Fm
Db
Yeah, sealed signed delivered, anthrax
Gb
You got a thousand niggas
I'll do numbers with half that
Catch me wylin' out with a mam
Gb
Enough on the wheels make me feel
Fm
Gb
like the tunnel packed
Yeah, if it's somethin'
I'm feelin' you runnin' that
And we don't let a thing slide baby,
Gb
Talk on the jack like Feds,
Gb
Fm
Havoc make tracks, didn't know,
Db
Gb
just hold that
Db
Gb
Career ain't goin' so well, I got that
Slide you some hot shit, nigga
it's a wrap
Verse 3
Db
See the cats in the whips want to, get
me
Gb
But I got the pounds and them
9's, they pretty
See me on the streets,
them gorillas they, wit me
Bills in the pockets,
Fm
Gb
know them things is, crispy
Db
Yeah, y'all niggas pussy son
Gb
Fm
Y'all not known for bustin'
Db
So for the 9 I got beef for days
Gb
Y'all want it wit us don't get
Db
Gb
Call the coroner
Verse 4
Db
Yo, a closed mouth don't get fed, that's why I
talk to him
Gb
Fm
I'm hungry, niggas is eat in' fo'
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Gb
pounds, I walk through 'em
Either you shook or your 9 spray
Db
Gb
You got a row of sixteen and a clip,
Fm
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Gb
one in the head around my way
Fuck with my money
Db
Gb
you be shot the fuck up
Db
The name Littles got the streets
Dumped off the bridge,
body mopped the fuck up
When them Mobb Deep boys creep
or pop the fuck up
There ain't a nigga that
can cramp my style
Fifteen get money, livin' frozen out
You cowards softer than a bitch,
get a baby wipe
'Fore I show you what the
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9 or three- eighty like
Gb
Db
Want beef muh'fucker come and get me
Gb
Fm
All this rap in the booth,
Db
or wassup in the street
Gb
Fm
Not a nickel get sold
Db
Gb
in the park 'less I eat
Fm
Think different the mac'll spin' you
Db
like the G- Unit piece
Gb
See the cats in the whips want to, get
Verse 5
Db
me
Gb
But I got the pounds and them
9's, they pretty
See me on the streets,
them gorillas they, wit me
Fm
Bills in the pockets, know
Verse 6
them things is, crispy
Db
Hey hey
Gb
Look I walk around with my
pound in a glass
Puffin' my haze,
Fm
Db
missed with that dro and sprinkled some hash
Gb
Fm
How I roll? Why would you ask?
Gb
Know I'm swingin' my piece,
Fm
Db
pocket full of G's, gun in the stash
Gb
I know y'all roll with the boys
with the badge
Db
Gb
That's why when you kick that gangsta rap,
homie I just laugh
From the ave, where snitches get blast
They say, no Noyd, you won't
blow makin' songs like that
I say, homie you sell your soul to glitter,
Db
Gb
it don't last
I don't get no bigger,
I'ma keep it realer to death
Fuck is a check if you ain't
Gb
Nig ga we countin' the scrilla with the
gun on the deck
Countin' the gang that snaps,
Db
Gb
think how many straps and vests
Fm
We flash the pound around
Gb
and knuckle down the rest
We hate the E- mails and the phones,
Gb
It's deep, we can't even speak
Db
Gb
in certain'rooms
Verse 7
Db
See the cats in the whips want to, get
me
Gb
But I got the pounds and them
9's, they pretty
Db
Gb
See me on the streets,
them gorillas they, wit me
Bills in the pockets,
Fm
Db
know them things is, crispy
Gb
Db
Yeah, y'all niggas pussy son
Fm
Y'all not known for bustin' them guns
Gb
So for the 9 I got beef for days
Y'all want it wit us
don't get carried away
Gb
I'm tellin' you it's somethin' 'bout them Mobb Deep boys,
Verse 8
Gb
they no joke
Fm
Gb
They blood- thirsty for that rap music yo
It's not a song,
it's a goddamn bomb fittin' to blow
They not a group,
they a muh'fuckin' gang for sho'
we more like a troop and oh
Fm
Let's not forget to mention
Db
All our guns get blown,
E'rytime we drop a new one
the streets gon' go
cause we don't play with that there
They know it's safe to spend they
money over here
E'rytime they cop from somebody else,
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Gb
the shit wack
Fm
That shit there is doo- doo, the
Get 'em all higher than Scotty
They know it's safe to spend
Db
they high wear off too fast
Gb
Them niggas got garbage,
Verse 9
Db
See the cats in the whips want to, get
me
Gb
But I got the pounds and them
9's, they pretty
Gb
See me on the streets,
them gorillas they, wit me
Fm
Bills in the pockets, know
them things is, crispy
Gb
Yeah, y'all niggas pussy son
Fm
Y'all not known for bustin'
them guns
Gb
So for the 9 I got beef for days
Gb
Y'all want it wit us don't get
carried away
Db
Gb
Db
Call the coroner
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