Kunci: Gb major
Verse 1
Ab
Eb
Ab
(Get me) Uh- huh
(They pretty) Uh- huh
Eb
Ab
Gm
Eb
(Wit me) Uh- huh
Ab
Eb
(It's crispy) Yeah
Ab
Gm
Ab
Whoo Uh- huh,
Eb
Ab
Eb
Ab
uh- huh, yo
Verse 2
Ab
Y'all just blowin' smoke,
fan in the fire
Gm
Your wife is gettin' curi
Ab
ous homie you better hide her
Keep it gully baby boy, share that
Easy when you see me,
Eb
I don't like to get stared at
Ab
Niggas only mad cause they asses
Ab
Soup the cowards up, if you want,
get your man clapped
Gm
Eb
Yeah, sealed signed delivered, anthrax
Ab
You got a thousand niggas
I'll do numbers with half that
Catch me wylin' out with a mam
Ab
Enough on the wheels make me feel
Gm
Ab
like the tunnel packed
Yeah, if it's somethin'
I'm feelin' you runnin' that
And we don't let a thing slide baby,
Ab
Talk on the jack like Feds,
Ab
Gm
Havoc make tracks, didn't know,
Eb
Ab
just hold that
Eb
Ab
Career ain't goin' so well, I got that
Slide you some hot shit, nigga
it's a wrap
Verse 3
Eb
See the cats in the whips want to, get
me
Ab
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,
Gm
Ab
know them things is, crispy
Eb
Yeah, y'all niggas pussy son
Ab
Gm
Y'all not known for bustin'
Eb
So for the 9 I got beef for days
Ab
Y'all want it wit us don't get
Eb
Ab
Call the coroner
Verse 4
Eb
Yo, a closed mouth don't get fed, that's why I
talk to him
Ab
Gm
I'm hungry, niggas is eat in' fo'
Eb
Ab
pounds, I walk through 'em
Either you shook or your 9 spray
Eb
Ab
You got a row of sixteen and a clip,
Gm
Eb
Ab
one in the head around my way
Fuck with my money
Eb
Ab
you be shot the fuck up
Eb
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
Eb
9 or three- eighty like
Ab
Eb
Want beef muh'fucker come and get me
Ab
Gm
All this rap in the booth,
Eb
or wassup in the street
Ab
Gm
Not a nickel get sold
Eb
Ab
in the park 'less I eat
Gm
Think different the mac'll spin' you
Eb
like the G- Unit piece
Ab
See the cats in the whips want to, get
Verse 5
Eb
me
Ab
But I got the pounds and them
9's, they pretty
See me on the streets,
them gorillas they, wit me
Gm
Bills in the pockets, know
Verse 6
them things is, crispy
Eb
Hey hey
Ab
Look I walk around with my
pound in a glass
Puffin' my haze,
Gm
Eb
missed with that dro and sprinkled some hash
Ab
Gm
How I roll? Why would you ask?
Ab
Know I'm swingin' my piece,
Gm
Eb
pocket full of G's, gun in the stash
Ab
I know y'all roll with the boys
with the badge
Eb
Ab
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,
Eb
Ab
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
Ab
Nig ga we countin' the scrilla with the
gun on the deck
Countin' the gang that snaps,
Eb
Ab
think how many straps and vests
Gm
We flash the pound around
Ab
and knuckle down the rest
We hate the E- mails and the phones,
Ab
It's deep, we can't even speak
Eb
Ab
in certain'rooms
Verse 7
Eb
See the cats in the whips want to, get
me
Ab
But I got the pounds and them
9's, they pretty
Eb
Ab
See me on the streets,
them gorillas they, wit me
Bills in the pockets,
Gm
Eb
know them things is, crispy
Ab
Eb
Yeah, y'all niggas pussy son
Gm
Y'all not known for bustin' them guns
Ab
So for the 9 I got beef for days
Y'all want it wit us
don't get carried away
Ab
I'm tellin' you it's somethin' 'bout them Mobb Deep boys,
Verse 8
Ab
they no joke
Gm
Ab
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
Gm
Let's not forget to mention
Eb
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,
Eb
Ab
the shit wack
Gm
That shit there is doo- doo, the
Get 'em all higher than Scotty
They know it's safe to spend
Eb
they high wear off too fast
Ab
Them niggas got garbage,
Verse 9
Eb
See the cats in the whips want to, get
me
Ab
But I got the pounds and them
9's, they pretty
Ab
See me on the streets,
them gorillas they, wit me
Gm
Bills in the pockets, know
them things is, crispy
Ab
Yeah, y'all niggas pussy son
Gm
Y'all not known for bustin'
them guns
Ab
So for the 9 I got beef for days
Ab
Y'all want it wit us don't get
carried away
Eb
Ab
Eb
Call the coroner
Outro 1
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