Kunci: F# minor
Verse 1
F#m
D
"Ayy,
you want some of this shit?"
F#m
"Naw, I don't want that shit"
D
"I don't give a fuck, I don't
play that shit
And I'm finna buss a cap on a nigga"
"Man, shut the fuck up
F#m
D
Slow down, slow down, slow down
F#m
You see that brick house right there?
D
That's the nigga crib
When he come out just tighten his ass up
I'ma get in the other car"
Interlude 1
"Aight"
D
Verse 2
D
F#m
If there's beef cock
it and dump it
B
A
B
The drama really means nothin' to me
D
I'll ride by and blow ya brains
out (brains out)
F#m
There's no time to cock it,
E
no way you can stop it
D
When niggas run up on you with
C#
them thangs out (thangs out)
F#m
I do what I gotta do,
A
I don't care I if get caught
B
F#m
The DA can play this mother
D
fuckin' tape in court
F#m
I'll kill you
D
I ain't playin', hear what I'm sayin',
homie I ain't playin'
C#
D
B
F#m
Catch you slippin' I'ma kill you
A
B
I ain't playin', hear what I'm sayin',
D
homie I ain't playin'
Verse 3
F#m
Keep thinkin' I'm candy,
'til ya fuckin' skull get popped
D
And ya brain jump out the top
C#
like Jack-in-the-box (yeah)
F#m
In In In the hood summer time
D
A
is the killin' season
B
F#m
D
It's hot out this bitch that's a good
enough reason (woo)
F#m
I've seen gangstas get religious
when they start bleedin'
D
Sayin', "Lord,
C#
Jesus help me," 'cause they as s leakin'
F#m
When they window roll down
A
and that AK come out
D
B
You can squeeze ya little hand
D
gun 'til you run out
F#m
And you can run for ya backup
E
F#m
D
But them machine gun shells
gon' tear ya back up
C#
F#m
God's on ya side? Shit,
A
I'm aight with that
B
'Cause we gon' reload them clips
D
and come right back
It's a fact, homie,
F#m
you go against me ya fucked
Em
E
I get the drop,
D
F#m
if you can duck ya luckier than Lady Luck
Look, nigga, don't think you safe 'cause
A
you moved out the hood
B
'Cause ya mama still around,
F#m
D
dog, and that ain't good
F#m
If you was smart you'd be
shook of me
E
D
'Cause I'd get tired of lookin' for ya,
spray ya mama crib
F#m
And let yo' ass look for me
Verse 4
F#m
If there's beef cock it and dump it
A
B
The drama really means nothin' to me
D
I'll ride by and blow ya brains
out (brains out)
F#m
There's no time to cock it,
E
no way you can stop it
D
When niggas run up on you with
C#
them thangs out (thangs out)
F#m
I do what I gotta do,
A
F#m
A
I don't care I if get caught
B
The DA can play this mother
D
fuckin' tape in court
F#m
I'll kill you
D
I ain't playin', hear what I'm sayin',
homie I ain't playin'
C#
F#m
Catch you slippin' I'ma kill you
A
B
I ain't playin', hear what I'm sayin',
F#m
D
homie I ain't playin'
F#m
My heart bleeds
Verse 5
for you, nigga,
E
I can't wait to get to you
D
Behind that twinkle in yo' eyes
C#
I can see the bitch in you
F#m
Nigga, you know the streets talk
A
B
So they'll be no white flags
D
and no peace talks
F#m
I got my back against the wind,
E
F#m
I'm down to ride 'til the sun burn out
E
D
If I die today I'm happy
C#
how my life turned out
F#m
See the shootouts that I'm
A
been in 'em by myself
B
F#m
D
Locked up I was in a box by myself
F#m
E
I done made myself a millionaire by myself
D
Now shit changed, motherfucker,
F#m
I can hire some help
I done heard about the fifty
A
grand you put in the hood
B
But ya shooter finna get shot,
D
it won't do him no good
F#m
E
F#m
With a pistol I define the definition of pain
D
If you survive ya bones'll still
C#
fuckin' hurt when it rains
F#m
A
Oh, you a pro at playin' Battleship? Well,
this ain't the same
B
Little homie this is a whole
D
different type of war game
F#m
See the losers end up in shackles
and motherfuckin' chains
D
Or laid out in the streets
C#
leakin' out they brains
F#m
If there's beef
Verse 6
cock it and dump it
A
B
The drama really means nothin' to me
D
I'll ride by and blow ya brains
out (brains out)
F#m
There's no time to cock it,
E
no way you can stop it
D
When niggas run up on you with
F#m
C#
them thang s out (thangs out)
F#m
I do what I gotta do,
A
I don't care I if get caught
B
The DA can play this mother
D
fuckin' tape in court
F#m
I'll kill you
I ain't playin', hear what I'm sayin',
D
homie I ain't playin'
C#
F#m
C#
F#m
Catch you slippin' I'ma kill you
A
B
I ain't playin', hear what I'm sayin',
D
homie I ain't playin'
F#m
After the fist
Verse 7
fights it's gunfire, boy,
E
F#m
E
D
you get the best of me (you get the best of me)
C#
If you don't wanna get shot I suggest you don't
F#m
go testin' me (go testin' me)
A
All the wrong I've done the Lord still keep
B
on blessin' me (blessin' me)
F#m
D
Finna run rap 'cause Dr. Dre got the
F#m
recipe (recipe, recipe)
Verse 8
F#m
D
F#m
Yeah, haha, ayy Dre
D
A
Got me feelin' real bulletproof up
B
in this motherfucker
D
'Cause the windows on my motherfuck
F#m
in' Benz is bulletproof, nigga
D
C#
'Cause my motherfuckin' vest is bulletproof,
F#m
nigga
A
D
'Cause my motherfuckin' hat is bulletproof,
D
B
nigga
D
But the Doc said if I get hit I might
F#m
get a fuckin' concussion
D
But better that then a hole in the head right,
nigga? Hahahaha
F#m
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