Kunci: E minor
Verse 1
G#m
E
C#m
G#m
E
C#m
Yo,
G#m
E
the saga begins, begin war
I draw first blood,
be the first to set it off
G#m
My cause, tap all jaws,
We takin' what's yours,
we do jux, rush the doors
E
time to make breeze and guns toss
In full force, my team'll go
at your main source
G#m
My 9 Taurus hit bosses
Your whole setup,
from the ground up, we lock shit
G#m
Blood flood your eye, fuck
Switch to killer instincts
'fore niggas pop shit
G#m
Yo, nigga Noyd, what's the topic?
'96, strike back with more hot shit
E
my team'll glow like radiation
With no time for patient
or complication
G#m
Let's get it done right,
my clique airtight
E
Trapped in a never- ending gunfight
G#m
So niggas lose stripes or lose life
Jail niggas sendin' kites to the street
wasn't fully cooked
G#m
Finish 'em off, well- done meat
E
Then send .22 slug to your head
C#m
Travel all the way down to your leg
Verse 2
G#m
Ay o, it's Hell on Earth
E
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line
G#m
And the enemy is one- time
D#m
E
I ain't gotta tell you
It's right in front of your eyes
G#m
Ayo, it's Hell on Earth
E
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line
G#m
And the enemy is one- time
Yo, it's right in front of your eyes
Verse 3
G#m
E
We rep the QBC, nigga, rep yours,
it's all love
Milli' stacked down,
heavily guarded by hollow- tip slug
G#m
E
Then crack down on wannabe thugs
Adapt to gat sound and bow down
see how my foul now
E
Articulate, hittin' body parts
to start shiftin' shit
Never hesitant,
it's the rap game unlimited
G#m
D#m
Sign my roster, we can do this,
Then reminisce twenty years later
G#m
how we was gettin' it
Either with me, go against the grain,
Leggin' me or robbin' me,
niggas better body me
G#m
'Cause it's a small world and niggas
Bitches singin' like snitches,
pointin' you out in pictures
G#m
D#m
E
'Cause she rep the QBC faithfully,
playa- hatin' me
All that bullshit is just makin' me
G#m
More the better to concentrate
If shorty set you up, you better dead her
G#m
I told you, shape and mold you,
Like a pimp,
mind control you, double- edge blow you
G#m
In the B- I like I'm supposed to,
International, you local
G#m
Bacardi mix physically fix
E
Hit you with shit that'll leave
a loose nigga stiff
C#m
Probably thick, son, I solved 'em
G#m
Pulled him in my world and
Walk the beat like around the way cops
G#m
the average pitstop
E
QB City, Godfather Pt III
Gotti, Gambino, and Ty Nitty
Scarface, rest in peace
Verse 4
G#m
E
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line (front line)
G#m
And the enemy is one- time (one- time)
Ayo, it's right in front of your eyes
E
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line (front line)
G#m
And the enemy is one- time (one- time)
D#m
E
I ain't gotta tell you
C#m
Ayo, it's right in front of your eyes
G#m
Yo, the heavy metal king, hold
Verse 5
D#m
E
big shit with spare clips
You see eclipse when the MAC spit,
Layin' dead with open eyes,
Turn off his lights,
switch to darkness
C#m
G#m
It's deep in the abyss of street life
D#m
E
Blood on my kick s, shit on my knife
You's the wild child,
Kicko turnin' men into mice
G#m
I was born to take power,
D#m
E
leave my mark on this planet
The phantom of crime rap,
niggas is left stranded
G#m
Shut down your operation,
Leave a foul taste in your
mouth like Guinness
G#m
D#m
E
P.O.W. niggas is found M.I.A.
We move like special forces,
Green Beret
G#m
E
Heavily around my throat, I don't play
Shit brand new,
G#m
back in '89, the same way
D#m
The God P walk with a limp, see
E
But simply, to simplify shit,
G#m
no man can go against me
D#m
Test me, you must be bent,
I had this full clip for so long,
it needs to empty
G#m
The reason why it's full for so long
E
'cause I don't waste shit
You properly hit,
blood in your mouth so you could taste it
D#m
E
I lay back and watch the world spin
I hear thugs claimin' that they gonna
G#m
rob the Mobb when they see us
E
I tell you what, black, here's the issue
It's a package deal, you rob me,
you take these missiles
G#m
E
Along with that, I ain't your average cat
Fuck rap, I'm tryna make cream
and that's that
E
however it gots to go down
Four mics on stage,
a motherfuckin' four- pound
G#m
Speakers leakin' out sound and niggas
I could truly care less,
G#m
the God gon' get his regardless
Blow- for- blow,
E
let's find out who hit hardest
This rap artist used to be a
stickup artist
G#m
D#m
E
Sometimes I test myself, see if I still got it
A live nigga stay on point,
G#m
never disregard shit
D#m
Or forget the essence
P is sick, so save that bullshit
for the birds (nigga)
G#m
Live up to my words, if I got beef,
E
niggas comin' in herds (nigga)
We flush through,
G#m
your clique get purged (word up)
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