Kunci: D# minor
Verse 1
Em
Hey pass me a beer man
Here you go
A
Man that nigga been standing on
Em
C
Em
the same goddamn spot
Bbm
Slagin' that shit about the last
Em
4-5 days man
Wit the same clothes on,
Verse 2
ain't even been home yet
Em
I don't even think so I wonder
if he smoking or selling
That shit he had to be smoking
or snortin' something
To up for them 4-5 days
Verse 3
Em
Naw, I heard he shot somebody man
For real?
That's the reason why
he probably can't go home
Yeah, you know like what
you call been missing to man
I think that's the nigga,
he suppose to be frontin' his money to
Verse 4
Em
That's why the police been
drivin' around so hard
Yeah, burning the spot up man, yeah
Yeah, we might need
to gone call 528-CASH
That nigga ass and turn him on in
Verse 5
Em
We need to man to make that
little change man
Get some mo beers or something
Yeah, we gone do that
Verse 6
Em
Need to hurry up and gone, turn that nigga
ass in man make
This neighborhood probably
a little bit safer man
A little bit more
Atleast for us or somthing dang
Verse 7
Em
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock,
pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs,
splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?
Verse 8
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip Rocks in my sock,
Em
pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs,
splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip,
playa can ya dig?
Verse 9
C
Em
Project Pat a nigga that's
C
down for his crown man
D
Em
D
If your ass step I'ma
C
be downtown man
C#dim
C
4th floor bound man that's
if I get caught man
Em
Push me to the edge so it
C
really ain't my fault man
Verse 10
C
Em
See I gotta die man,
C
don't you even try man
D
A
Em
Enemies gone bleed once,
C
Em
I let these bullets fly man
D
C#dim
D
C
Momma gonna cry man,
I like to get high man
D
Em
C#dim
Niggas passing plates
C
snortin' line after line man
Verse 11
A
C#dim
C
I got's to get mine man,
robbing was the crime man
Em
C
That a nigga did but I done
D
serve my time man
Put that all behind man,
C
get out on the grind man
C#dim
Em
Slang some of this dope in
C
Em
the steets or my ride man
Verse 12
C
See I ain't a fool man,
fuck listen to you man
Em
A
Em
Why you in my grill? And
C
you knowin' we ain't cool man
Project ain't a duck man,
see I know waz up man
Em
Get up off my dick like
C
Em
a motherfucking slut man
Verse 13
Em
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock,
pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs,
splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip,
Verse 14
playa can ya dig?
Em
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock,
pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs,
splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip,
playa can ya dig?
Verse 15
Em
Where I'm from man, ain't no sunshine
C
Em
C
Em
C
Only shine on a doggs ass if his
Em
ass don't get on the grind
Doin' time help a nigga out
C
to clear up my head
Em
C
Use to have a shank and a
knife that was by my bed
Em
It was said
Verse 16
C
I would end up
Em
dead working in the streets
C
Em
But the streets is the only thang I see
payin' me quarter key fuck
Servin' deals rockin' to the shake
slangin' guns slangin' TV's
C
Em
Man, I'm tryin' to make all I can
C
my nigga puncho at a hoes house
Verse 17
Em
Get her drunk, take her to the back,
C
put dick in her mouth
Em
Leave the front door unlocked,
C
Em
my nig turn the radio
D
C
Pull the car up into the yard,
cleaning out the hoe
Em
D
You should know that a burglary
Em
C
Em
really ain't for me
Verse 18
Em
I just got out the tentary
C
Em
tryin' to get my feet
Get the cheese off the merchandise,
went a bought a deal
Nigga , please you say you
Verse 19
don't steal I'ma keep it real
Em
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock,
pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs,
splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip,
Verse 20
playa can ya dig?
Em
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock,
pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs,
splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip,
playa can ya dig?
Verse 21
Em
Hataz like to get a playa twisted
in that bullshita
C
Em
And game splita I'm also a
C
wig splita your ass getta
Em
Shoot up by the 9 m ila,
your cap I drilla
When fucking with real nigga
C
the chrome trigga
Verse 22
Em
Shall regulate a punk quicker
Em
a bullet hit ya
C
I'm zoned of that brown
Em
liquor you need
C
To get ya nose outta niggas biz
Em
quit spreadin' rumors
C
Like a motherfucking punk bitch,
Em
D
C
my trunk is the bed
For a kidnapped victim,
Em
C
hollow point hit them pull out my gun
Your hands,
Em
Em
you get them up in the air
Verse 23
C
Ah, because you came to me in error,
don't wanna scare ya
See you have manifest in terror
Em
I know these bullets
C
Em
Will pop your shit off like a
meleon, let's bust it up man
Fuck man who you tellin' it's armagedeon the
North Memphis crack
We sellin' you,
Verse 24
pass me the potent weed is what they yellin'
Em
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock,
pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs,
splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?
Verse 25
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip Rocks in my sock,
pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs,
splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip,
playa can ya dig?
Verse 26
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip Rocks in my sock, pocket
full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs,
splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?
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