Kunci: B major
Verse 1
B
G
Rell fresh home
B
How it feel to back where
F#
Ya heard, I got the D.A.
on my ass right now
All my soldiers behind the G Wall
B
Inhale, exhale, fuck the police
Verse 2
C
I'm up early on the strip while
C#
B
the birds chirpin'
C
I had to turn my phone off too
C
Damn my homies gotta sit in the bing
C
C#
C
I flood my chain and piss in my ring
G
B
Yea, shit on these niggas 'til
C
F#
I sit wit the Lord
B
C
I woulda been home last year but I
B
got hit at the board, nigga
C
You fuckin' wit Hell Rell,
G
New York City's rider man
Verse 3
Db
Now is these niggas some killers like us
F#
No
G
F#
They say the real, well they realer than us
Is my set good
Yes
Is my bet good
Yes
Db
C
G
Is my threat good
Verse 4
C
F#
they done indicted ya boy
B
C
Niggas start snitchin' they
Sammy the Bullin
B
Til my niggas start grippin' these
F#
G
hammers and pull 'em
B
That's when these niggad start switchin'
G
turnin' Islamic and Muslim
F#m
Cause they seein' my position
F#
B
is straight savage and hoodlums
Shit, who suffered and lost,
G
my new truck is a Porsche
A
F#m
F#
This is One- Eye Willie and I'm
Verse 5
C
Who them niggas paintin' the town red
B
C
Banks stop and we lay down bets
B
Dip- Set, Dip- Set, Dip- Set,
B
C
Who them niggas leave wit ya bitch nigga
Dip- Set
B
Byrd- Gang, Byrd- Gang, Byrd- Gang,
C
C#
Byrd- Gang, Byrd- Gang
Verse 6
niggas be bangin' like me
F#
No
G
F#
They say they G is they gangstas like me
C#
G
Is my guns good
F#m
Yes
Is my ones good
G
Yes
D
G
Do we run hoods
Verse 7
B
C
My pistol game been tight
C#
C
Since chicken lo mein and rice
B
C
Tryna get that paper,
B
flippin' that caine for a price
B
hittin' that caine through the pipe
C
Niggas that bang to the right
C#
C
G
B
I'm jus' sayin' this is life
B
F#m
F#
Cause through this war we gon
B
ride wit two 4's on our side
G
Shit, man I'm riskin' it all
A
F#m
Cause for this love and this money man,
Verse 8
B
C
Who them niggas paintin' the town red
B
Banks stop and we lay down bets
B
Dip- Set, Dip- Set, Dip- Set,
B
C
Who them niggas leave wit ya bitch nigga
Dip- Set
B
Byrd- Gang, Byrd- Gang, Byrd- Gang,
C#
B
These niggas want me to
Verse 9
slow down
F#
B
And these bitches pokin' holes in the
C#
B
F
C
Leave me alone lemme twist my weed
B
Two things I never seen a
C
U.F.O. and a bitch I need
G
B
C
The beamer shinin' on B.B.'s, nig
B
G
gas tryin to be me
A
F#m
F#
You gangsta on the streets dog,
These niggas washed up
It don't matter,
A
B
F#
B
Porsche to 6, they be all my dick
C
I, slaughter the strip wit a quarter a brick
B
I got Florida chicks comin'
C
I only been home for a month
but I'm still fresh y'all
B
Up in this booth and still
smellin' like the mess hall
Verse 10
Now is these niggas more liver than me
No
He kinda hot but is he spittin'
more fire than me
No, no, no, no
Is my dope good
Yes
Is my coke good
Yes
Am I so hood
Yes, yes, yes, yes
Verse 11
Now is these niggas some killas like us
No
F#
well they realer than us
No, no, no
Yes
Is my bet good
Yes
Is my threat good
Outro 1
B
G
B
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