Kunci: G# minor•
Verse 1
G#m
D#
It's a story about two brothers,
Rob and Vic
G#m
Grew up in the world alone
D#
God forgot about them, hmm
Forced to fend for themselves
G#m
In the rotten apples
of New York City
D#
This story takes place,
G#m
D#
in 1993
Verse 2
G#m
How many nigs did we get so far?
I couldn't care to count
Just snatch ''em up quick
If he scream, I'ma put him out
D#
I put the heat to his face to shut him up
D#m
So I can dig him out
D#
Went in his pockets and got the cash
in some big amounts
G#m
I looked him dead cold in his eyes,
without carin'
If money speak,
that explain the voices I've been hearin'
D#
You ain't really have to kill him
Yo god he moved, but I lied
Damn, there's our sick stick-
up turned homicide
G#m
So? that's the way our momma died
Is you with me I'ma slide
Verse 3
had to get our game plan together
D#m
'cause this little bit of stickup loot
ain't lastin' us forever
Desperate, on the edge with no place to go
G#m
We can't go back to the hood
Verse 4
we stuck up everyone we know
G#m
D#
For the love of money,
G#m
people will rob from each other
For the love of money,
people will steal from their mother
D#
For the love of money,
people will kill their own brother
Verse 5
G#m
Now every time I hear a fuckin' siren,
my heart skip a beat
I'm paranoid,
every face I see I think he after me
D#
Supposedly we was supposed to be
gettin' work from this large cat
But since we know where he rest
G#m
at- we goin' bogart!
Son frontin so hard
Heard he had a hundred g's
alone on his gold card
D#
His crab wife showed me mad
cash in her blouse
She said he the mad stash
at the house
Couldn't pass up a
G#m
jooks like this anyday
Anyway on our way there,
I'm feelin' bad vibes
Yo kid don't say that
That's when we bumped heads
D#
With vicks that we stuck from way back,
up on atlantic
The way them niggas lookin'
god they drivin' mad frantic
G#m
Yo don't panic, trust me
What?
I jump back and bust ''em
Shots through they windshield,
they ain't wearin' shield
D#
Hit the kid behind the steering
wheel it's the way I feel
In a state to kill I want to watch him die!
Wait and chill
G#m
We got bigger fish to fry, two l's later
In a bed- stuy elevator,
got off the fifth floor
D#
Water hit the skull, ready,
kick the door!
Off the hinges
Bust shots right
G#m
Only thing I saw was a nigga four- four
His gun jammed
He tried to run and, reach for a knife
Shot him in the leg
So think about your life
D#
And tell me where the loot's at
He said, "I'll tell you just
don't shoot black!"
With the sight of fear,
G#m
dragged him down six flight of stairs
To the basement, and in someway,
he had a trap door in the pavement
Smacked him with the gun,
kicked him out the way
D#
Had to be at least 500 k
Now hear come the bitch,
talkin' bout her share of the wealth
So we put her and the hus
Verse 6
And we went for self
D#
For the love of money,
people will rob from each other
G#m
For the love of money,
D#
people will steal from their mother
For the love of money,
people will kill their own brother
Verse 7
G#m
Yo, we fuckin' came off!
Word, the plan was splendid
'cept we got all this money,
and can't even spend it
Yea yea
And be outta this place
So much dirt and shit we did
it's hard to show our face
G#m
So we bounced out of town and went
down to miami
'cause most those cats
we crabbed was like family
D#
Now me and you beefin',
nah it can't be true
D#m
It all started when all we had
G#m
Now a whole different person is what
I'm startin' to see in you
'member when we had the new lex
D#
With the two techs, rollin'' to the duplex,
drinkin' stout
Thinkin' bout, what we gonna do next,
we used to work tight
G#m
Half- assed cars, down to dirt bikes
Hopin everything will go right,
with the snow white
D#
And in number spots that flow all night
Up to this day it was all tight
Man, fuck that!
You my little brother and
we came out the same pussy
G#m
But I'ma kill you, you dummy,
you fucked up my money!
Nah, the money fucked you! up
Tryin' to say the money changed me?
D#
What you think, I'm your brother,
you got a gun in my face see
What?!
How can one tiny mistake,
make you wanna erase me
G#m
Fuck that! you cut a side deal,
that's why they raided the block
Now how the fuck I'm 'sposed
to know the undercover was a cop
Son you been fuckin'
with them niggas!
D#
Look just put down the gun and let
this bullshit slide
Nigga I ain't puttin' down shit
I'm tellin you let's just chill man
Fuck that nigga!
G#m
It don't gotta be this way man
What nigga? it gotta be this way!
It don't gotta be like this man!
It gotta be nigga!
D#
Then go ahead and pull the trigger!
Think I won't? fuck you!
You know you ain't gon' do it!
Fuck you!
G#m
Verse 8
D#
G#m
D#
Chorus cont with don't let
G#m
D#
money change you before fade
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