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Verse 1
Bm
Am
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Uh (uh) yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
Know what it sound like
Heard (uh- huh, uh)
C
Am
Don't be scared
now niggas
(Round here, round here)
Bm
C5
We know you scared now
C
Am
Marcy House (let's go, Just Blaze)
Verse 2
C5
know, how I do it round here
C
Am
And I'm out eight in a morn',
dawg Glock two around here
Bm
What chu move around here,
C5
C
Am
and you know I keep my tool around here
My niggas act a fool around here, yeah
Bm
C
My hood, my set, my strip,
We down, we real, we bang forever
Bm
Put in game down here,
C5
C
make change down here
Am
Cause I serve them fiends,
Bm
that raw 'caine down here, yeah
C5
C
And I done made my way, round here
I twist them like haze round here
Bm
Been +M.A.D.E.+ down here,
them niggas know I lay down here
C
and I done aired down there
Am
If the streets was bigger I'd
park a Lear around here
Bm
C
Round here... and I'm still
Yeah, my hat leanin,
and I'm livin wit no fears
Verse 3
Bm
C
Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
on them things round here
Bm
C5
C
Yeah, round here, yeah,
We blowin dro, gettin low round here,
Bm
yeah
C
Am
Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We ridin clean,
on them things round here
Bm
C
Yeah, round here,
Am
yeah, round here, yeah
Verse 4
We blowin dro, gettin low round here, yeah
Bm
C5
C
It's hot as hell, but it snows down here
Am
You get a box of blow for
no mo' then 24 down here
Am
If you corner who you know you can
get it for the low down here
Bm
From - nickels to birds,
C
you can get it flipped and served
Am
For talkin too much, be for certain,
C
Am
You can buy it, from the cops down here
You know who sweat it down here,
bitch it's so Crip round here
Bm
So many bitches out there,
snitchin round here
Am
That's why every summer,
Bm
bitches be missin round here
I roll wit - straight killers, thug niggas,
and drug dealers
And if they ridin wit me,
Am
Bm
best believe them my niggas
C
As for you bitches, forget about it
Am
See the head was tremendous,
but this dick - is strickly business
Bm
C
I'll be thuggin forever,
Am
see I'mma fighter, not a lover
I'm a hit- and- run- it, cold- blooded,
C
But the hoes, they don't care down here
Am
They be - suckin and fuckin
all year down here
Bm
C
They be heavy on the pill, down here
Am
Got mo' than that what the motherfuckin meal down
Interlude 1
here
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W (T.I. ad- libs)
Verse 5
Bm
Oh
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Am
Bm
yeah,
C
Am
Bm
I
C
know you prolly never known, round here
Am
It get hotter then the body,
get the wrong idea
Bm
It's just Caprice's, and Impala's sittin
Brawls and ballin,
Am
ain't all that's goin on round here
Bm
Young killers tote pistols,
C
like they grown down here
Am
Them young niggas similar to King Kong,
round here
Bm
A pocket full of stones,
C
would get you on down here
Am
So dope boy, keep ya drops
like the song round here
Bm
Hey it ain't safe for the fakes
Am
C
to walk alone round here
Am
Hey, the hell what we know if
Bm
you ain't know round here
You say the wrong thang,
C
will get ya back blown round here
Bm
The gangsta's rep they hood, by
the zone round here
Get a hole in ya dome,
look like 10 down here
Bm
I'm where it ends and begins for us rappers
C
Am
Bm
round here
C
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Bm
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Am
Bm
Money, hoes, cars,
C
Am
Bm
dro's is all that
C
Am
matters down here
Outro 1
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