Kunci: C minor•
Verse 1
Ab
V- Town in the motherfucker,
Fm
situation dirty and shit
Killa, yeah
Today's out to be recognized
Verse 1
Ab
I got that nigga for about
Bb
4 zones, had to get dirty though
Cm
Ab
Left him in his driveway soakin
Cm
Ab
Couldn't keep it no mo' that
Bb
motherfucker was filthy
Fm
Bb
Mo' bodies done been in that trunk
Bbm
Bb
Than in the cemetery and the mortuary
Fm
Cm
Ab
Had a bullethole by the gas tank,
F
Fm
Ab
Drig the bitch for 18 but spent
Fm
300 last year on some dank
Cm
Ab
Shot to my brothers house
Bb
and got them niggaz high
It was the Man Klan, 3 Deep,
Bbm
Fm
We was off that chocolate thai
Ab
And all that time that 187 was
Fm
Bb
Shot the man in cold blood
Ab
And I knew his momma saw the drive- by
Fm
Cm
Ab
Design, and there ain't
no tv until you see me
Bb
Ab
On Americas Most Wanted fucked up
gettin snatched out my teepee
Fm
Cm
Ab
Nigga we in the back of the
Cm
69 Cut', and it's so foggy
Fm
Cm
Ab
Paranoia done got me on my strap
and I'm a fiend for raw meat
Fm
Cm
Ab
They say all niggaz talk about
is murderin and gettin high
Bb
Ab
But situation gettin filty and
I gots ta have mine
Ab
Bb
With me it's like American Express,
Eb
Cm
I don't leave home without my
Ab
Smith- n- Wesson bulletproof vest
Fm
I done dug myself a hole,
Ab
Bb
now I'm trying to climb back out
Gm
Bb
Fm
Eb
Ab
Fm
Cm
Ab
Bb
Ya fuck with the wrong
Fm
Cm
Ab
nigga,
Fm
Ab
Bb
Ab
I wish my brother was out
Verse 2
Fm
Cm
Ab
Now it started back in SouthSide sack,
Eb
Cm
Drinkin' inches of the Old E,
Ab
hittin chronic ever so often
Fm
Often in an other world trippin',
Cm
Ab
Bb
while he was on another room stickin
Cm
My click think sick I got that
Ab
12 gauge pump started trippin
Fm
Cm
Kick the door open,
Ab
Bb
blood stains cops came
Ab
Quietly I had to remaintain thang,
same thang
Fm
Cm
My love don't fit you,
Ab
Bb
I got that US military issue
Had to plant one in your brain,
Cm
Ab
Cm
get away, if a cop plead insane
Fm
Cm
Ab
A couple of down ass top
Cm
Fm
notches I used to know, had a spot
Bb
Ab
I was good for 4 days off yack
Fm
and chronic and makin' a plot
Cm
Ab
Cause murder was the case,
Took his life,
Ab
Fm
left his brains all over the pillow case
Ab
What would you be thinkin of when
your momma's yelling STOP!
Cm
Fm
Bb
Ab
My first thought was cut him in half
and drag the other half to his
Stash
Fm
Cm
Ab
They say all niggaz talk about is
Bb
murderin and gettin high but
Situation
Ab
Real filthy and I got ta get mine
Fm
Chorus
Cm
Ab
Bb
With me it's like American Express,
I don't leave home without my
Ab
Smith- n- Wesson Bulletproof vest,
Fm
Cm
I done dug myself a hole,
Ab
Bb
now I'm trying to climb back out
Cm
Ab
Fm
Cm
Ab
Bb
Cm
Ya fuck with the wrong nigga, I wish my brother was out
Outro 1
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Ab
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Ab
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