Kunci: D# minor
Verse 1
Am
SICK OF EQUIPPED EQUIVALENT
TO GANGSTER SHIT
AND WOULD A G22 HIT FOR REAL
I DON'T MISS WE AIN'T
GONNA KNOCK OFF HEADS
AS THEY CHOPPIN' THOSE SIDEMASKS
WE DIPPIN' IN POPPIN' CLIPS
AND THEN SPEAKIN' IN ALL LANGUAGES
INSTEAD WE BREAK BREAD WITH OUR OWN
AND BREAK BONES GRUNTY
WOE COPPLE NARROWS
WHERE THE REAL GET SHOWN
The fake get shaped, you break
so read the back of my dome
Dm
Am
I riddle your soul,
and answer with a murderous tone
You hit a dick like a brain splatter,
gray matter
Shots scattered, they're ready to leave
you leaking with a shredded bladder
I enter the scene,
tailor a fit up inside of a dream
With sharpshoot I'm barracuda,
make em shiver they spleen
Hit em harder than a blitz,
with 30 rounds in my glitz
Participants in the grip,
cause I'm an anti -buddy killer
Disfigure your whole squad,
even against all odds
Then the gun get tossed,
I'm like Ryders in my set
Ballas in my clit, weenies talkin' shit,
but that ain't with the business
Hoes turnin' tricks,
hustlers clockin' grit
Homie, around my way,
they call it Southern County Sickness
Ballas in my clit, weenies talkin' shit,
but that ain't with the business
Hoes turnin' tricks,
hustlers clockin' grit
Homie, around my way,
they call it Southern County Sickness
Now listen to my edition,
what snitches, they come up missin'
Cause my real G's gotta provide
to make a livin'
Nothin' is givin' up in the land
of precipitated decisions
So homie, check bang,
don't go headin' for the fatal collision
I pull it out and let my cannibal
pump faster than a Chevy
Pissin', homie,
my full clip ain't missin'
Now watch how we do it,
bangin' and stay true
Catch the chain up, stay on,
stay ridin' with the Charney Rofus
Reppin' out the track in my
brand new Nikes
Kickin' up dust, fool,
you get stabbed in a gang fight
Sucker, you don't really
wanna play with the toys
Man, fuck around and make the
Southside Charney roll
Army deployed,
concealed the chrome
cannibal next to my groin
Got more skills than Achilles
in the movie Troy
Dm
Am
I'll make your body flop on the
concrete like a dead fish
Just like Charles Bronson did in Death Wish,
sucka
Bottles in my set, bottles in my clit
Weenies talkin' shit,
Dm
Am
but that ain't with the business
Hoes turnin' tricks,
hustlers clockin' grit
Hold me around my way,
they call it Southern County sickness
Bottles in my set, bottles in my clit
Weenies talkin' shit,
but that ain't with the business
Hoes turnin' tricks,
hustlers clockin' grit
Hold me around my way,
they call it something,
Cali sick beats me,
it's all the shit shit you're given by L .A. Signs,
multiple moves,
from platoons
that could shatter your life
You withered your stripes,
stomping in my old white knife
Slice a Bible of the feelings
that could wither your wife
You withered your life,
or the price that we were destined to ride
Say I'm drunk and I'm high,
Dm
within the bleak of an eye
Am
I just caught crack on your spine,
surely won't hold mine
With that stroke near,
saw the Cali homicide
Dm
Am
Do or die when I ride
and I'm high for split
It's similar to an AK clip I'm about to rip
You motherfuckers know who it is
I don't need a neck doll
feature to get rich
It's Lil Minor on some B
-town gangsta shit
Lookin' so fly when I ride by
Dm
Am
I'm a gangsta pimp
Chino Grani on my side with
a gangsta limp
Equipped with a toothpick and a gangsta
Dm
Am
Dm
bitch
Am
Thanks
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