Kunci: D minor
Verse 1
Am
C
C
Am
Em
introducing the suspects.
Am
DMX,
Ja
C
Rule,
C
Am
Kodaka,
Mike
C
Am
Ge ronimo, my niggas.
C
Am
What's all the noise about?
Have some respect, shut the fuck up.
Drive by, money talking shit,
yo back the truck up.
And niggas don't respect
me, but you fear me
And fear is better than respect,
y 'all niggas hear me
If I smack the shit outta this nigga,
this man over here is like
Yo, what, nigga, what?
And this man is like, psych, yo
Thinkin' from one extreme to the next
And my shit always bounce like
DM to the
X
I can bring it from up here,
enough is enough
Down to hide,
Em
I think it's safe to take off the cuff
slurs and slurs, flip stacks
Take his and hers,
niggas is cursed, I get wild
So don't make me angry,
you ain't like me when I'm angry
I've got a lot of enemies and
they all like to bang me
Hit me when I'm sleepin'
with one eye closed
One guy throws the dough,
left one guy froze, filled with hoes
It's to be a lone child before
they touch this here
It's got ace, cost a year,
let's take it there
Make a million, we spent least
Ice drippin' off the jewels, yeah, they
Jot a one, what, y 'all don't hear me?
Nigga, y 'all remember
CMC, 95
December
Fire women, illegal tender
Such is life,
when I feel like I ain't to be held
Who can hold me?
Hoes try to console me,
wrecking sex, wanna owe me
Damn if I die, slow land,
drugs down, broke and lonely
Like so many who once rode in performance,
job, hit em' precisely
God just don't make too many like me,
inadvertently shittin' on the top 20
Y 'all niggas kill me,
talkin' like y 'all can't be touched
See by the time y 'all realize
I'll be the judge
Touched you up, blazed you up,
your whole staff chucked, nigga
Once again, who thought I gave a fuck?
It's pitiful, everything's political
But I got more rounds now,
so all y 'all can get a few
You know this shit that we be on,
the three on
Must be the money like
Dion that we see on
Player you pop shit, I'd rather pop shell
Twist
L, blow chaps with the rap cartel
Nigga,
One
Nation undergirdle, huh?
L -O -X style, I bring it to your mother
Christ, you get hyped if
you fuck with my brother
You know we run
New
York, so bump the undercover, huh?
Yeah, it's a family affair, you find it rare
My niggas stick together,
and none of us care
We ain't got time for cages,
doin' ages
Thinkin' of my crew,
holdin' my two razors
Lockin' in, lockin' out,
I play the block
Poppin' up, poppin' out, I like the shot
I get the finest clothes,
top of the line guns
Honey sellin' crack, put this pack on your
son
It ain't my fault, I want a vault full of
money
This shit is that real,
I seen a nigga shoot
a honey
Now who's to blame,
when you bleed, ain't
no answer
C
If it ain't a bullet, then
Puff out, till my lungs is gone
And nigga it's a war,
till the guns is gone
Giuliani showed me that
hell's another level
Blessed by law, possessed by the devil
Born in his crime, I was sworn to do
And slayin' you fake thugs
is performin' too
I'ma bleed two -five
till my dyin' day
Sprayin' the
AK till this world decay
If the feds wanna stay,
we gon' make them pay
Cursin' they whole life till they old and gray
In the name of the
Father and the
Holy
Spirit
Will they murder me in hell,
crucify my lyrics
Only time ever tells,
and I know that you feel it
All my niggas in the cell,
Em
Am
young with you in spirit
Nothin' nice, bout a nigga,
when he doin' his bids
Comin' home, to the next man,
raisin' your kids
To my thugs in the bridge,
hold your head
Cause niggas is gon' feel
it till they cold and dead
Runnin' with five niggas,
criminal disguise niggas
The live niggas, pull a
Mack, what, surprise niggas
Holdin' my mic, stiletto light,
and fightin' these waterhead brothers
Niggas splash back, take it light
Slidin' back, room with six teams,
we're mellow
My brother told me, lay back, ain't stuck
We play it mellow,
seein' how I'm the young
Othello
Don't confuse me with
them brothers who lost
Playin' black,
the narrower force of this
Gettin' tossed and cripped,
the broader shit
Em
We ballin', flawlessly
Am
Forever y 'all brothers tried,
but never to touch me
The guard, heated up,
beyond the frequency
Now it's time to put
you niggas under pressure
We form, here I am, if it's on and it's on
If the world was yours,
could you keep it from a nigga like me?
Hold your head, we about to see
Motherfucker
Yeah, usual suspects,
never suspect niggas
Am
Yeah, but what y 'all thought
F
Am
I was doing?
Never that, it's vendetta
Y 'all see
You
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