Key: D minor•
Intro 1
Dm
Am
Dm
Verse 1
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Every since 92,
Dm
motherfuckers been going against the grain
Tattletaling,
really fucking themselves up in the game
Am
Dm
Frontin' off deep to a
n***a for a jank move
So you can roam free through
the streets in a drop coupe
If you only knew the consequences
n****s pay
You choose to snitch and
you gon' die up in the
P .A.
Pay attention cause what I'm about to
mention ain't even a lie
Dm
Am
by to take your life
a done piece
Because your boy's so -called
homie works with the police
Then told the chief everything
you n****s ever did
And didn't think twice about
your wife and the kids
This fool
DeJeffa got your wife and your folks too
Got a new identity and
that ain't even cool
Why you stuck in this fucked case, man?
All because that motherfucker
went against the grain
You know what's up, you know the game
I can't believe motherfuckers
going against the grain
They came up and made some fatty, man
Now what?
You tell him, tell him straight,
turn them motherfuckers in
You know what's up, you know the game
I can't believe motherfuckers
going against the grain
They came up and made some fatty, man
Now what?
Tattletail is straight,
turn him up the fuckin'
It's 93, shit done kinda cooled down
But it's a drought,
and niggas shaky in the town
Am
Dm
And uh, ain't nobody up
on spots like up in the cut
Cause the boys done told
So the fools gettin' got
decent for them half hoes
It really ain't no funk though,
and that's for sure
outsmart the po -poes
down up in the peak
Till niggas up in the hood was back good,
but they deep
Niggas strugglin',
puttin' it down on the turf
As long as mail was involved, shit,
I'm gon' keep clockin' it
Cause I'm entitled to maintain
No matter what the situation is,
I'll never go against the grain
You know what's up, you know the game
I can't believe motherfuckers
goin' against the grain
They came up and made some fatty, man
Now what?
You tell it, tell it straight,
I can't believe motherfuckers
goin' to
Instagram
They came up and made some fatty, man
Now what?
You tell it, tell it straight,
Now it's 1996, a lot of busters
That bow down like a bitch up in the shit
Fools you never thought would snitch,
then put it on the line
Just to sneak past that
Accept the consequences, fool,
don't give up no names
F
C
Dm
Cause the game don't
last and it never will
Cause bitch -ass niggas from
the hood wanna tattle -tale
Am
The
C
Gm
Dm
PC program can't protect you,
marks forever
You should've kept it real and
had your shit together
Never burn the bridge you gotta
cross back over on
Cause in the process,
you can catch two to the dome
It seems like all the real niggas gone
That's why I'm spittin' on this
motherfuckin' microphone
And uh, don't put yo faith in no one
if they ain't from above
Cause if you slip, then you lose,
ain't no fuckin love
You know what's up, you know the gaaain
I can't believe motherfuckers
goin against the grain
They came up and made some fatty mane
Now uh,
Pat
Am
O 'Tellin, straight turnin muthafuckaz in
I can't believe motherfuckers
goin against the grain
They came up and made some fatty mane
Now uh,
Pat
O 'Tellin, straight turnin muthafuckaz in
You know what's up, you know the game
I can't believe motherfuckers
going against the grain
They came up and made some fatty man
Now what, you tell em, tell em straight
Am
Dm
Turn them motherfuckers in
You know what's up, you know the game
I can't believe motherfuckers
going against the grain
They came up and made some fatty man
Now what, you tell em, em straight
Turn them motherfuckers in
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsDm Am C F Gm
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