Big Shot Dead chords by Gravediggaz
Verse 1
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Check it out... check it out.
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Yo. yo... yo
Verse 2
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Little Johnny Walker Red, 2 to the head
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Big shot, slingin' crack and rocks,
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found dead
Some say it was the cops
Mothers said it was our brothers
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on the block
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Verse 3
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Yo, makin' stacks of cash money,
feel the drama drop
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CREAM of the crop, I keep it hot
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Feel the rhyme in it, dominant,
fake ass talkin'
Muthafuckas fuck the wine,
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get ya mind open
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So he wanna sail with the six pack?
Cork his thought, shit to muzzle,
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chase a trouble, pass, guzzle
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It's lookin' bad,
sellin' every fuckin' thing that he had
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Osirus, weak ass computer virus
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The vintage fighter, Johnny United
Claim to be the finest heavyweight,
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walkin' Empire State
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Livin' lavish, but in exaggerate of lust
Funds way to the tongues,
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no excuse for bigger guns
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Rendevous makin' moves,
the physical endevour
Hypin' fright, kill and excite,
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my P. defender
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Rended you in comp,
like a hundred niggaz when they stomp
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Muthafuckas get stomped,
Interlude 1
what?
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Verse 4
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Yo, watch when brothers get ill,
I knew that
Pain and repurcuss',
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bust, bust, no discuss
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Rush in position to blaze,
stard bustin'
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Circumstance put you in a panic,
hold ya cannon
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Fox 5, got ya hangin' from the
wire
Where the debris trunks,
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pieces of lead heat up ya body
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In six to avenge what it is,
when a brother gets shell shocked
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Figure enemies paradox
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The tense, relentless,
never end this
The scandal was assault
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and bust the vault
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Brothers that fought, at ease
Crash the 'ment,
just to free up butts
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Lookin' forward and to livin' it up
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Five six deep,
followin' Jeeps and ordernents
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Weapon supply, fugitive spies,
subordinants
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Smoke screen,
three brothers done lost their lives
From the team, while gettin' get caught up in the
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government scheme
Interlude 2
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Verse 5
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Yo, brace the armor,
face the cap slugs in your back
We escape,
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through the labryinth, hope
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Battle is skilled decision, act of precision
The coke was depth bein'
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the only one left
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Couldn't divide the rules
skated with the jewels
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Lay low with pesos, chronic and blow
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Add a couple stunts,
and his trail got cold
Headed straight for the block
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when he drove his Rolls
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Seen and heard, yo, word,
give me the four
Point blank at the tank,
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empty clip at the dour
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Slow your roll,
the pain was too immense to run
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Knew that his time would come,
top issue
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Branded by a government official
The boys in blue,
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Paparazzi circled the block
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Rounded up six cats whose
phones were tapped
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Still frontin', nobody knew nothin',
Outro 1
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Big Shot Dead
Gravediggaz
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