Key: E minor
Intro 1
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Bb
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Verse 1
that's what I said to him
we do the peace sign to 'em
I'm like "fuck what they talking"
F
Am
Stay cool, clutch guns while I'm walking
while I'm sparking
Duce their mom to
Dm
F
Flaming your apartment,
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Dm
Am
top shelf in your closet
which was nonsense
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F
A code of silence,
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Dm
I feel a bitch should know
If you open your mouth
I feel a bitch should go
Am
Hit the quick vote, okay, slit your throat
This the vote, cool, nigga
F
Dm
My fellas, this ain't something
that your bitch should know
Dm
Am
hey, I kick the flow
Dm
Bb
It's hit and go, hit the do', hit the dough
F
Am
Sip some Mo' in the 8- 4, yo,
bitch, lay low
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Dm
Any debts I pay fo', spray fo'
F
Dm
Satisfying the mix with the yayo
F
Dm
And I was locked up on the
Am
8th flo'
Verse 2
Am
Dm
I'm walking out the house
while it's bright and early
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Dm
Just hung up the phone,
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Dm
[?] is ready to serve me
F
Dm
Gotta meet 'em by the dock,
see, I buy the boatload
but my vatos loco
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Dm
When you're me pistols are
rarely needed
With these prices I'm strictly
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Dm
business and I mean it
Seven gram a block,
I'm moving seventy in seven days
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Dm
Got seven distributes in seven
We money mates,
We millionaire thugs making
exchanges in sway lucks
cassettes and drugs
F
Dm
Never ever gunplay, that's for the broke,
F
Dm
Making deals,
spending expensive wheels for thrills
Dm
Am
you gotta pop a pill
copping kilos from boats
Before this,
you know our steelo was strictly cutting [?]
F
Dm
Ex tortion involving bloody
ransom notes
pound cocaine quotes
Verse 3
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Dm
It's a bird bath,
we move a hundred a week
The player price which can never be beat
Not by a nigga on these city streets
Am
Dm
Trying to push a two gram
served by [?]
Prices you never heard,
yeah, my flake is nice
F
Dm
So what I'm young and I keep the caine?
If you come up short that's
a bullet to the brain
Verse 4
Am
Dm
I could break down a brick
Never *snorting noises* even
F
Dm
though I stay around the shit
Am
Dm
From the sound, shit,
the fo' pound found your rib
can drown your kids
Am
F
Dm
Y'all fake hustlers, busters,
I'll cut ya
Dm
Musher when I clutch the bitch boy gutter
Dm
Am
move with every word you utter
Verse 5
Dm
A bird bathtub, you cats will puff herb slaps
F
Am
By 5 pm I've been in
F
Dm
Serving crabs, elevated to birds
celebrated then splurged
More than nine birds,
you saying the right words
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Dm
My sight blurred with teflon light [?]
Dm
Am
Prada shoes, nice shirt
cock back, kill tracks
Dm
F
peel windshields back for that crack
Dm
Am
Dm
Still rap, block niggas feel that, yeah yeah,
Outro 1
feel that
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ChordsDm Bb F Am A
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