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