Key: G minor•
Verse 1
Gm
Bb
Gm
Sit in the chair, yeah,
Bb
Gm
Bb
yeah
Gm
Cm
Uh- huh, yeah
Eb
D
Sit my alligator jacket on the flo'
Let that xxxx crawl
around, whattup game?
Gm
Dm
Gm
How are you my nigga?
Bb
Let's get this money, you heard? money in zip duffle bags,
shotgun shells
Bb
Gm
niggaz couldn't see 'em with gazelles
Bb
Frontin xxx niggaz, go hang with pharrell
bullets like terrell
he leakin like a project sink
Gm
Bb
Gm
Busted open like a hot dog link
I did my xxxxxx prison thing
Gm
Came out still on point, like the rza rings
inkpen live in queens
Gm
Bb
Rep the dub like wu- tang,
Got a million dollars say lebron
don't win a ring (word?)
"kobe! "
Gm
Bb
I got a (cuban link) to a xxxxxx o.g.
what the xxxxx tryna blow me? (back up)
Bb
This the face off (respect the don) diamonds
F
Gm
where you from?) californ'
Cm
Eb
(Big sharks) me too (swimmin in a pile of ones)yeah nigga,
D
Am
F
Gm
tomorrow man
D
Gm
Bb
In the bronxthis the face off (respect the dons,
Bb
Son where you be? (under palm trees stayin
Gm
Bb
warm)
(Who you be?) raekwon, who
F
Gm
is you? (amaz- on)
Cm
I'm a keep it (compton) staten ('til the day
Eb
D
Am
is done)geah, frontin on us nigga, it's like
F
Gm
It's like racin a nigga in afghanistan
Dm
Gm
to go get some oil nigga
Bb
You gon' xxxx around and get your head burnti'm a new york dinosaur,
staten island artifact
Gm
Bb
Hip- hop's never dead,
Sneeze wrong, course I'm clappin
Spit in your face,
Bb
Gm
go 'head lil' baby rappers
stat- land
cliques'll die right with traction
two gunny's
Gm
Bb
Slammers is extra chunky, yeah,
Blow your head off like lunch meat
Gm
Bb
Take over the world little girl,
better stay out our brunch meetin
Gm
Bb
Fuck with they paper their gun squeezin
Gm
D
Off top, leak from the cop, them nigga jumped,
Eb
Cm
Eb
D
this is front seasonyo, man yo game man
F
Gm
Let these niggaz know man f'real man
Gm
They wan' be readin our autobiographies in a minute,
D
Gm
Bb
ya heard? (yo what if I was from compton?) what if I was from staten?
Gm
Bb
I'd be king kong knockin down the buildings in
Gm
Bb
manhattan
(Gorilla warfare) shootouts, real
block shit
some real 2pac shit
after a glock spit
Gm
Bb
Game get the blood money,
cause this a new year
either bigfoot or the game been through here
with a dome shot
Gm
Bb
Come through your hood in a chevy malibu,
on stocks
and xxxx gon' pop
Gm
Bb
Fitted caps gettin peeled like
the chrome on the wheels
Gm
Bb
Got a half a mil', sing
your wounds won't heal
Gm
D
Eb
Gm
I declare war, nigga who gon' deal? yeah,
Bb
F
Gm
y'all know what time it is man
Bb
Gm
Bb
"Bulletproof diary" nigga, for real
F
Gm
Many may read this man
Eb
you heard?
Gm
Dm
All them real general niggaz man
out there man
Don't get no rest or none of that
Gm
Bb
Gm
Bb
The chef nigga, game whattup baby?
Bb
Gm
we go all over the xxxxxx world man
Bb
Gm
Get a lot of bread man, word up,
hun'ned my nigga
Bb
Gm
We take you to boca chica or some'n man,
Bb
Gm
knahmsayin?
Bb
Gm
Sip on some motherfuckin, don julio or some'n,
y'knahmsayin?
With two foul rings on,
Bb
Gm
y'knahmsayin?
Bb
Gm
Bb
Couple of mean guatemalians with us
Half guatemala,
Niggaz ain't seen them colors man
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TunerE A D G B E
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