Key: G minor
Verse 1
Bm
D
Bm
Sit in the chair, yeah,
D
Bm
D
yeah
Bm
Em
Uh- huh, yeah
G
F#
Sit my alligator jacket on the flo'
Let that xxxx crawl
around, whattup game?
Bm
F#m
Bm
How are you my nigga?
D
Let's get this money, you heard? money in zip duffle bags,
shotgun shells
D
Bm
niggaz couldn't see 'em with gazelles
bullets like terrell
he leakin like a project sink
Bm
D
Bm
Busted open like a hot dog link
I did my xxxxxx prison thing
Bm
Came out still on point, like the rza rings
inkpen live in queens
Bm
D
Rep the dub like wu- tang,
Got a million dollars say lebron
don't win a ring (word?)
"kobe! "
Bm
D
I got a (cuban link) to a xxxxxx o.g.
what the xxxxx tryna blow me? (back up)
D
This the face off (respect the don) diamonds
A
Bm
where you from?) californ'
Em
G
(Big sharks) me too (swimmin in a pile of ones)yeah nigga,
F#
C#m
A
Bm
tomorrow man
F#m
Goin to take you to go buy some 18- kar
F#
Bm
D
In the bronxthis the face off (respect the dons,
Bm
D
warm)
(Who you be?) raekwon, who
A
Bm
is you? (amaz- on)
Em
I'm a keep it (compton) staten ('til the day
G
F#
C#m
is done)geah, frontin on us nigga, it's like
A
Bm
It's like racin a nigga in afghanistan
F#m
Bm
to go get some oil nigga
D
You gon' xxxx around and get your head burnti'm a new york dinosaur,
staten island artifact
Bm
D
Hip- hop's never dead,
Sneeze wrong, course I'm clappin
Spit in your face,
D
Bm
go 'head lil' baby rappers
stat- land
cliques'll die right with traction
two gunny's
Bm
D
Slammers is extra chunky, yeah,
Blow your head off like lunch meat
Bm
D
Take over the world little girl,
better stay out our brunch meetin
Bm
D
Fuck with they paper their gun squeezin
Bm
F#
Off top, leak from the cop, them nigga jumped,
G
Em
G
F#
this is front seasonyo, man yo game man
A
Bm
Let these niggaz know man f'real man
Bm
They wan' be readin our autobiographies in a minute,
F#
Bm
D
ya heard? (yo what if I was from compton?) what if I was from staten?
Bm
D
I'd be king kong knockin down the buildings in
Bm
D
manhattan
(Gorilla warfare) shootouts, real
block shit
some real 2pac shit
after a glock spit
Bm
D
Game get the blood money,
cause this a new year
either bigfoot or the game been through here
with a dome shot
Bm
D
Come through your hood in a chevy malibu,
on stocks
and xxxx gon' pop
Bm
D
Fitted caps gettin peeled like
the chrome on the wheels
Bm
D
Got a half a mil', sing
your wounds won't heal
Bm
F#
G
Bm
I declare war, nigga who gon' deal? yeah,
D
A
Bm
y'all know what time it is man
D
Bm
D
"Bulletproof diary" nigga, for real
A
Bm
Many may read this man
G
you heard?
Bm
F#m
All them real general niggaz man
out there man
Don't get no rest or none of that
Bm
D
Bm
D
The chef nigga, game whattup baby?
D
Bm
we go all over the xxxxxx world man
D
Bm
Get a lot of bread man, word up,
hun'ned my nigga
D
Bm
We take you to boca chica or some'n man,
D
Bm
knahmsayin?
D
Bm
Sip on some motherfuckin, don julio or some'n,
y'knahmsayin?
With two foul rings on,
D
Bm
y'knahmsayin?
D
Bm
D
Couple of mean guatemalians with us
Half guatemala,
Niggaz ain't seen them colors man
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