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