Byron G chords by Domo Genesis, Step Brothers, The Whooliganz
Intro 1
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Byron G!
Verse 1
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I give a fuck who's who
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I chef the same when I'm preparing it
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From bad kid to semi- rich
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middle- aged American
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Rooted in my heritage,
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wounded for the derelicts
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The root of every evil is the truth
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of all appearances
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I crack the sound but the beat
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is still a barrier
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And every fucking inch of every
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street around this area
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The Venice carry us up like dough rises
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Rap transit all city, no license
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The city is beneath,
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I watch it from a bird's eye
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Brain dead, two left,
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they shot me in my third eye
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Shot out my eye like ? on
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a Christmas day
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Reach for pistols as I watch
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the fuckin' Pistons play
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I set the tone with the writings
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on the wall
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The city cleans it up like we inviting
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'em all
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Evolution's all messed up now,
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chop the middleman
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Stab the messenger, not the literal
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I ran without a cause and was
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the best before I knew shit
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Before I took a cruise ship,
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before I been to Houston
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I ain't tying up loose
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ends I let 'em waiver
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Pulling out these lavers an
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d pounding out the pavement
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Gone
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I'm the lyrical gangsta
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Verse 2
I be a young motherfucker
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of the rap camp
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Style symbolizes my nastiness like
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a tramp stamp
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Wamp wamp, where it's at
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Fear fact, just let them legends
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die and I'll inherit that
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I'm fit for the carry, weight of
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the world I carry on my back
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With a fairer sack,
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inquisitions to the mirror
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Exactly what niggas fearing,
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see the future in it's clearest
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It is I, Doms,
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dropping lyrical pipe bombs
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Until an icon, I choke your life like a python
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I'm who the children look up, probably
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got 'em doing kush up s
Super high,
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call me Superfly, bitch I'm Jimmy Snuka
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Got you feeling like you took a hit of heroin
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And that's for veterans,
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the way I bury 'em, embarrassing
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You know better than puttin'
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that fire near the kerosine
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I said don't make me tell again like kids
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with speech impediments
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They can't see where
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my head is, I'm ahead
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Roll the credits, roll the medics
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Getting high till I feel I'm
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copacetic
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I'm the lyrical gangsta
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Verse 3
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Yo I've been trying to keep it silent,
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my tendency to violence
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The suit and tie be fading,
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the truth about the shining
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The sliding through the masses,
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smiling eyes through glasses
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My style been altercated all the
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while to pile my cash in
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But fuck that though,
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I want a ho that stay up late
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My dirty bottom bitch to fuck
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with me until the wake
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Mad illegal C.R.E.A.M, ain't no rules,
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that's the dream
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In regal swimming pools prepping tools
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for future schemes
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Laying low and creeping it,
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selling dope and sleeping it
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Wrap the dough up in a rope,
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keep in what I'm sleeping in
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Mattress fettucini, life's a flick
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and I'm Fellini
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Pinky diamond rings above
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the rims of ice martinis
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Trees throughout the day,
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hour focused in a haze
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We living life the most,
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been comatosed all the way
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The toast to hell that may,
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cause making bread legit's too real
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So I'm folding on the stress of life to steal
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to catch a meal
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I'm the lyrical gangsta
Outro 1
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Byron G
Domo Genesis, Step Brothers, The Whooliganz
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