Key: Gb major
Verse 1
C#aug
A
Em
The sky gon' get dark,
streets gon' clutter
Weak -ass niggas out there gon' suffer
Vets gon' quit, it's gettin' hectic
This shit got deep, right about the time
When the years get to beat,
that's when my shit hit the street
Shit gon' shake up,
squads gon' break up
A
Em
A
Em
Everybody gon' see
A
Em
a chance to eat
B
Em
and chance to street
B
Em
You know they gon' advance police
Matter of time that they shackle me
from hands to feet
Cause I gave the jail system
a chance to speak
You know the cops wanna trap me up
A
Em
A
Em
That be tough, he gon' back me up
R -O -C -P, come on nigga, back me up
Aye yo, Mimpz the Young God,
boss of this gang
Got my part like I does my thang
Don't mistake me, I tote them thangs
Glock bow, pop bow, knocks on things
Whole squad here, you know my clique
Batiste, nice thing, you know my bitch
YB, truck, you know my whip
Cop that, rock that, pop that shit
Y 'all niggas talk about, ain't really got me
I think, dawg, you not really hot
The hood, I be, I stay in the drop
My hood, yo hood, I don't lock any block
East to west coast, Chi -town, baby
I come through, it's my town, baby
H -T -L -I -L, what up, my baby?
Bm
Em
D
Hit that, dit that, bye -bye, baby
Young Hov Bout to tear this
motherfucker down
rappin' on the bullshit,
man I need some real music
So when we count to three and shit
You gotta drop some real shit
One, two, three, let's go!
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsC#aug A Em B Bm...
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