Key: G# minor
Verse 1
Em
B
Em
Gotta bring it to you cowards
and it's gonna be-
Cowards and it's gonna be sicker
than all the niggas who-
C
Em
Yeah, uh, look
Verse 2
ain't never had shit
R.I.P., I miss my dawgs like Mike Vick
Zombies in that midnight fog,
F
Em
Fall victim to a gun brawl started
over some bitches
Niggas trippin',
gotta grip the biscuit
Jump the fence,
empty all the dishes out your kitchen
Feel the kick, fuck a fair catch, kill
'em, who tryna take the hit?
First take, go to first base,
Stephen A. Smith Wess' on the hip
Talkin' shit like Skip
Or Shannon Sharpe shootin'
off the top of the cliff
Verse 3
Put in my ten thousand hours while
the clock still tick, Zone 6
Five fingers with the suck my dick
Me and Izzy was slap boxin',
nigga bust my lip
Start fighting lil' brother
he on some "what's right" shit
B
Em
Bust a left, feel the pressure
like the bust pipe drip
Blood red, rum sippin',
they ain't cut like this
Verse 4
F
Em
Mama said, "When you fall down
B
Em
stand up get a bandage"
"I ain't got cheeseburger money,
make a sandwich"
"Why you being bad? See,
your Dad'll get ya ass whipped"
Seven cracked head bad kids
in a Caravan
Verse 5
it's on (it wasn't)
It's gon' be so bad
When the girl went off on Precious
(they're gonna protect you)
The girl went off on Precious
and Rosalyn went in
No, Rosalyn said
"Oh, for real,
I'll see you when you get outside" (exactly, exactly)
That's okay, my fault,
my fault (Rosalyn s- , woo)
(Rosalyn said- ) for real?
No, no, no, no, stop, stop, stop, stop,
stop (look, uh)
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Verse 6
a nigga like me
Metaphysical things seen in dreams,
what you believe?
You bleed, I bleed, and draw blood
F
Em
I'm a fucking artiste, Artest, with the gun
I can give my world peace,
give your world ether
Big dick or grief, I can give your girl either
She could be the, could be the
collapse of a kingdom
B
Em
Remind me to keep receipts, y'all shit weak
to your broke speakers
Niggas breakin' they back tryna promote
I walk through the door
God flow, I don't walk on the floor
God knows y'all hoes,
y'all shows ain't packin' the door
Crack in the floor,
C
Em
I'on even know nig gas rappin' no more
Verse 7
F
Em
I am my shooter
Minding my business, I am not you
Runnin' my city, I am my shooter
F
Em
I am not you
Runnin' my city, I am my shooter
Minding my business, I am not you
Runnin' my city, I am my shooter
Minding my business, how about you?
Verse 8
Rachel and Carl, Izzy, Precious, Destin
Strong seven kids, different blessings
his school in New Orleans
On the football shit,
but in class he on the smart shit (hey)
Black man using his mind,
it's a target on your forehead
Gotta stay on point like a marksman
Make a mark,
leave a footprint before marching
B
Em
Bro graduating so we heading to the blue
state (yeah)
Fam celebratin' granny
cookin' up a few cakes
Yeah, gown on with the cap
like a toupee
Handed a diploma, all the room say,
"Hooray"
Hooray, today, catch a bouquet
I got some new Jays and a fade,
we hit the section with the football team
And a couple other professionals
It sound cool,
B
Em
but really this a confessional
Said they got to hittin' with some women
and they 'bout to get kicked out
They ain't even tell us
Em
B
All I really seen from the big VIP couch
Em
B
Was a nigga swing and hit my
sister right in the mouth
B
Em
that way we couldn't get out
But fuck that, the whole team bust
it's like ten against twenty- three
I was seventeen swinging
on any and everything
Bing bing, seen my brother doin'
buddy like a boxin' ring
So beautiful,
beatin' ass was like a family thing
Fightin' together made us tighter in spite of
how we would argue and scream
And now we brawling right outside
of a party in New Orleans
And all the people start police calling
Pack us inside of a patty wagon,
Em
B
Lo and behold they held us in the holding
got the same mind frame?
We like a gang,
mom and pop would probably be proud and ashamed
Pound for pound my sister Precious
never lost a fade
C
Em
Got up of the ground and she said she
could hear my father saying
Verse 9
"I ain't got cheeseburger money,
make a sandwich"
"Why you being bad? See,
your Dad'll get ya ass whipped"
Seven cracked head bad kids
in a Caravan
Verse 10
What happened? What
He came in the club
I go in the bathroom open the door
F
Em
And I said "B? You ain't gotta day say all that,
B
F
it ain't that serious"
it's that serious because you were in the bathroom"
Ra said, "Okay B,
Em
C
Time she opened the door,
She opened the door and Rosalyn hit her
Em
B
(and proceed to- )j
Em
B
And you know what?
How did you like the song?
TunerE A D G B E
ChordsEm B C F
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