Key: E major•
Verse 1
Bm
Am
G
E
Yeah, Dipset (let's do it)
Am
E
Bm
Uh, c'mon (yeah)
Am
Bm
Uh, fuck with your boy (yeah)
B
E
Am
Killa, Jim, Freekey (uh)
Am
C'mon
Verse 2
Am
Bm
got the boo- lay up in the suitcase
Go uptown to Harlem,
tell 'em that I sent ya
Tell 'em it's August,
Am
Bm
I'm gone 'til November (yeah)
E
Bm
have 'em sent up (of course)
Call my bird, get my broad have
Am
Bm
her sent up (please)
Call my niggaz, call my squad,
have 'em sent up (please, yeah)
B
E
I see a town I'm likin'
E
B
in a town I like it (yeah)
Bm
B
Am
I run up on 'em with the
pound and light it
B
Bm
Like, "It's my block now,
Am
G
Bm
all right kid?" (Whoa)
G
E
Then that thing banged out and rang out
Am
Bm
the side of his right ear (woo)
Am
E
And I got back to my business (uh- huh), back
Back to the kitchen,
that Pyrex vision (yeah)
Am
Bm
Pop, I let that white stuff sit in
E
Bm
Get hard, get rock,
E
Bm
get to the block and pitchin' (what?)
Am
E
Yeah, I'm sorry but this is how I'm livin
Verse 3
it we goin' in, hey
wall, in the zone
Hand on my handles
E
Bm
Listenin' to gangsta music, ayy
B
E
I stood at home hand on a chrome,
with a zone
E
Bm
it (yeah, say it with me)
G
E
From a thick chick in sandals
Watchin' Shaft, clockin' math
Verse 4
the corner
niggas die? Nope
It's the city where the skinny niggas ride,
E
G
yeah
E
Bm
twistin' when they drive, yeah
Am
Bm
Lick a shot for Big Pop an d 'Pac, yeah
One more for Shyne locked inside, yeah
Two more for Cam,
Am
E
Bm
for takin' over the Roc
B
E
Yeah, yeah, it's my year
Bm
Am
G
Bm
Am
So, okay, okay, okay, y'all can't fuck with me,
G
Bm
no way (what?)
Am
G
Jose or Hector Camacho (never)
I should y'all before, ayy
Verse 5
Bm
Am
I stood alone watchin' the wall,
in the zone
B
E
B
Listenin' to gangsta music, ayy
Bm
Am
I stood at home hand on a chrome,
with a zone
Watchin' how the gangstas do it
(yeah, say it with me)
I stood alone, gettin' dome
Am
Bm
From a thick chick in sandals
B
E
B
Watchin' Shaft, clockin' math
Verse 6
Am
E
Bm
I'm with you Santana
E
Bm
Let's do it one time
Dipset bitch
Am
G
You know you can't
Killa, Killa, Killa
Verse 7
lookin' for a bust down
You stay in touch now (okay), but
A
Bm
when I touch down
E
B
I'm like Buckshot, shorty, Duck Down
B
E
I'm from Harlem, uptown
E
Bm
take your bitch and ask you, "What now?"
Birds flip a dozen,
E
Bm
chicks is dicks they suckin'
Swallow my kids,
E
Bm
go and kiss they cousin (for real)
E
Bm
Toya's kissin' Muffin
G
Bm
they husband (shit's foul)
Am
G
Keep the chickens cluckin',
E
Bm
and pink diamonds
B
E
Where I get the money for this? Don't
B
Bm
think rhymin' (not at all)
Bm
E
Bravo, Mario Via Bolo, ho, Ta- to
Verse 8
the wall,
E
Bm
Listenin' to gangsta music, ayy
with a zone
Am
E
Bm
Listenin' to gangsta music, ayy
Outro 1
E
Bm
E
Bm
E
B
Bm
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