Key: G minor•
Verse 1
Gm
Ab
Gm
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Gm
Cm
My
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Gm
My hookas my bitches, my batch,
My peppa, my pistols, my straps,
Verse 2
my oozies my choppas my gats
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Gm
Po- po got me twisted how can us
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Ab
When these killas out here snitchin'
bendin' conas fa cova'
I love her
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Gm
On top of that the I the are the s
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Now I'm hidin' from the bounty hunter
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Gm
man I ain't neva' went to jail
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Ab
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Cm
Vallejo didn't raise no powder puff
I'm dumpin' make believers
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Make somebody gon' mind
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Cm
somethin' newspaper readers
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Did he blast first an' ask questions later
a wicked ass earthling
Why did you kidnap that little kid, man
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I wasn't gonna hurt him
Verse 3
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Ab
Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out
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Cm
Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out
Cm
Gm
The highs the speeds the chases,
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the relays the laps the races
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Ab
My stuggle, my hustle, my pain,
my purpose, my vision, my aim
Cm
After
Verse 4
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I found myself in South Dakota
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Ab
All by myself grindin' an'
runnin' the block
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Hustlin' an' slangin' them rocks
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Cm
Perkin' an' listen to pac
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Gm
Greasin' an' cleanin'
my glocks
Sewin' an' stitchin' up cock
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Ab
Scheming an' plottin' my knots
Pajamas an' sock home invasion
an' kickin' locks
gas tyin' 'em up
An' makin' 'em watch
Servin' flour in a drought
I'm in the hot seat anyhow plus
I been done struck out
Cm
Gm
Already it's heavy I'm hurtin'
Cm
Pulled out his lead and aimed it fo' my head
Who got a band- aid
Dm
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Gm
Can't go see a surgeon cause I ain't on medicaid
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Gm
or should I say medical
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Now I been wanted for a little while
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Somebody dropped a dime an ' I
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Ab
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was [phone rings]
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Cm
Gotta
Verse 5
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Gm
git it, gotta git gone,
git on out
Ab
Gm
Gotta git it, gotta git gone,
Gm
Cm
Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out
Ab
Gm
the relays the laps the races
Cm
Ab
My struggle, my hustle, my pain,
Dm
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Gm
my purpose, my vision, my aim
Verse 6
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Ab
grays the hounds the bussies
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Ab
Way out of dodge lost a little weight
but I used to be chubby nigga
Stressin' poppin' pills
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I done count blessings
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Ab
Since I was hills the smithins the slugs
the wessons
Engine block gettin' cracked with some
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Gm
of them 355 them 7's
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Gm
Ya get mopped as far as weapons
stomach wit a number twice
Cm
Ab
Fuckin' around when they
brought me down to be exact
but up in here
Verse 7
Gm
Ab
Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out
Gm
Cm
Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out
Ab
Bb
Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out
Dm
Gm
Cm
Gotta git it. gotta git gone, git on out
Ab
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Ab
the relays the laps the races
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Ab
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My struggle, my hustle, my pain, my purpose, my vis ion, my aim
Outro 1
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