Key: D minor•
Verse 1
All I wanted was the fame and the money
All I wanted was the cars
Verse 2
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Don't stop till you get a million dollars
Nope! Don't stop till you
get a zillion dollars
Hidin' ya money under floor
Don't trust ya whore,
screenin' ya cause
but ain't cool no more
Now you gon' to war,
Lawyers jerkin' you, you
can't trust ya fam
Neva picture ya self on the
I.V. because of liquor
Dreamin' of ya funeral,
Now you being fed through a tube,
Kings die, thrones rust,
skeleton bones turn to dust
Now you get stuck,
your family is fucked
That's what happens when guns buss
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Interlude 1
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Verse 3
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[Chorus: x2]
G's recognize G's
Shootouts in the rain cause
Why my nephew had to
die? Eye for an eye
Niggas just shoot
If he go they put his riches in
the auction (Damn!)
Luck, teardrops and pain,
The bullets and a kiss
A buncha Brooklyn kids cried that day
Listen to the vision Martin had
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Shots in the flag, David rocks in his bag
We love money, buss slugs for money
Soon, all in tuned
That's what will be required from this country,
Outro 1
doom!
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsDm Bb
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Capo: 5
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