Key: B minor
Verse 1
Dm
Am
Dm
These niggas keep bumpin' all around the world,
ha -ha, bumpin'
Em
Dm
These niggas keep bumpin' all
G#
Dm
around the world, ha -ha
One in the grave,
the other one in the pen
Gone with the wind, block on block,
crime will never end
It's about the money and the fame,
ain't no other reason
got us on a jang gang
Niggas actin' shitty,
every city want a gang bang
In the hood with a snotty nose,
fucked up clubs
F
Em
They dreamin' about willin' hoes,
Dm
cuttin'
school and drinkin'
And I ain't never seen
a nigga so young that
can't move without his motherfuckin'
Nina
The other homie ridin' with a sack of
D
Ain't nobody grindin' if these
F
Dm
niggas don't buy from me
Yellin' keep it in the family,
you take a lux
Shortin' players on them packages to get
your crops
You pay a cost to be the boss,
so that's what
he did
In the front seat with hoes in his forehead
You know his people's gon' retaliate,
that's
smoke then
The killing zone, they know who did
Dota who
Can't even sleep cause now you
F
Dm
know they gon' dump on you
Layin' low with your 4 -4
Mac
They caught your ass
slippin' when you went
to get some zig -zags
Ran up in the snow,
a ski mask like a robbery
Had your ass jumpin' like you
F
E
just won the lottery
his old chest plate gun
You play the game of killin'
then you die in the zone
It's for the money and the fame,
ain't no other reason
One in the grave,
the other one in the pen
Goin' the way of black on black,
crime'll never end
It's for the money and the fame,
ain't no other reason
the other one in the pen
Goin' the way of black on black,
crime'll never end
It's for the money and the fame,
ain't no other reason
flashin' back like
F
Vietnam
Gettin' they perv on,
Dm
you know that kind before the storm kick in
F
Everybody thinkin' to they self the other hood,
Lost they dog last night,
fuckin' with some hoes
Her nigga came home and
let him have it with the 45
Now it's on
A, lettin' that shit ride
Loadin' up the gas,
F
Em
gettin' ready for that hoop ride
don't give a fuck about the po -po's
They can't fuck with bullets
comin' up outta overdose
Oh no, nigga, hit the floor,
be your casualty
They took a loss,
now they givin' back the ducks
I worked up, they popped a femur,
turnin' they hood into a gush
Town lettin' rails fly,
you know the codas do a dock
Have your business up in the hood,
F
Dm
I lay up under your bitch and crop
Don't ask me why we all up in this shit
But now I know I'm strapped
and ready to go
And I done made it through that
murder show
It's for the money and the fame,
ain't no other reason
Best to check yourself and don't get
F
Em
caught up in that funk season
the other one in the pen
Goin' with the wave, black on black,
crime'll never end
It's for the money and the fame,
ain't no other reason
the other one in the pen
Goin' with the wave, black on black,
crime'll never end
It's for the money and the fame,
ain't no other reason
and parking lots
When the club is over,
fools get pistoled with a spliff of glocks
Caught up in the crossfire,
didn't hear them fussin'
Ain't no such thing as innocent
when niggas buckin'
If you ain't in it, mind your business
and be good at duckin'
Bullets ain't got no knives,
and hoods ain't got no shootin' ranch
Ain't no sharpshooters,
F
Em
just niggas flashin' for some fine
with the biggest nuts
All of the biggest nuts get to in their guts
and then they shrivel up
Ain't no sense in playin'
Superman or trip tonight
Cause niggas will touch you with them
F
Em
choppers like some kryptonite
fairytales or on the news
Until I lost my homies,
then I had to pay my dues
I'm takin' everything serious,
I'm real with it
The food gets smoked on the rip, I
done seen too many bodies fall
The only time I see my dog
is when I reach the wall
So I said, fuck it, let's roll with fajitas
Em
Dm
See, ya motherfucker don't know shit
about my trigger finger
Dumpin' on these fools and how I'm
screamin' like the
Staple
Singers
Check yourself,
don't let that alcohol be the reason
Just call me
Heat,
F
Dm
Mazza, burnin' up that funk season
One in the grave, the other one in the pen
Go with the wind, black on black,
crime will never end
It's about the money and the fame,
ain't no other reason
It's do or die,
F
Dm
but in the hood we call it funk season
Yeah, funk season, understand me
When shit goes down in the hood
If the hell you been is to
lay up under your bitch and cry
Do the way it go, it's do or die
When you caught up in that funk season,
you understand?
What in the grave,
the other one in the pen?
I'm going the way of black
on black crime and never end
It's for the money and the fame
ain't no other reason
What in the grave,
the other one in the pen?
I'm going the way of black
on black crime and never end
It's for the money and the fame
ain't no other reason
What in the grave,
the other one in the pen?
I'm going the way of black on
on black crime and never end
It's about the money and the vibe,
ain't no other reason
It's not about what it is, what it is
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