Key: Gb major
Verse 1
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C
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(Get me) Uh- huh
(They pretty) Uh- huh
C
F
Em
C
(Wit me) Uh- huh
F
C
(It's crispy) Yeah
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Em
F
Whoo Uh- huh,
C
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C
F
uh- huh, yo
Verse 2
fan in the fire
Keep it gully baby boy, share that
Easy when you see me,
get your man clapped
Em
C
Yeah, sealed signed delivered, anthrax
I'll do numbers with half that
Catch me wylin' out with a mam
Em
F
like the tunnel packed
Yeah, if it's somethin'
I'm feelin' you runnin' that
And we don't let a thing slide baby,
F
Em
Havoc make tracks, didn't know,
C
F
just hold that
C
F
Career ain't goin' so well, I got that
Slide you some hot shit, nigga
it's a wrap
Verse 3
me
9's, they pretty
See me on the streets,
them gorillas they, wit me
Bills in the pockets,
Em
F
know them things is, crispy
F
Em
Y'all not known for bustin'
C
F
Call the coroner
Verse 4
C
Yo, a closed mouth don't get fed, that's why I
talk to him
F
Em
I'm hungry, niggas is eat in' fo'
C
F
pounds, I walk through 'em
Either you shook or your 9 spray
C
F
You got a row of sixteen and a clip,
Em
C
F
one in the head around my way
Fuck with my money
C
F
you be shot the fuck up
Dumped off the bridge,
body mopped the fuck up
When them Mobb Deep boys creep
or pop the fuck up
There ain't a nigga that
can cramp my style
Fifteen get money, livin' frozen out
You cowards softer than a bitch,
get a baby wipe
'Fore I show you what the
F
C
Want beef muh'fucker come and get me
F
Em
All this rap in the booth,
F
Em
Not a nickel get sold
C
F
in the park 'less I eat
Verse 5
C
me
9's, they pretty
See me on the streets,
them gorillas they, wit me
Verse 6
them things is, crispy
C
Hey hey
pound in a glass
Puffin' my haze,
Em
C
missed with that dro and sprinkled some hash
F
Em
How I roll? Why would you ask?
Em
C
pocket full of G's, gun in the stash
with the badge
C
F
That's why when you kick that gangsta rap,
homie I just laugh
From the ave, where snitches get blast
They say, no Noyd, you won't
blow makin' songs like that
I say, homie you sell your soul to glitter,
C
F
it don't last
I don't get no bigger,
I'ma keep it realer to death
Fuck is a check if you ain't
gun on the deck
Countin' the gang that snaps,
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F
think how many straps and vests
We hate the E- mails and the phones,
C
F
in certain'rooms
Verse 7
me
9's, they pretty
C
F
See me on the streets,
them gorillas they, wit me
Bills in the pockets,
Em
C
know them things is, crispy
F
C
Yeah, y'all niggas pussy son
Y'all want it wit us
don't get carried away
F
I'm tellin' you it's somethin' 'bout them Mobb Deep boys,
Verse 8
F
they no joke
Em
F
They blood- thirsty for that rap music yo
It's not a song,
it's a goddamn bomb fittin' to blow
They not a group,
they a muh'fuckin' gang for sho'
we more like a troop and oh
E'rytime we drop a new one
the streets gon' go
cause we don't play with that there
They know it's safe to spend they
money over here
E'rytime they cop from somebody else,
C
F
the shit wack
Get 'em all higher than Scotty
They know it's safe to spend
Verse 9
me
9's, they pretty
them gorillas they, wit me
them things is, crispy
them guns
carried away
C
F
C
Call the coroner
Outro 1
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Em
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C
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Em
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