Key: B minor
Verse 1
Oh, y'all smelling y'all piss
Eb
F
Over here, I'm returning 'em,
Em
Eb
that's my word they get ting blasted
D
Eb
Anything from 220 to
Y'all need to step the fuck
F#dim
off
Gm
G#
Ebaug
Y'all niggas ain't crazy for real
Verse 2
F
Em
fiends ain't coming fast enough
Eb
Daug
There is no cut that's
I can't fold, I need gold,
Daug
Eb
I re- up and reload
G#
Eb
Product must be sold to you
Verse 3
Am
streets,
in the heart of Medina
About to set off something more deep
than a misdemeanor
Under the subway,
waiting for the train to make noise
F
Am
So I can blast a nigga and his boys,for what?
He pushed up on the block
and made the dope sales drop
to catch more mill's
Than ho- bitches got
birth control pills
I'm in the park setting up
a deal over blunt fire
Bum nigga sleeping on the bench,
of my condo
And how I changed a nigga
we got vamped
Put the stake through his heart,
like Brandon Lee
Blown out the frame like
Pan Am Flight 103
He got swung on, his lungs was torn
A kingpin just castled with his
Am
A regular on the block that played lookout
For playing predator with a
Verse 4
Eb
D
Daug
F
There is no clip that's full enough
I can't fold, I need gold,
F#dim
Eb
I re- up and reload
G#
G
Product must be sold to you
Verse 5
F
Em
Fiends ain't coming fast enough
Eb
D
Daug
There is no cut that's
D
I can't fold, I need gold, I re- up and reload
Eb
G#
Eb
Product must be sold to you
Verse 6
Am
supply
all my troops with mega firearms
Big apes and spread 'em out like
crops on a farm
To get cream,
sometimes they repaint the scene
Like the last episode on gates,
from the blast becomes thick
And flows through, all they knew,
on parquet floors
he's out to hurt
For instance, chop off hands,
attack worth
His idols would lock down
airports and extort
Some import,
F
catching ten percent of what the fiends snort
They move keys and had the skis
making drops on snowmobiles
The plan was to expand, catch seven figures,
release triggers
And live large and bigger
a mansion with mad room
She died and he still put a hundred
he hid behind closed doors
And still organized his crime
Verse 7
There is no cut that's pure enough
F
Am
I can't fold, I need gold,
I re- up and reload
Verse 8
Am
E
No neighborhood is rough enough
F
Am
I can't fold, I need gold,
I re- up and reload
Verse 9
There is no niggas that's fuck with us
F
Am
I can't fold, I need gold,
I re- up and reload
Outro 1
Am
F
Am
F
E
Eb
D
F
F#dim
G
G#
G
Am
E
Eb
D
F
G
G#
G
Am
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