Key: G# minor•
Verse 1
C#m
G#m
E
D#
Yeah
C#m
Verse 2
Any motormouth could get hung high
We don't fuck with niggas like fungi,
we don't even hear ya
Hollerin' bullshit, nigga,
D#
G#m
cut the diarrhea (get 'em)
Verse 3
D#
Pistol lie inside of the armrest (yeah), um,
G#m
yes
Verse 4
to (be), Cosa Nostra
Don't ever approach him (nah), don't get
close to him (uh- uh)
Shootouts ain't nothin',
D#
G#m
but rock and roll to him (damn)
Verse 5
D#
dash', call
'Nother murder,
'nother page out the notebook
It ain't nothin' and don't
make it if you no good
Verse 6
C#m
G#m
really I was tryna be calm
But uh, that choppa rock,
G#m
E
And man, I tried talkin' to 'em, I
G#m
D#
tried talkin' to 'em
Verse 7
fuck it, make a nigga get loose
He had too much talk and not enough proof
Verse 8
G#m
D#
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up
G#m
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em,
D#
G#m
but I hit 'em up
I tried talkin' to 'em,
I tried talkin' to 'em (yo)
Verse 9
stop runnin' yo' mouth
No shoes, no feet,
I'll run in your mouth (huh)
I'll come to yo' house,
me and my goons
Loadin' up bangers,
ridin' under the moon (yeah)
Verse 10
side rule" (yeah)
If a nigga disagree, that's when my side
prove (get 'em), yeah
That Maybach coupe,
a cockeyed fool (uh- huh)
And I'm in it like Bennett,
Verse 11
thermostat switch and that
needle move (uh- oh)
Then the attitude switch
C#m
G#m
and that heat'll move
I got that Chiquita banana clip for the tool
Verse 12
Belch reality, how does it taste?
Powder yo' face, you a bitch, nigga
All pussy, stop comin' out yo' lips, nigga
Verse 13
C#m
G#m
really I was tryna be calm
But uh, that choppa rock,
Verse 14
up, hit 'em up
D#
G#m
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up,
fuck it, make a nigga get loose
He had too much talk and not enough proof
Verse 15
G#m
D#
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up
G#m
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em, but I hit 'em up
I tried talkin' to 'em,
D#
G#m
I tried talkin' to 'em
Verse 16
boy (yeah)
That Tommy gun'll tear yo' neighborhood apart,
boy (blatt)
Yeah, leave your feelings in yo' heart,
boy
D#
G#m
it end with a song, boy (oh)
Verse 17
With yo' friends to carry you along
To a concrete mattress and a
fluffy tombstone (yeah)
Fuck the discussion, I ain't into it, boy
I just get to it, let's do it,
E
G#m
rip through a boy (bah)
Verse 18
Big Uzi, just shoot a boy (brr)
I'm inside lookin' out, you just an intruder,
boy (get 'em)
You need sutures on yo'
smoochers, boy, but
Verse 19
C#m
G#m
really I was tryna be calm
But uh, that choppa rock,
put his head in his arms
And man, I tried talkin' to 'em, I
Verse 20
up, hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up,
fuck it, make a nigga get loose
He had too much talk and not enough proof
I tried talkin' to 'em,
Verse 21
up, hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em, but I hit 'em up
I tried talkin' to 'em, I tried talkin' to 'em
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ChordsC#m G#m E D#
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