Key: A major•
Intro 1
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G
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Verse 1
that's some bullshit
D
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Y 'all don't wanna hire a nigga
cause I'm an ex -convict
D
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Thinkin' I'm a steal or
somethin' in the nature
D
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All the hoes who work at night,
G
A
Jobs treat my ass like an
out -of -date coupon
Gettin' me to go back is the game plan
D
A
They might as well pin that
shit up on the next man
On a mission, I can't do it by myself,
D
A
so I need a down -ass nigga
A
G
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Knowing my man
Lil'
James would understand
G
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Hook me up with a nigga
from the park named
Buku's money
D
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Bitch, I tried to get a job,
but they were runnin' from me
D
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Another parole visit at noon
D
A
Why don't you motherfuckers give
The
He had it for the foam in the den
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Mr.
A
Oxygen
Now that's the end of that
D
A
Man, fuck that shit,
I ain't goin' back
Don't talk about a nigga like me
Me be on paper, you got me fucked up,
G
Don't talk about a nigga like me
Shootin' you hoes out the sky
G
A
Tryin' to mock me or parole me
Now I'm a fugitive again, headed for
Jamaica
D
A
With a bunch of girls, on my train, ayy, I'm
a taker
Cause I don't give a fuck about a female
I strapped some bricks to
her feet and let her ass sail
I guess I'm supposed to give them slack,
they figure
D
G
But when I was in,
A
A
they ain't even know a nigga
Now I'm on the run again,
D
A
tryna keep my ass out the state pit
And
I'mma tell ya, it ain't a simple task
D
A
Even laws here in
Jamaica on my motherfuckin' ass
a basketball to a goal
A
A
A
A flag to a pole, a dick to a pussy hole
The head nigga in charge they wanna get
D
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Take me back?
A
D
The only way I'm going back is in a box
A
A
Dead as fuck, with a pocket full of rocks
Open the door, you nigga!
Motherfucker, please
D
A
D
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So they bust through the bench like
City of the
Siege
D
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They shot, we shot
One of my boys fell
So me and
Pete, I'm at break like bats outta hell
D
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Leaving 19 of the 20 lost dead
D
A
To be hit away, we get away
When
DJ
Reddy read
He know we can't go out like that
D
C
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I'll be good goddamn if
Fuck the slave master and
his damn penitentiary
Little strong hearted nigga like me
You can forget that shit
There ain't no motherfuckin'
A
D
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Summer on the run, I'm in a track meet I used to be shot,
D
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Far as I'm concerned,
dick
A
D
But that ain't bother me a bit
A
D
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Still rollin' through the nickel,
D
shootin'
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D
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Laws still on my ass trailing, but my foot's in the tank,
D
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and I'm failing, dazed as hell
I start rolling up to
D
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Murph, then I get an idea,
The
A
D
Laws walk up on us with their gats pulled out,
AK shots to the mouth
A
D
Put my shit in drive, then threw away my gat,
no weapon and no witness, so how can I go back?
You hoes in the courthouse
You know god damn well he planted that
shit on me I ain't going back,
motherfucker
You all got me fucked up,
y 'all think I'm going back, so that's y 'all
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ChordsA G D F C
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