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I’ve downloaded many tuning apps before and this one is by far the best. Easy to use, super user-friendly, and they have a bunch of fun different chords and songs to help you learn new music. I highly recommend.
I Keep That easy guitar chords by Joe Budden
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Verse 1
Uh
oh!
It's
that
time
again!
It's
been
too
long!
It's
family
reunion!
We gotta
school
y
to
the
game!
You
know
what, let's
talk
talk!
Let's
go!
Ain't
nobody
tryna
rap
on
play me
I'll
be at
they crib
with
a couple
hammers
and
a black
old
Avey
Black
on
pay me,
still
get
to smack
on
Baisley
Cause
I'm touchin'
more
diesel
than
Shaq,
old
lady,
boy
You
did
it, I
done it,
I get
it,
I
punish
the shit
that I
come with
It separate
a
rib
from a
stomach
I'm
the boss
when
I spit
it, you love
it
Matter
fact,
I'm
a viking,
I need
a whole
village
to
plumage
here
The
nigga
is
here,
the city
is
scared
You got
the throne,
then
I think
I need
to sit
in your chair
We
can really
get
physical
here
And
the sky's
the
limit,
nigga,
I'll put
your whole
clique
in the
air
Baby,
so quit
playin'
for
the Clipse
Bram
And
have
his ass
MIA'd
like Nick
Saban
His
whole
shit
caved
in,
my whole
clique
caved
in
Hard
-bodied
nigga,
my whole
shit
pavement
You
can't
spit
if
you dead
in the
ground
In
the woods
where
you had
to be
found
And
it's good
that
you gettin'
it
now
In
the precinct
confessin'
it
now
I can't
fuck with
the rest
of you
clowns
I
am the
silence
before the
storm
Linkin'
Park
to Audubon
Slang
rock
on
the same
block
that
the water
on
I
be more
than gone,
run
and get
your order
form
Next
time I
record a
song,
gon'
put my
daughter
on
Cause
she realer
than
most niggas
I tote
triggers
for
you broke
niggas
And
gold diggers
with no
figures
That's
why
I palm
the heater
for
all
you non
-believers
I'm
on
your ass
like
white on
rice,
I'm kinda
Lisa
Better
call
a preacher,
you
tryna get
on
her feet
You better
get your
casket,
bastard,
I'm gon'
eat
ya
We
ain't in
the same
weight class,
your fake
ass
Couldn't
stop
a nigga
with
brake
pads,
I'm way
past
Anything
that
you
ever did,
I'm better
kid
And
we never
sweat
a bit,
it's
easy to
get
a cig
In
the bing,
I'm like
Bing Rains,
I bring
pain
I
sling
Kane
off
the wing
like
I'm King
James
Y
'all doubting
who?
When
I spit
the whole
air
They
be calling
cold
red
like
Mountain
Dew
Before
I count
to two,
you
can get
your back
blown
Cause
your gimmicks
are
the minutes
like
a track
phone
Get
back
homes,
I'm back
on my
shit
I
don't mingle,
I'm
like
Pringle
Stackin'
my
chips,
clappin'
my
fifth
You
the test
me
type
Comin'
out
with
a blade
to
get Wesley
Snipe
So
the cops
could
arrest
me,
right?
It's not
happenin'
You
ain't never
gon'
get
on,
so stop
rappin'
H2O
comin'
this
summer, so
stop
askin'
All
heat
like
Wall
Street,
it stopped
crashin'
Now
the feds
wanna
read
his
rights
Lord
have
mercy,
Jesus
Christ
I got
passion,
I'm
blackin'
All
my niggas
gettin'
this
fetty
We
in
the Chevy
and
ready to
pop
taxin'
See
whatever
you
try
and do,
lil'
niggas
I
already
done
And
since
you wanna
live
by
it,
lil' nigga
Then
die
by
the gun
See
whatever
you
try
and do,
lil' nigga
I
already
done
And
how
the fuck
you gon'
win,
lil'
nigga
I
already
won
Ayo,
money
is
the root
of all
evil,
I
thought
But
when
I'm broke
is when
I usually
had
a evil
of
thoughts
That's when
the arms
come
out,
like
sleeves
when it's
short
But
more
bullets
than
your favorite
wide
receiver
is
caught
And
that
Randy
Mossberg,
your
Steve Smith
from
Wesson,
yeah
Your
shooters
pop
up
like
instant
messenger
You
got mail,
nah
nigga,
you got
shells
And my
Mac
you can't
use
for iChat
A
guy
that
confused
that
with live
flat
And
my
dad
is on
leg
like
ThotTat,
I'd
dat
nigga
Who
you do?
Some
broke
niggas
who tryna
get some
YouTube
views
Unless
you
wanna
point
blank,
boy,
you're too
close
Bells
in
pocket,
this
is lawyer
Lou
Lose
I'm
pretty
sure
more
hottie,
see
me in
that Ford
Alrighty
Double
pipes
like
it's sold
off shawty,
nigga
I
float
sickly,
ridin',
bumpin'
old
Biggie
Roll
with
me, I
lose
weight,
Nicole
Richie
Fuck
flat
and bone,
reach diamond
fame
I
treat
a nigga
face
like
that old
Simon
game
Figured
out
why men
try
us
Cause
we
OD
on
rims
and thin
tires
But
that
we live
by
is
all it
takes to
punch
He
ain't brave,
we
a punk
Put
his family
in boxes,
he's the Brady
Bunch
Now
y 'all feel
y
'all selves
To
kill
y
'all selves
Us
cowboys
don't
need
you,
you built
for
ourselves
And
you
ain't gotta
empty
your
pockets
when
the K's
out
Whatever
you
hold
in
this mind,
you
my PayPal
You
don't
get
how this
guy
is
a threat
I
make his
life
a net,
pour
a pie
to
the neck
Ride
or die,
do both,
nigga,
ride
to
the death
For
acapella,
the whole
left
side
of his
neck
Not
retiring,
still
got
that pension
pendent
Tryna
pop
the hood
and see
the engine
missing
Double
-barreled
shotgun,
how
your men
get
missing?
She
got pretty
brown
eyes
and she
ain't making
this
shit
No
dig
in
the car,
you dissing
moi
Take
the ratchet,
go home,
it's
just crisp
and
wide
Tell
a bird
like
it is,
you promised
abroad
I'll one
-line
him,
you
Isaiah
Thomas
the
broad
I
can send
a clip
cartridge
at
a
nemesis
target
And
catch
a R
.O .R.
on
some Genesix
charges
Nah,
I'll put
the sting
away
I
don't even
need
a whole
head,
do
the flip,
I'm only
takin'
this one
finger
wave
Been
in
the big
for days,
show
you that
I'm
real
Come
home
to
the truck
with
the Optimus
Prime
grill
Handed
out
crack,
got
the scene
poppin'
on
They
not
sleepin'
on them,
the
fiends
is knottin'
on
For
real,
so tell
me, Cal,
you
a thug
and
you Superman
I
just
seen
you in
the club
doin'
a Superman
A
bunch
of clowns,
hoes,
all
I
need
in
this world
Is
the pound
thrown
off
to the
brimstone
Major
paper,
caked
by
the layers
If
these
dudes
is
live,
I'm the
creative
player
They
callin'
them kings
when
they so,
so
hot
Something's
wrong
with that
picture,
must
be photoshopped
I don't
promote
violence,
but
what's walkin'
the
flame?
BAM!
Arms
start
wavin'
like
a Carlton
Banks
dance
When
them tunes
go
poppin',
move
whole
blocks
Come
around
with
your dog
or get
Cujo
shot
These
MCs
is lame,
I try
to be
an MC
with
brains
These
niggas
is MC
brains
Bein'
nice,
rappers
is
far
from bein'
nice
I'm
on a rooftop
record,
you
niggas
is bein'
sniped
See,
whatever
you
try
and do,
lil'
niggas,
I
already
done,
done
And
since
you wanna
live
by
it,
lil'
nigga,
then
die
by
the gun
See,
whatever
you
try
and do,
lil'
niggas,
I already
done,
And how
the fuck
you gon'
win,
lil'
nigga,
I
already
won,
won
It's
a wrap,
no
more
Go
back
to your
regularly
scheduled
room
friends
This
is a
public
service
announcement
Staged
by
Killy V8
Aha!
Aha!
Aha!
Aha! Aha!
Aha!
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