Key: E minor•
Verse 1
Holiday styles,
And if not, show me the work,
show me the beans
Em
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I be writin' in the week
cause I know the routine
All the new, light gray,
And now I'm cop workin'
at the tip of the scales
Em
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And I can make money for bail,
sick in jail
Walk by the CO, hittin' the L
Em
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Ayo, this is for the industry, consider it rep
I diss any nigga you name,
you give me a check
Em
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Old school, new school, huh?
Nigga not signed
He ain't sayin' shit
if he ain't talkin' with a Glock 9
Em
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Please don't call the cops
We got beef to the shell to pop
Tryin' to hit you while you park
Em
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Hop in, push you over, take it up the block
But I know the Jakes is comin'
The man who snitch
I'ma show you how the hustlers handle shit
Em
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I crack your head like a customer
And grab this clip
Family shit
But ain't no picnics involved
Em
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It's the trip to the zoo
Dressin' all brown with
a banger in your shoe
Cop sucka
A niggas just like you
Em
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Narc's is try in' to crack down,
coke went back down
It's hard to get green,
but everybody got brown
Twenty after twelve in the building,
be the miners
Em
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Montego Massacre
You runnin' round buyin' bundles,
I get eggs from Africa
Em
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Burn the block for a year,
then I stash in ya
Snatch the truck,
free buy with half a dutch
And the police could sense
you shookin'
When they ask you if
Em
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you wanna cut em a deal
I sent you bookin'
In the bullpen with dopeheads
and niggas from Brooklyn
By the time you get upstairs,
he wearin' your shoes
In the day room blowin'
each other like loosies
Em
F#m
Mat ter how big you are,
strong you are
Em
Right or wrong, you all get along with star
Kiss toe to toe with you,
Motherfuck clappin' ears
and stayin' on daytime
Em
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Cover his tracks when
he walkin' in mud
And use gats with no noise
when he dealin' with blood
Holes small enough to use band -aids,
no stitches
Em
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Everything's internal from
my life to my journalist
People and secrets,
government's keepin'
Or die on the weekend, literally,
fly off the beaten
Em
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Tongue slick and get sent
somethin' quick
Only nigga hard enough
to look up to me is my dick
Em
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My clique the boss,
we don't take no loss
When we flow the whole room
smell like Tabasco sauce
Em
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Come in your crib for something hot,
damn your brain
Watch your family jump around
like the house in pain
Em
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All the numbers taken off my bins,
no name
Just tints on the window
so you can't see through
Em
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While my gun is at your face
like peek -a -boo
Teasing you like an invisible string
Em
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Tied to a bag of money
when you reach her, boom
Clip hard to stay full, nigga we in too deep
Em
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I rock niggas too sleek,
like a Jew I'm too cheap
Fuckin' car show,
I don't wanna be around nothin',
I can't keep it
Em
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And I'm 2 -7 -30,
give me a gun clean,
it's comin' back to you dirty
Nigga, watch the bird
Em
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If you a player in the game
and you in too deep
And you get knocked, yo,
please don't snitch
That's my word
Em
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Take your time like a man,
you in front of the judge
And yo, dawg, don't be no bitch
Dawg, you heard
Em
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When we all get knocked
and we all get locked
Where this bond won't be no clique
That's for real
Em
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No sex, money, and murder,
music, and drugs
Big chains and plenty of whips
That's all we know
Em
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Uh, N -I -O -L -L -O -U
Em
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L -O -X, L -O -X, L -O -X, R
Em
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