Jesus Christ chords by Nems
Verse 1
D
G
D
G
D
Yo, what up cousin?
Let me smoke somethin',
make me poke somethin'
G
D
Hit and run, fingers numb
from the coke cuttin'
G
Police come? I don't know nothin',
D
run up in your crib?
Let me hold somethin', met your wife,
hold the gun I'm on the road stuntin', nigga, and you bitchin' up
G
They call me
Mr.
D
Clean, way I wash niggas up
G
Slap a nigga quick,
bust a nigga's shit
D
I'm the king at robbin'
niggas, they should call me
Crown
Vic
You don't know me,
five texts direct through
Kona
G
Have your boss coppin' please, like
D
Frank crying to
Tony
Get shanked, why are you phony?
G
Really, you don't want it
D
If we was locked, I'd have your ass
boofed in a pack of
Hunnids
My crew laughin' and plunnin',
come through clappin' and gunnin'
Cat's brains in new
V's, we crashin' it's nothin'
I get cash in a bundle,
G
D
dump hash in some dutches
Sick, stick my dick in your chick ashes
G
When I hit you, you'll see
D
Oh yeah, that's right
Your money or your wife
Take my advice, son,
it ain't nothin' nice
You'll say
G
When I hit you, you'll see
D
Oh yeah, that's right
Take my advice
Your money or your wife
Nigga, fuck your life
Listen, which one of y 'all niggas
said it's over?
G
I wake up in the morning with
D
a cigarette and soda
I like to piff, push, kick, push
It's murder when I serve,
dig yo chick, push
C'mon, these niggas ass back was like
Chris
Cross
You already know, murder fest the big boss I
G
walk around town with the big ho
D
That makes niggas bigger than
Rick
Ross, trip off
Yeah, so fall back with that slick talk
Before my right hook pops
your whole chin off
Fuck your life in the streets
And fuck your laws when I'm in court
Face fuckin' yo chick,
make the bitch hoarse
Use a bird, nigga, better get lost
G
D
Before I pull off the rocket
and make you lift off
G
D
Everybody knows that you a bitch, so
You can fuck around and get pissed off
Just cause I'm pissed off
Please subscribe
G
When I hit you, you'll see
Please subscribe
D
Oh yeah, that's right
Your money or your wife
Take my bite, son, it ain't nothin' nice
You'll say
Please subscribe
G
When I hit you, you'll see
Please subscribe
D
Oh, yeah, that's right, take my advice
Your money or your wife,
nigga, fuck your life
You bent -ass cheeks since last
G
week like a horny hooker
Fuck around,
D
your life will be threatened like
Cory
Booker
You corny, nigga,
G
D
take you for a trip through
O'Dwyer
Gardens
And fly you off the top like you
Jimmy
Snooker
Yeah, bitch, I took to the last stop
G
Had to post up in front of the
Polar
D
Express
G
M .A. mag, guap ass, I'm not pussy,
you are
D
You're the best, name is
Murda
Fest
Hood super stuck
Son, the hood is who we are
Fuck your life, gangsta
G
I ran through your block
D
Took your wife's spanked up
Herb's your best man
Took a knife, shanked up
Product of my environment
Tony out, thank them
See them bitch niggas over there?
We ain't them
G
D
We are real niggas over here
And we hate them
Your whole team a bunch of fag
G
got niggas
You probably ate them
D
Come see, I'll throw you a ball
Like
Troy
Aikman
G
When I hit you, you'll see
D
Oh yeah, that's right
Your money or your wife
Take my advice, son,
it ain't nothin' nice
You'll say
Jesus
Christ
G
When I hit you, you'll see
Jesus
Christ
D
Oh yeah, that's right
G
D
Take my advice
Your money or your wife, nigga, fuck your life
Jesus Christ
Nems
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