Key: D# minor
Verse 1
F
Dm
Am
(feat. Get Low, JT)
(JT)
F
Em
Am
We on our third song, we on our third song,
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Dm
Am
F
Am
heyyeyy
Verse 2
Dm
on the fo'- wheel,
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E
Am
pushin quarters like niggaz doin dope deals
F
Dm
Fo' cut 50 like a verse and a half
Am
F
Am
I cut the brick and now we countin the math,
we 'bout that birdplay
Dm
Am
you dudes gon' get it
Dm
Am
Hollis Queens to the Bridge
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F
I got homies out in the Bronx
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F
we out the trunk, never browsin
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Em
And rest in peace to my boy Mac Dre,
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Am
JT, another boss from the Bay
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Am
And rest in peace to my boy Mac Dre,
motherfucker
Verse 3
Dm
Am
F
Believe me I'm in them
Em
Am
sheets like phonebooths
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Dm
I play the game I was born to score
Em
Am
F
But I'm a lil' too cute for
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Dm
Em
A little too, known, to stand on the block
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F
And a lil' too eager to
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F
Mami, I'm from the
F
Am
Heads fly if I open ya chest that wide
F
Dm
Gimme a bad vibe end up on
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Em
Or you can get your back and side
splatted in back of ya ride
Am
F
And I can make it happen,
Dm
Em
Am
if I don't make it rappin
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Am
This lump of Satan I'm packin thrash
'em with a major passion
Dm
Am
you flashin in the latest fashion
F
Em
And have you dashin from Manhattan
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F
all the way to Aspen
Your shit is whack,
Dm
Am
heard your tape and had to take an aspirin
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Am
F
Step ya game up
Interlude 1
Dm
Am
F
Em
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Dm
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(instrumental break) (unknown Get Low
Verse 4
Em
Am
F
Dm
Em
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F
Am
male)
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Dm
Listen, before I get up in the mornin
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F
Em
Tryin to get my niggaz out the hood,
you know how the forces get
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F
Dm
It's like the devil got a hold
Am
of my neck
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Dm
Momma used to look at me funny; she
Am
F
But it's a price for everything,
F
Am
For them birds niggaz'll cock
back the calico
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Dm
Now you introduced to the beef,
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Dm
A lot of niggaz is real,
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Am
A lot of niggaz shake your hand and shake
hands with Jake
Verse 5
Dm
I
F
Em
I hit the spot like a {?} in
ballers and jeans
Am
F
On some eighty- eight shit,
Am
F
It's not my fault she looked at me - you
Em
Am
F
Who got nerve cause Lethal
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F
And, why y'all Chucks always
Dm
Am
actin like tough guys
Dm
Am
it's different from one time
Em
Am
strip to the sunshine
I'm wastin my breath
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F
I oughta be like Makaveli and
Dm
Am
And all y'all sloppy Joe
Em
Am
We on the way to yo' nap,
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Dm
so put your tapes in the deck
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F
And spit in a hundred bars straight without breakin a sweat
Outro 1
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Dm
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