Key: G minor•
Verse 1
Gm
Eb
G -Unit is your modern day
He home now.
You got
Banks.
Cm
Eb
He mixtape artist of the year.
And you got
Buck, the wild nigga from the south.
You know what I'm saying?
Eb
He lyrical.
This nigga
Young
Buck, niggas.
They say
Eb
Dm
God bless the child that can hold his own
A real hood nigga gets
Eb
Gm
money and give back
So when I got money bitch I did just that
Listen when I tell you
Eb
Gm
I didn't even really know gang
When I said his name
On
Pop and them thangs
Cm
Eb
June is your modern day
Cm
NWA
saying, he home now
You got
Cm
Eb
Banks, he mixtape artist of the year
And you got
Buck, the wild nigga from the south
Young
Buck, nigga
They say
Eb
Dm
God bless the child that can hold his own
Eb
Gm
money and give back
So when I got money, bitch, I did just that
Eb
I put packs in the hands of the dope mans
Put
Listen when I tell ya,
Eb
Gm
I didn't even really know gang
When I said his name,
on pop and them thangs
Yeah I got them all blue,
Eb
Gm
that's how I do
Tomorrow it's all red,
Gm
Cm
I'm true, and every nigga
Eb
Gm
around me know it
But you, only hard when
you around your boys
you your first watch
broke you your first drop
We ain't really need ya,
Cm
Eb
homie you know
I'ma see ya
You bitch nigga
Cm
Eb
Man I knew you got 50
Cm
Eb
And the first time in rap history
that some shit been done like that
Niggas in my hood can't
They see me they be like
God,
God,
God
They wonder why I say
I keep the crystal cold
No
F's
Dm
Eb
B's, go ahead and let the war start
Eb
Gm
similar to a broad
You're disrespected to waste
when they find out who you are
Do your thug thing
Banks
Garage makes up 300 cars
You come from a strip club
Doja
I can show you the picture's blood
Eb
Gm
change your clothes
Look at you, you're acting
Eb
Gm
Spider -Lo called you
Your punk ass said you
ain't want no problems
Tried to dismiss
Gm
Jake
Had that ass apologize the very next day
Cm
Eb
Gm
Damn right, gon' play my shit
I wonder what
Trey gon' say about this
Game over
Cm
Eb
Gm
This shit crazy
This shit be working out perfect,
you know what I'm saying?
From
Gm
Compton,
New
York to motherfuckin'
Nashville, yeah
you know what I'm saying?
Gm
Eb
That he planned it that way, to
have a nigga from the
East
In
Banks and
Yale, have a nigga from the
South
In
West
Eb
Cm
Eb
Now I done seen that tough talk an
And that's why for so long,
Eb
Gm
ECG unit, I bangs the gang
And it's needless to say that
I slangs them thangs
Eb
Gm
West and I'm ashamed to game
And not because his album
See I'm everything he wishin' he was
Can't you tell from all that dissin' he does
It be all about publicity buzz
Eb
Gm
Cause when they meet in the club
He threaten yuck my
Eb
Uncle
Loke
You ain't touch him one
And
Joe
Buttons was only punchline
I'm here with
Gang
Gm
That's that, not on the stage, beating up rats
Cm
Eb
Gm
it's just hard to understand a nigga
Supposed to represent the riders,
but he ran from
Eb
Gm
Eb
Jitty
Gm
Eb
Cm
Gm
Eb
Cm
Eb
Gm
The shit is just a dream come true man
I never take shots at legends
Let's just tell them I don't do it
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsGm Eb Cm Dm
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