Key: G minor
Verse 1
Em
C
G -Unit is your modern day
He home now.
You got
Banks.
Am
C
He mixtape artist of the year.
And you got
Buck, the wild nigga from the south.
You know what I'm saying?
C
He lyrical.
This nigga
Young
Buck, niggas.
They say
C
Bm
God bless the child that can hold his own
A real hood nigga gets
C
Em
money and give back
So when I got money bitch I did just that
Listen when I tell you
C
Em
I didn't even really know gang
When I said his name
On
Pop and them thangs
Am
C
June is your modern day
Am
NWA
saying, he home now
You got
Am
C
Banks, he mixtape artist of the year
And you got
Buck, the wild nigga from the south
Young
Buck, nigga
They say
C
Bm
God bless the child that can hold his own
C
Em
money and give back
So when I got money, bitch, I did just that
Put
Listen when I tell ya,
C
Em
I didn't even really know gang
When I said his name,
on pop and them thangs
Yeah I got them all blue,
C
Em
that's how I do
Tomorrow it's all red,
Em
Am
I'm true, and every nigga
C
Em
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,
Am
C
homie you know
I'ma see ya
You bitch nigga
Am
C
Man I knew you got 50
Am
C
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
Bm
C
B's, go ahead and let the war start
C
Em
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
C
Em
change your clothes
Look at you, you're acting
C
Em
Spider -Lo called you
Your punk ass said you
ain't want no problems
Tried to dismiss
Em
Jake
Had that ass apologize the very next day
Am
C
Em
Damn right, gon' play my shit
I wonder what
Trey gon' say about this
Game over
Am
C
Em
This shit crazy
This shit be working out perfect,
you know what I'm saying?
From
Em
Compton,
New
York to motherfuckin'
Nashville, yeah
you know what I'm saying?
Em
C
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
C
Am
C
Now I done seen that tough talk an
And that's why for so long,
C
Em
ECG unit, I bangs the gang
And it's needless to say that
I slangs them thangs
C
Em
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
C
Em
Cause when they meet in the club
He threaten yuck my
C
Uncle
Loke
You ain't touch him one
And
Joe
Buttons was only punchline
I'm here with
Gang
Em
That's that, not on the stage, beating up rats
Am
C
Em
it's just hard to understand a nigga
Supposed to represent the riders,
but he ran from
C
Em
C
Jitty
Em
C
Am
Em
C
Am
C
Em
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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