Neva chords by Dru Down, Yukmouth

SimplifiedAm · Bb · C

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Intro 1

Verse 1
Am 
Look,
C 
Am 
why should I chase the cat
when I ain't nothin' but a dog
to ride on hogs?
I bring the fall, matter of fact,
pot and the smell of your chicken
I'm the black Charles Bronson
that be handin' out them
C 
death wishes
Am 
Rockin' by kisses
You niggas are poodles that's
always dissin'
Don't end up missin'
found by a fisher
Wishin' in a dead life
you was Christian
Hopin' before you die you
C 
ask forgiveness
Am 
Soakin' in a puddle of blood
for what?
Because you talk too much
Bb 
and you never shut up
Am 
I'm a gangster pimp thug all in one
C 
Not a musketeer or for one dumb duck
Am 
I carry the big guns, big clips, no shit
Niggas really don't know
who they fuckin' with
You wanna fuck with the real one?
You really don't want none
We can go to war for fun,
C 
me and my big guns, man
Am 
You stop the hustle, you think you better
It's just a song,
let's get it on in the streets
The four -and -five soldier,
the five -but -no -roller
I thought I did, I thought I did,
C 
Am 
I thought I told y 'all
You stop the hustle, you think you better
It's just a song,
let's get it on in the streets
The four -and -five soldier,
the five -but -no -roller
I thought I did, I thought I did,
C 
Am 
I thought I told y 'all
No, never, will I ever lose and
Bb 
No, never, will you ever win
Am 
I pack tools, blast that Mac -10
and blast fools at you
Faggot ass rap dudes,
C 
Am 
cause cash rules, that's true
The M .O. in the E .Y.
Put slang in them beanpies
Yuck slang them keys
like 16 -5 the street price
Live the street life, this can't be right
C 
Dodging FBI, got the green light
Am 
Still moving, fast lane,
fuck the rap game
It's shady like a crap game
Watch your back man, slang crack man
Slaps things, even kilos
Burst by the flock of seagulls,
C 
Am 
me and amigo, yo
I lay all business, controls America
We leave no witness,
buckholes and barrier
5 -1 -0, United, ghettos, America
Smoke a lot of records
C 
that bring mass hysteria
Am 
You stop the hustle,
you think you better
It's just a song,
let's get it on in the streets
The 415 soldier, the 5 -1 -0 roller
I thought I did, I thought I did,
C 
Am 
I thought I told y 'all
You stop the hustle, you think you better
It's just a song,
let's get it on in the streets
The 415 soldier, the 510 roller
I thought I did, I thought I did,
C 
Am 
I thought I told y 'all
Bonus, still slang on the block
My young crew for Drew,
Bb 
always running from the cops
Am 
It's so, never stopping the hustle
Never think you can be
better than me
C 
Motherfucker,
Am 
I'll bring the ruckus with a stampede
Oh me, have everyone saying
he getting whooped
Oh we, it's nothing to me,
me and lil' bruh still ride on em
Duck mouth, that breathing dragon
C 
spit that fire on em
Am 
The cracked scrambler,
craps and back gambler
Dropped out of school to
make cash like fuck algebra
I had to run with the savages,
Pat Callawas, De Blasinger
Cash got us on camera
C 
Am 
like Pamela Anderson
Lee
Triple beam, grams of the D,
smoking cannabis weed
Till I get my hands on the key,
make a family deed
Kick down your door to man in a cheese
With my band of thieves,
C 
hop in the getaway van and flee, bitch
Am 
You stop the hustle? Never!
You think you better? Never!
It's just a song,
let's get it on in the streets
Whatever!
The 415 soldier, the 510 roller
I thought I did, I thought I did,
C 
Am 
I thought I told y 'all
You stop the hustle, you think you better
It's just a song,
let's get it on in the streets
The 415 soldier, the 510 roller
I thought I did, I thought I did,
I thought I told y 'all