Key: E minor•
Verse 1
E
Em
D
Yo, ay yo let's get papers and pop
Mo' with hoes up in skyscrapers
New York City,
I want cheddar,
Bm
Em
so we can front up in the 850
E
D
My whole comity like to puff
L's and look jiggy
E
D
And ain't shit that you can say to me
when you be breathless
Young, but I done did shit
that you won't do
Em
D
So go ahead with the bullshit
you blab about going through
I got niggas who pump on yo' block
Protecting you?
But they'll murder you, player
Don status,
F
Em
nigga we getting chipsesis
in eclipses
Verse 2
You don't really wanna come try,
Em
E
Who stay dumb high from blunt lye
The rack of sing- sing alumni
So I pack enough sonic arms to
Em
D
My AK slay gays,
spray strays with niggas names on it
B
Em
D
Have a chump coughing blood,
fill his coffin with slugs
guns to wreck a nation
B
E
Em
Any nigga wave a Tec at Mase,
Bm
Em
wanted for em bezzlement
A lot of other things, but that's irrelevant
Verse 3
Em
E
you love the money,
D
E
then prepare to die for it
F#
B
Niggas done started something
Em
D
If you love the money,
then prepare to die for it
Bm
B
Niggas done started something
E
Em
E
You can lay in the flames,
Verse 4
coke like Sosa
Never turned down
Em
D
E
F#m
Rica, sipping margaritas wit a mami
Em
E
Whenever The Lox find rippy blocks,
Em
E
An d this for the listeners, and prisoners
you can feel 'em in your vain
F
Em
Like Ramello's pops from Sugarhill
F#m
Bm
Cartel lips, spitting clips
at your face
Em
E
We started from the bottom
You'll see beg niggas pardon, whatever
Em
E
D
Word life, this shit is real big
even if they not guilty
Verse 5
Em
E
palace for my thugs,
with oriental rugs
Green backs from drugs,
E
B
still couldn't shatter me
E
B
splitting up your anatomy
Em
E
Of ficial lock family,
D
E
grants niggas handing me
I want the finer things,
Em
E
Sitting at the table,
planning and plug the fan in
Em
D
Think you smartest,
and retaliate the hardest, regardless
F#
E
Bm
If you a thug or a rap artist,
And if rap was hockey,
Em
D
And y'all niggas done
D
E
Acting invincible like
you God or something
Bm
Em
If you God,
E
F#
then I'mma makes a lot 'til you rot
And if you a player,
Em
E
An d if you a thug,
then start busting off shots
D
E
And if you a dog,
you better bite before you bark
Verse 6
Em
E
If you love the money,
B
Em
E
You can lay in the flames,
Verse 7
B
Bm
'Cause when I wet shit, I dead shit,
like abortions
Got niggas fearing,
Bm
fuck what you heard, this what you hearing
Bm
D
See if your hardest niggas flip,
so gimme three feet
'Cause when we creep, no more than three deep,
buried in the mud
Following traces of gun powder,
residue and blood
Em
E
A positive ID is im possible,
so you know
John Doe is what they gon' be putting
B
F#
her baby's under a cover in the morgue
F#m
E
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Em
E
Son of a hard headed nigga
that wouldn't listen
What's that?
Verse 8
Em
E
D
I hit the fucking streets
going down until I eat
Motherfuckers think it's all about
B
F#
Well, I'm testing bitches game,
Em
E
And dealing with motherfuckers
on all levels
What I'm dealing with is all devils,
fucking with snakes
F#
worry niggas
the time
'Cause what they got is all of mine
Your man was talking shit
Bm
E
don't fuck with you
And if you with my man,
D
Bm
then he getting stuck with you
And gave it the money
B
E
Then I tossed the nine, boss of crime
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