Key: F# minor•
Verse 1
Bm
F#m
E
Bm
Yeah, I'm feelin' it
This shit is hot,
Steve
Vicious
Production, it's
San
E
Quentin
From
San
Francisco to
San
F#m
Diego
Yayo
I am
E
Bm
Philmo, you know that, nigga
F#m
Put my mind to it, hard nose grind to it
grizzin' when I'm shootin'
try to survive through it
now hold me while I do it
F#m
Put my mind to it, hard nose ride to it
reason when I'm shootin'
try to survive through it
now hold me while I do it
F#m
E
Money on the line, heads politickin'
keep my eyes on my riches
die in your vest, man
E
Bm
When it get a brick for ten,
break it down and go get it
F#m
For show minutes, kill, leave no witness
E
Bm
You utilize the first,
we plead the fifth
amendment
Hustle behind,
Bm
There's bruise in the streets that I stay bendin' I kick
F#m
the doors and I'm runnin' through drawers
till the safe is spotted
forced to squeeze
give up the
Thief, game tight from the streets
F#m
Put my mind to it, hard nose grind to it
reason when I'm shooting
No waiting, I'm being patient,
now homie boy I do it
F#m
Put my mind to it, hard nose grind to it
reason when I'm shooting
try to survive through it
now homie boy I do it
some do murder for hire
put the tool to your hat then fire
ran with them felons
five grand on your melon
everybody is suspicious
quit playin' with them bitches
passenger died with him
murders reoccurrin'
mall and he's purgin'
your homies hate facin' it
they erasin' him
girl you was close to
bitch had never known you
night full of long sex
with a long neck
what a broad
you know the world is small
the beat ballin'
with no problem
Occasion I rise to it, no
reason when I'm shootin'
try to survive through it
now homie, why I do it?
F#m
Put my mind to it, hard nose grind to it
I'm shootin'
Ain't no waitin', I'm bein' patient
F#m
Bm
Trouse if I do it, you can die crossin' me
Now, homie, boy, I do it
F#m
E
Rapper of all rappers, king of all kings
you can't figure
Goin' to a kick,
Bm
Go from the booth, back to the street corner
F#m
I ain't bulletproof, no diplomatic immunity
E
Bm
Ain't no tellin' what a nigga
or cops might do to me
I do what's necessary
you scared to come up?
Smith &
Shit tighter than the
Big
Lotta, I got good flame
F#m
Bm
Put my mind to it, hard -nosed grind to it
No casing, I rise to it
No grazing when I'm shooting,
no waiting, I've been patient
Now homie boy I do it
F#m
Put my mind to it, hard nose grind to it
grazing when I'm shooting
No waiting, I'm being patient
F#m
Bm
F#m
Now homie boy I do it
Bm
F#m
Bm
F#m
Bm
F#m
Bm
the
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