Raw Deal chords by Little Bruce

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Intro 1

Sittin'

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at the
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house watchin' porno flicks
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Hollerin' at my bitch with
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a hard -ass dick
Em 
It was
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Black
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Angelway, triple
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Robbin' on    the other
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line down for the phone
sex
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Playin' with her pussy,
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I'm pullin' on my
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dick I damned and bust a nut
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when the phone went
click
It was
Dom
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D 
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P   -Dub with some major shit
Em 
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A nigga  got on paper and
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he want me to do a hit
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75k for they heads on a platter
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Who they is  and what they
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did it really don't matter
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I clicked back over and I told her
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I'll be through tonight
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and we gon' fuck in my
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Nova
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Now back to my revenues
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and the dead fools
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They gon'  find them in
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some old schools
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Cause a hit ain't shit
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once you bust your puss
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And smoke a whole lot of
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that purple cuss
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Hooked up  with
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Dub and got the 411 on the job
Em 
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Packed up    my shit and I
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jumped in the mob
Smashed to the airport to book my flight
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If it go    down right,
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I'll be back tomorrow night
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Another murder for the money,
that's the lick
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Give up the   kick as I bury a dick
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It's nothing personal,
I'm paid to kill
But I never suspected,
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it was a wrong deal
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Em 
Aw shit, better fucked around and tried
To get my nigga
Lil
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Boots caught up in a wrong deal
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But all that's left behind in a
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situation like this here
Em 
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Is  a gang of mother
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fuckers capped still
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Now I know you feel and recognize
that citrus is droppin' the real
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Em 
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And pumpin' on some of that major kid
Em 
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But anyway,
Lil'
Bruce, finish changin' these niggas about this
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Em 
motherfuckin' raw deal, would ya, man?
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Bm 
I'm on the first thing,
smokin' out of
Oakland to
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Tennessee
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Em 
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Flyin' with a ounce of that good kill meat
I got high in
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Texas, rented me a
Lexus
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Smash like a
Big
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Mac all the way to
Memphis
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Call my bitch, ate a
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Saran on the cellia
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To let her know I'm in the area
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I need a nine, a switchblade and a pump
Em 
I popped the trunk and the
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bitch made a jump
Put a tongue in my ear and told me,
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Let's fuck, hoe, I ain't got time
I'm trying to get a buck
Checked into the
Holiday
Inn,
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Met up with my contact at 50 up  front
25 when I get back
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Threw on my black and I jumped in the
Bodo legs
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The   bitch forgot my vest
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But I don't need a vest to kill
Em 
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I never  suspected
Em 
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It was a wrong deal
Now you see,
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Em 
Folks, niggas, a drastic downfall
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That a lot of these tender -ass niggas
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I'm part of blue -ass hoes up ho
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Without knowing the
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blueprint on the script
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But we  got a remedy for this type of shit
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A bullet to the brain to
keep a nigga tame
Em 
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Em 
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Every time, especially when he
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fuckin' with mine
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Em 
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Cause hoe shit was more
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shit than we got to deal with
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So don't even trip  when we unload these clips,
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nigga
Porto,
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Ottawa, just a rental car
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Hit the fence and blaze
the joint in the backyard
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It won't be hard,
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they ain't even got a dog
Em 
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Made my way to the back door,
steppin' off the phone
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They sleep,
Em 
I creep past the wrong window
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God damn,
it's got to be the end though
Bm 
That's that nigga
Island
Em 
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Liv on the floor that hit all shit
It's
Mr.
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Visa mob shit
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Fool witty, missed the contact,
it paid me
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Looked to    the left,
Em 
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D 
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a dead nigga tried to spray me
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The blast up, my pump started to funk
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Now I'm com   ing through the
Em 
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back door to  kill me a punk
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Put to the test, I'm the best when I kill
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Em 
I really wasn't   trippin',
I got funk mob skills
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Flew through the kitchen
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shootin' everything alive
Em 
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Em 
Tearin' up they house
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for my oth   er 25
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Moved through the den and made
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my way up the stairs
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Poppin' players on the house,
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you shouldn't have been there
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I heard a tear fall, felt it with my beam
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On a super bad butt, nigga,
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Em 
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where's the ice cream?
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Fist to pull the trigger, she said,
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me, don't buck me
Em 
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Em 
You know  me,
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Em 
I had to bust me
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A fat slug an d his nigga wife
Em 
Oh, I know a set strapped
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with a butcher knife
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Fuck a bitch and that's real
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Em 
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Cause from the gate it was a raw deal
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Em 
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A 
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Em 
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Em 
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I'm going show you I'm
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Em 
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Em 
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Em 
I'll see
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