Key: C# minor•
Verse 1
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F#m
Well alright.
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Spice
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1 in the hiddouse
(and Short Dawgs in the
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house bitch).
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A
With the L.A. Players (soldier s to the game
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you know?) Yeah.
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A
(Peep game fool).
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Ant Banks at the crack house
Ha ha ha better recognize game when it's
A
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in your face bitch).
E
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It's obvious mad cash got me gassed Shark
Verse 2
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tanks and views millionaire
A
G#
cruise buying cars in twos
A
"Never lose" my motto since birth
E
F#m
Double up knots and
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crack spots
A
Snitches lead out by silence gun shots
C#m
F#m
Map the area I wanted to
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cut the fuckin' cops a deal
A
If they don't kneel, They get peeled
C#m
Bitches recognize I never have no
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drama with death
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Bustas always try I leavin'
'em gagging spittin' up flem
A
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Take a pen make a mil
and if this shit don't sell
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I still got the street powder
A
back to flippin' flower
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South Central nigga what?
E
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The represen ter, damn your
girl seen me comin' and ran
A
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Young enough to be my daughter
E
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My posse use to flip her like a quarter
A
G#
To state to my man for man slaughter
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Caught her in the stairway took
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her out the fair way
Trunked the punk bitch
A
C#m
(That's fair play)
Verse 3
C#m
[Chorus] You've got the
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C#m
gangstas that I
A
C#m
have tangled baby
Bitch recognize game when
it's in your face
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"Well alright y'all" "ha ha ha"
A
C#m
You think the town rid of Short?
Verse 4
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F#m
You must be crazy,
C#m
A
C#m
that silly shit you talkin' just don't faze me
I could make a phone call
and just like that
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A bunch of niggas from Oakland
A
all on your back
C#m
I've never been a shot caller
F#m
just a nigga in a crew
C#m
They call me Too Short but
A
G#
I'm still bigger than you bitch
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F#m
I been around you can take a turn
C#m
but don't get burned
I've seen the tables turn
A
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Marks turn into killers rich
E
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niggas go broke
C#m
Use to be a want to but now
A
I'm old school Short
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In the game never had the
E
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C#m
stacks since age 14
G#
I been spittin' these raps
A
soakin' up the game up
C#m
An d even when I came up
I fucked with same folks
A
C#m
Still did the same stuff
E
Bitch Short Dawgs in the house
C#m
I know you want my dick 'cause it's all in
your mouth
F#m
C#m
A
C#m
F#m
C#m
Verse 5
A
[Chorus]
C#m
Picture the game as a quarter toss
E
F#m
it up in the air (uh ha)
C#m
Heads or tails win or lose broke
A
C#m
E
niggas are players
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C#m
Heads or tails win or lose broke
A
niggas are player s
C#m
E
Say what up to the S.P. crooked I.C.E.
F#m
C#m
Ra rolling with the strap on the
A
side of me
C#m
Partna' don't get it twisted up
F#m
I got hollow tips ex tended clips
C#m
Major chips lookin' at
A
Eclipse jac uzzi dips
C#m
Niggas step back I don't know you
F#m
Don't get to close to me
C#m
Some niggas ain't really the mother
A
fucker they suppose to be
C#m
E
Cloud killers don't aim until
F#m
you shoot in the air
C#m
Better put it down and brake some
A
hoes off like a true player
C#m
Phoney as three dollar bill
E
F#m
s niggas ain't recognizin'
C#m
A
Fell in the relapse besides
C#m
I'm a trauma a nigga
Look in the eyes and when you
E
F#m
see me I be hardcore
C#m
What the fuck a real nigga
A
gotta lie to kick it for?
C#m
I'm tired of these
A
bubblegum ass niggas
C#m
Throwin' monkey wrenches
into the game
And all the players and pimps
feel my pain
Hustlers maintainin' riches
and keepin' presidentials
Not artificial with fishin' niggas know
I'm packin' missles
Get me two Bentleys some houses
F#m
Johnson jet skis
C#m
A
Ballin' till I die nigga don't
fuck with S.P.I.
C#m
[Chorus]
Outro 1
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