Key: D minor
Verse 1
my glock off lock, and off
To the 21st blocc, I'm
That pap! pap! me hittin a couple of rounds
And while I test him,
Of stress weed,
Am
Bb
Up on some niggas in a mob
and a nigga claimin OG,
it was that nigga's worst
Gm
Bb
full o' dem nine slugs
Dm
So wrap that nigga up, put him in a hearse
And I'm hittin 50, right around that curb,
tight,
Bb
C
Dm
to the next light (YOU KNOW)
An I hit that corner of 24 street,
some nigga mean mugging
G
Gm
Am
Lynch, and I pop in a clip
fact I'm be- you- Double D- E- D
That's fillin a nigga's siccness so
C
Dm
I miss dead bodies
In an, oldsmobile, up on the curb
D
Bb
Pass the view wit an empty 9 and
I just adjust to the fact that
niggas ain't got no hope
Chorus
Verse 2
Dm
and it's the nigga that nigga that
Em
Dm
One you come see, with that 9 millimeter
Gm
F
meter watch them 9 millimeter meat
Dm
Wikkihdie come, Wikkihtah come, Wikkihtah come,
Dm
Gm
If I don't get you with me nina then me,
you, scream,
F
Em
Dm
And two pop nigga that mine
in the deuce for the deuce
Gm
F
Off them doughshot killa weed,
Em
Dm
And me blast him, enemy for the die,
D
G
'cause of dat siccness dem creep
Gm
F
Em
And ten baumy and a them say
Verse 3
finna finna go boom!
Them no dubbin up that nina cut them in
half with some of them
Ripgut, quality,
for the fundamental cannibalism
Got them black enemy runnin
baby dying, boom!
Verse 4
nigga,
From the creek to the Garden Blocc,
even be on a niggas list
D
G
'cause since for the fuckin with I've been crazy
Gm
Am
Bb
Dm
times 6 charging in '66 and um,
Niggas can't see my folk when I dump
them .44 slugs all down they throat
All up in the cut with the real deuce
deuce four love I got
But you know that nigga from the creek
come quick 'cause I'm bustin all up on your, blocc
44 times till so,
Much later than you go,
better off dead, but nigga instead
Bb
Dm
That I let your mama know,
she might wanna follow this Fahlivum shit
'cause a nigga won't last much longer,
Can't load that shit that sickness
gets me harder than a corpse
D
Dm
D
Dm
Till I reach for the greeds that nig ga
Bb
Dm
start jackin off until it hurts
Swallow my shit so thick this nigga run
loccs up on you almost daily
Gm
Bb
For the digs then I'm off dick grow soft
We gonna stay sicc, for the crazy
run em up gospel shit kicks in
D
Dm
Bb
Dm
Eb
Dm
Gm
F
Dm
F
It's the nigga named 6 with the locc to the brain style fix
Dm
Eb
Dm
Gm
F
Dm
Em
Dm
F
Em
Eb
Dm
Gm
F
Dm
F
Em
Eb
Dm
D
Gm
F
Em
Eb
Dm
Eatin up
your dead skin
Outro 1
Chorus
Bb
Dm
Dm
Dm
Gm
Am
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