Ta Dis chords by Styles P
Verse 1
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Bb
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If it's
cash then pass it,
kush then pass it
Gun made of plastic, I bury the bastard
Even poppin' em when he
up in the casket
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Anything I'm on is a classic
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School of hard knocks, R -class,
draw your gun the fastest
No remorse of course,
I blasted the masses
Come from the hood where
they don't give out
Only respect niggas that
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run with assassins
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If it's cash then pass it,
kush then pass it
Gun made of plastic, I bury the bastard
Even poppin' em,
when he up in the casket
Bb
Anything I'm on is a classic
A
School of hard knocks, R -class,
draw your gun the fastest
No remorse of course, I blast the masses
Come from the hood where they
don't give out
Only respect niggas that run with assassins
I been on the low where the cash is,
Am
the shit is dead real
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Waterproof gun, up in the bath kid
I'm an SD with IROC
Sickness, money hungry,
so you know I'm keepin' it non -cock
The bead in the cave, I treat you like a hoe
If you step on my toes
it's like your feet in the grave
Better get out the way,
I pull a he down to spray
You and your man won't live
to see another day
Street niggas gon' dump to this,
bump to this,
Am
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pull the heat out the trunk to this
Street bitches roll a blunt to this,
get drunk to this,
won't you let a nigga fuck to this
Street niggas gon' dump to this,
bump to this,
pull the heat out the trunk to this
Street bitches roll a blunt to this,
get drunk to this,
won't you let a nigga fuck to this
Am
I sell records to the crip niggas, b -boys
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Block runners, jack artists,
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pimp niggas, d -boys
Gotta keep my money up,
could hustle in my sleep, boy
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Bust a brick down and run through it in a week,
boy
Tuesdays and Thursdays,
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I'm paying for the sweet, boy
You know what I'm sayin',
they be playin' for keeps, boy
Am
That means I keep some mail in the stash
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I got the plug a thousand grams
for like twelve and a half
Am
Since twelve and a half,
I had the prices on the weight
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My boys from the border
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put the icing on the cake
Am
And then we turn around
and spin the cake on the ice
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Am
Hustle hard so the fiends
keep the bass on they pipe
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Am
My young niggas hitters,
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they shake and they bite
And don't got a problem
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with takin' your life
When I die, I want my tomb
F
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stone to read
Am
Headlines, the realest nigga
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ever known to breathe
Am
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Street niggas gon' dump to this,
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bump to this
Am
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Pull the heat out the trunk to this
Street bitches roll up blunt to this,
get drunk to this
Why don't you let a nigga fuck to this?
Am
Street niggas gon' dump to this,
A
bump to this
Am
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Pull the heat out the trunk to this
Street bitches roll up blunt to this,
get drunk to this
Watch me let a nigga fuck to this
Am
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I sell records in Dago in the Bay
Am
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Am
KC, Ohio, ATL in Wyoming
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Am
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Them goons known to ride 3 -5 -4
Am
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Chestnut Ravine, I'm on the side
Am
Known for homicide and riding with llamas
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Like my life's rounded with
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decimals and commas
Shit, pure math
Am
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Like I got three days to get ten
Am
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To the 404 on the freeway
I touch down and hit my
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plug in the 4th ward
Meet a cent buck here,
Marriott, 4th floor
Am
Don't wanna go there,
heat it with the 4th floor
Am
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Re locate the work to they 03, 4th floor
After they pay for the thangs 11 .30,
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F
reppin' 619 Club 112 makin' it rain
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When I die,
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I want my tombstone to read
Am
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Here lies the realest nigga
ever known to breathe
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Niggas gon' dump to this, bump to this
Pull the heat out the trunk to this
A
Street bitches roll up blunt to this
A
Get drunk to this
Won't you let a nigga fuck to this
Street niggas gon' dump to this
A
Bump to this
Pull the heat out the trunk to this
A
Street bitches roll up blunt to this
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Get drunk to this
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Won't you let a nigga fuck to this
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Am
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Sickness .net D -Block
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C
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