Key: F minor
Intro 1
Em
G
A
Em
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Em
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Verse 1
we ride nigga, it's do or die
looking for the homicide
Em
G
Cause ain't no get away,
when I creep up in
A
HK
A
till I die I'm staying high off them green leafs
Em
G
Hitting switches, clowning bitches
A nigga out to get his riches
So
A
G
Marva spit some shit
G
Cali
Me and my homie
Bo be coming through with that flow
Tag teaming on you so better
so don't sleep
Find yourself six feet deep,
rest in peace
A
G
Cause I come way too wicked
for you fools to get with
So just, pass the mic
my way so I can rip this
comin' with that gift
One time for your mind,
player haters, watch your back
And the
G's, keep your straps cuz
Em
G
Came too many faders
when we come through
So all you jealous niggas take
it how you want to
Em
G
Ugh, they couldn't handle the static
caught the worst
A
Never thought they'd come to court snitchin'
Em
G
Am
A
G
A
Em
G
A
F#m
G
I'ma take it how I want to,
man, this is what
I'ma do
Since I'm a
G
B
Better look out, cause, nigga, I'm comin'
A
I give a fuck about you nigga, whatever nigga,
G
B
everybody got to go, whoever tell it, you got to go
A
G
I map that infrared to your head,
now you dead one to your zone
From the chrome like I said,
Em
G
you know it's just that underground shit that make your speakers pound
So give it up to your homie
Sacktown
with fat bomb sacks full of endo
Don't know what you in for,
Em
G
stomping in my steel toes with my nigga
Bolo
Choking on that dank smoke down from
A
G
We dropped another bomb,
and still we can't be touched
So steppin' into bucks,
you shoulda ducked, nigga
Em
G
Now you layin' six feet under,
I know what makes you wonder
So take it how you want,
jealous bitches, bring the funk
We creep from the bottom, then
Em
G
Hit and run is the drive -by
We take lives, hangin' out the ride,
So when you creep,
we all about bussin'
AK
Autos, .44
P30s,
Macs, and .50 caliber
Desert
Eagles blasts
A
G
We buck shit on the spot like frogmen
Dump them hollow point tips in they
G
Em
Plus robbin' they hood
Because they blowed up with hoed up
Dawg, is ya wit me?
Cause ain't no cane sellin'
That's against me, we all ballers,
shot callers
Some garden block niggas pumpin'
it up and in them parlors
Well, it's that flow that can't
that's leavin' niggas
Stuck with that, I don't give a fuck shit
Smith and
Wesson
Spit that shit that leave us stressed in
California
West
Coast
A
G
Well I'm shit, beat this lesson as I take
you over this lyrical drive -by
Serving these niggas and bitches too to make
Him bond on a daily basis,
watchin' the look on niggas' faces when I bust his shit
Posted to
Wander916 where niggas
is at they lowest
I bust these rhymes to show this
Now you know, can't fuck with the floor,
the female, the psycho
Take it to that other level,
357 ways to leave your duck and trust this
It's not one of my roughest,
it gets rougher if you try me
I know my shit's a bomb so press
that button and rewind me
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