Key: B minor
Verse 1
C
Am
C
my nigga C, 6th July, Gangsta, what,
Gangsta, niggas is
Gangsta, yo,
Em
Am
Em
Am
I'm out here all day,
from when you hear the sounds of the cars skidding to start digging,
Gangsta, from start to finish, what's up, never sociable,
Nigga, we too disposable
If I get close to you,
it's probably to dispose of you
Quickly, go ahead and try something
Live or die by these numbers
I'd rather live paralyzed
than to die running
You feel it?
Stay out his path, he's chaotic and mad
Pull a K out and blast
rhymin' some words
Dabblin' the finest of furs
Cowboy, minus the spurs and saddle
Preferred for battle
Most deserved and highest level
A cowboy's status is not
from herdin' cattle
One strange guy, I'm nothin' like you,
Guns all look the same to
the untrained eye
Easy to find, tell me how a
gorilla can hide
Gorilla's nigga breathing,
Em
Am
ain't no nigga real or alive
Em
Am
Ya nig gas in trouble
Em
Am
Em
Am
Em
Am
Ya niggas in trouble
Ya niggas in trouble
Ya niggas in trouble
Ya niggas in trouble
Em
Am
Ya niggas in trouble
Ya niggas in trouble
God, niggas ain't in
trouble till y know this
It's the black gal with FUD,
Em
Am
fuck a man sion and a yacht
I got a project building,
we running on the block
A sweet tooth for chronic,
shit got me speaking in Ebonics
Em
Am
Killer cracker, respect me for my talent
Sniff them out like a bloodhound
Like they bag nils out in
Vegas on the Greyhound
I never plead guilty, come to court filthy
F#
Am
Lawyer drunk on Henny,
Em
Am
parole violators with me
And still I walk cause it's real
Take they ass to trial,
then they lose a quarter mil
Now that's a deal, filthy rich at his best
Love hella right, with a seven on my chest
Em
Am
I come real street knowledge,
boulevard trade school
Paid dues, niggas know
I honor the rules
Left no clues, ex -file, case is closed
Why you go against the grain,
with a plane of foes?
Take that slain to gold,
with a rubber -handled steel
Spit them thumbs at labels,
that part left hollow
Show the world you're nuts,
Em
Am
I'm the Portland road model
Em
Am
No one knows the hour
that the bow will strike
F#m
Em
that they stuck in Christ
Y 'all niggas in trouble
Y 'all niggas in trouble
Em
Am
Now who's nice?
Y 'all niggas in trouble
Y 'all niggas in trouble
Y 'all niggas in trouble
Em
Am
Y 'all niggas in trouble
B
Am
Y 'all niggas in trouble, in trouble
F#
Am
Y 'all niggas in trouble, in trouble
You see the pressure's too hot,
when you rush my flows
I got 3 -4 -25 rhymes, flip like blows
But you never heard this voice,
it's Big C from the state
But we pimp, hustle hard,
bang it out for the weight
Em
Am
Eye s wide, cause me
and my niggas organize crime
You either get it in the street,
or run it from the jail lines
Em
Am
My game's at command,
I show the world my status
F#m
F#
It's filthy to the death,
F#m
Em
blastin' black automatics
here we catch these shells
23 hours on lockdown,
one out, just sailed
I know it sounds sick
when you deal in this form
My city the home
now that you have to
Am
Am
Leave a little room for this midwest rapture
F#
F#m
Em
Am
I sacrifice my soul for this filthy rich shit
Y 'all niggas in trouble
Am
Am
Em
Y 'all niggas in trouble
y 'all niggas in
y 'all niggas in trouble,
y 'all niggas in trouble,
'all 'all niggas in
Em
Am
y 'all niggas trouble,
'all niggas in trouble,
I'm a Chi -Town nigga,
Am
and it's going down for the new millennium,
Outro 1
motherfuckers
F#
F#m
Am
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