Key: D minor
Verse 1
Am
Dm
What happened to that dude
so I slapped a patch up out that dude
Verse 2
F
Am
what happened to that dude
G
C
What happened to that dude
so I slapped a patch up out that dude
Verse 3
C
Dm
Am
Dm
F
to that dude
Am
G
C
Dm
He ran up in my face, and he ruined my mood
I couldn't let it slide,
I couldn't let it go
Pulled out my 4- 4, and I just bust
Am
F
Nan nigga nan bitch,
G
C
Unless it's my people, unless it's my kin
Am
I break a bone, in your motherfucking face
C
Am
Dm
Am
If you think I tell a story,
if you think I'm lying
C
F
Am
Pull out my iron,
C
Dm
Have a nigga falling, off of his game
If I hit a head shot,
C
F
Dm
Am
that's the end of his brain
G
Am
Simple and plain, ain't it
Am
F
wig painted
Know what I'm saying,
Dm
Am
I sit on top of the roof,
and start spraying
Dm
Am
At a nigga head, leave a nigga dead
Leave him bruised and red
F
Am
We don't give a fuck mayn, that's a clap
C
Dm
Am
Bust at your back, bust at your front
Dm
C
Dm
Am
Then I go to the house, roll up a blunt
C
Dm
That's how I do it,
don't fuck with fluid
F
Am
G
C
Dm
But I'ma be fluent like fluid,
and I knew it
Am
Bm
One day, I get a platinum
C
Dm
C
Am
C
Em
F
Am
plack
C
Dm
back on back cause
Verse 4
Dm
Em
F
Dm
Am
Em
Am
Dm
What
happened to that dude,
what happened to that dude
Am
Em
Am
What happened to that dude
G
C
I had to
Verse 5
Dm
F
do it like that,
C
Dm
Am
and make a motherfucking wish
I did it like this, and I did it like that
A nursery rhyme,
C
Dm
and still broke a bitch back
Like that, like this
Am
F
Hit it from the back, and don't quit
about my dough
G
C
Standing on the corner,
Maybe 4- 5, maybe twelve gauge
G
C
Dm
just to make the front page
F
Am
Em
Put a homicide, on worldwide news
Dm
Am
him the blues
Am
Dm
power pellet
to inhale it
C
Dm
Now I'm feeling fine, I'm really feeling fine
C
Dm
Am
in a thunderberg wine
Dm
F
Am
Got a nigga feeling like, I lost my dog
G
C
Dm
Jump in my bitch, and I boss my hog
I hit the streets,
I checked my pager, it was time to attack
I want my bread, I want my honey
Am
F
Am
I want my streets of gold,
C
Dm
And a platinum walkie talkie, I can talk on
Man, I'm feeling way too heavy
Am
Dm
Am
F
A monster, so can't nothing scare me
I'm unscareable, it's unbearable
Cause I be beating,
on your motherfucking nerve and
It don't matter,
Am
F
Am
cause I'm riding high
Leaning to the side,
Am
F
Dm
All in your face nigga, slapping
F
Am
and get a mouth full of flow
Verse 6
Yeah, oh yeah, I'm feeling that
G
C
Am
Dm
Shit, boys get the shit slapped
out
F
Dm
Am
Yeah man, you bootleggers,
we got all kind
Of bootleggers out here though,
Am
F
We gotta put a slap into them dudes
Am
C
Am
Dm
You know I'm saying, these
niggas that sue boys
my highsing
Dm
Am
Nigga I'm still rising,
while you coniving
You ain't shining,
C
Dm
Am
but bitch I shine like a light
C
Dm
All day all night, whether gun
Am
C
Dm
Am
fight or
fist fight
Dm
F
Am
Get the Roley on your
C
Dm
Am
Dm
wrist right, bitch
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