Key: D minor•
Verse 1
Dm
Gm
What happened to that dude
so I slapped a patch up out that dude
Verse 2
Bb
Dm
what happened to that dude
C
F
What happened to that dude
so I slapped a patch up out that dude
Verse 3
F
Gm
Dm
Gm
Bb
to that dude
Dm
C
F
Gm
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
Dm
Bb
Nan nigga nan bitch,
C
F
Unless it's my people, unless it's my kin
Dm
I break a bone, in your motherfucking face
F
Dm
Gm
Dm
If you think I tell a story,
if you think I'm lying
F
Bb
Dm
Pull out my iron,
F
Gm
Have a nigga falling, off of his game
If I hit a head shot,
F
Bb
Gm
Dm
that's the end of his brain
C
Dm
Simple and plain, ain't it
Dm
Bb
wig painted
Know what I'm saying,
Gm
Dm
I sit on top of the roof,
and start spraying
Gm
Dm
At a nigga head, leave a nigga dead
Leave him bruised and red
Bb
Dm
We don't give a fuck mayn, that's a clap
F
Gm
Dm
Bust at your back, bust at your front
Gm
F
Gm
Dm
Then I go to the house, roll up a blunt
F
Gm
That's how I do it,
don't fuck with fluid
Bb
Dm
C
F
Gm
But I'ma be fluent like fluid,
and I knew it
Dm
Em
One day, I get a platinum
F
Gm
F
Dm
F
Am
Bb
Dm
plack
F
Gm
back on back cause
Verse 4
Gm
Am
Bb
Gm
Dm
Am
Dm
Gm
What
happened to that dude,
what happened to that dude
Dm
Am
Dm
What happened to that dude
C
F
I had to
Verse 5
Gm
Bb
do it like that,
F
Gm
Dm
and make a motherfucking wish
I did it like this, and I did it like that
A nursery rhyme,
F
Gm
and still broke a bitch back
Like that, like this
Dm
Bb
Hit it from the back, and don't quit
about my dough
C
F
Standing on the corner,
Maybe 4- 5, maybe twelve gauge
C
F
Gm
just to make the front page
Bb
Dm
Am
Put a homicide, on worldwide news
Gm
Dm
him the blues
Dm
Gm
power pellet
to inhale it
F
Gm
Now I'm feeling fine, I'm really feeling fine
F
Gm
Dm
in a thunderberg wine
Gm
Bb
Dm
Got a nigga feeling like, I lost my dog
C
F
Gm
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
Dm
Bb
Dm
I want my streets of gold,
F
Gm
And a platinum walkie talkie, I can talk on
Man, I'm feeling way too heavy
Dm
Gm
Dm
Bb
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,
Dm
Bb
Dm
cause I'm riding high
Leaning to the side,
Dm
Bb
Gm
All in your face nigga, slapping
Bb
Dm
and get a mouth full of flow
Verse 6
Yeah, oh yeah, I'm feeling that
C
F
Dm
Gm
Shit, boys get the shit slapped
out
Bb
Gm
Dm
Yeah man, you bootleggers,
we got all kind
Of bootleggers out here though,
Dm
Bb
We gotta put a slap into them dudes
Dm
F
Dm
Gm
You know I'm saying, these
niggas that sue boys
my highsing
Gm
Dm
Nigga I'm still rising,
while you coniving
You ain't shining,
F
Gm
Dm
but bitch I shine like a light
F
Gm
All day all night, whether gun
Dm
F
Gm
Dm
fight or
fist fight
Gm
Bb
Dm
Get the Roley on your
F
Gm
Dm
Gm
wrist right, bitch
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsDm Gm F Bb C...
Dm
Gm
F
Bb
C
Am
Em
Capo: 5
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