キー: C# minor
Verse 1
E
F#m
Yo, who the fuck brought
E
me this chocolate shit, man?
D
I said a banana Nutriment, man
Ya'll heard the fuck I said, I gave you
E
I wrote it on the fuckin' paper, man
F#m
Ya'll muthafuckas always fuck around and
D
E
forgettin' something and shit
Smart dumb niggaz and shit,
D
runnin' around here and shit
Ya'll niggaz need to wisen up, man, yo
E
Fuck that special ed, shit
Verse 2
E
F#m
I said Big O, hydro- face,
pass me the sazone, it's on
E
There go son, tap out the hash bone
D
Half moon, he rock,
three's fourth quarter length
No jewels, no rocks,
E
it's not worth the spotlight
F#m
His gun tool, was a half a hill
E
That's a six digit slip be hind five sticks,
D
eatin' steel, fuck him
We gon' we gon' get our money
If he front, they gon' read
E
about the rocks in his tummy
Mouth was red,
F#m
socks was bloody, fuck all the talkin'
E
Safety off and shit, crept out,
"What up money? Freeze!"
D
Don't move, turn around,
act like James Brown
E
And get down! Get slapped
with the put down
F#m
Wasn't you the same clown? Uptown,
yappin'
E
I keep big Shirley on my side,
so What's Happenin'?
D
Try eatin' these shells,
they non fattening
After you digest gat,
E
I'ma stomp you bastards
So take that, blow, blaow! Ghost,
F#m
E
he still breathing
D
Blow, blow! Anything after that
it don't matter
Your homies and your close relatives
E
Even them nosy ass
pigs'll get splattered
F#m
It's the T- H- E- O- D- O- R- E
E
Send me to Iraq I come
back with don heat
D
Teeth, less than a week,
they be callin' me
Keep with the fists,
E
'cause I sure do cook when it's beef
Verse 3
E
F#m
Yo, what up ? Meet, these,
A
E
D
O.G.'s, po' thieves and
Baller' shit, long biscuits
E
Fuck around, take all your shit
F#m
Call your bluff,
E
y'all faggots don't want no beef
Grind your teeth, and just,
D
roll with it, don't risk it
Fuck around,
E
and be a statistic (yo, yo)
Verse 4
E
F#m
Niggas ask why I use my glock
D
E
'Cause it's 2003, motherfucker,
D
I refuse to box
I'm true to block,
strip you for your shoes and socks
Remove your watch,
E
yo I'ma have to lose your top
F#m
I'm from a place where
chunkheads and zombies dwell
E
And niggas keep they heat blazin'
like Bonzi Wells
D
Don't ever talk to a nigga like
I'm one of your kids
'Cause I'll cock back the mag
E
and pop one in your ribs
F#m
So homeboy, keep runnin' your jibs,
I'ma run in your crib
E
Pistol whip you right
in front of your wiz
D
My nigga, that's how it is,
I get it, just how I live
'Cause me without a gun,
E
is like Queens without the bridge
F#m
Classic cut, this is how a O.G. live
E
Lamp in village,
and still get heard with no spins
D
This is Trife Diesel,
New York's backbone, back home
Black blown, it's Theodore,
E
nigga, fuck your wack stones
Verse 5
E
F#m
Yo, what up ? Meet, these, O.G.'s,
E
D
po' thieves and
Baller' shit, long biscuits
E
Fuck around, take all your shit
F#m
Call your bluff,
E
y'all faggots don't want no beef
Grind your teeth, and just,
D
roll with it, don't risk it
E
Fuck around, and be a statistic
Verse 6
E
F#m
E
Yo, what up ? Meet, these, O.G.'s,
D#m
D
po' thieves and (that's right, it's real!)
Baller' shit,
long biscuits (it's that motherfuckin' Theodore shit)
Fuck around,
E
take all your shit (know what I mean? Staten Island, live shit, y'all)
F#m
Call your bluff, y'all faggots don't want no beef (straight up and down,
E
nothin' but that cutthroat shit))
Grind your teeth, and just,
D
roll with it, don't risk it
E
Fuck around, and be a statistic
F#m
Blowin' niggas back home,
Verse 7
F#m
E
D
you know what I mean?
I don't give a fuck,
we could take it there
E
F#m
Whatever, pence, we got him nigga
E
D
Yeah, now I'ma strangle him dead
No doubt, it's real right
now, motherfucker
E
Y'all niggas done done
it, fuck y'all yeah
F#m
Let me get the fuck
outta this fuckin' booth
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