Bulletproof diariesによるコード
The Game

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キー: G minor

Verse 1
Em Em 
 
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Em Em 
 
Sit in the chair, yeah,
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Em Em 
 
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yeah
Em Em 
 
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Uh- huh, yeah
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Sit my alligator jacket on the flo'
Let that xxxx crawl
around, whattup game?
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Em Em 
 
How are you my nigga?
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Let's get this money, you heard? money in zip duffle bags,
shotgun shells
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My killas gorillas,
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Em Em 
 
niggaz couldn't see 'em with gazelles
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Frontin xxx niggaz, go hang with pharrell
Em Em 
 
Tryin to be a (cowboy), you catch
bullets like terrell
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Owens, call it t.o.,
he leakin like a project sink
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G G 
 
Em Em 
 
Busted open like a hot dog link
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Bing, it gave me time to think yeah,
I did my xxxxxx prison thing
Em Em 
 
Came out still on point, like the rza rings
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I'm from compton but my
inkpen live in queens
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Rep the dub like wu- tang,
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and I got (killa bees) (respect)
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Black wall mafia,
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new millennium genevieves
Got a million dollars say lebron
don't win a ring (word?)
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I know kobe, I be on the floor,
"kobe! "
Em Em 
 
You know a nigga that
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can score 81? show me
Em Em 
 
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I got a  (cuban link) to a xxxxxx o.g.
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And nigga you're too close,
what the xxxxx tryna blow me? (back up)
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This the face off (respect the don) diamonds
Em Em 
 
all in  the charm
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(Iced out) where you be?
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(the strip club throwin ones)
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Where you from? (new york,
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Em Em 
 
where you from?) californ'
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(Big sharks) me too (swimmin in a pile of  ones)yeah nigga,
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F#m F#m 
 
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Em Em 
 
tomorrow man
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Goin to take you to go buy some 18- kar
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at  gold golf clubs nigga
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Em Em 
 
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In the bronxthis the face off (respect the dons,
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hundred thousand on the arms)
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Son where you be? (under palm trees stayin
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G G 
 
warm)
(Who you be?) raekwon, who
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Em Em 
 
is you? (amaz- on)
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I'm a keep it (compton) staten ('til the day
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F#m F#m 
 
is done)geah, frontin on us nigga, it's like
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Em Em 
 
It's like racin a nigga in afghanistan
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Em Em 
 
to go get some oil nigga
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You gon' xxxx around and get your head burnti'm a new york dinosaur,
staten island artifact
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Hip- hop's never dead,
Em Em 
 
the (cuban) gave 'em heart attacks
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Sleep in the woods,
Em Em 
 
target cats come from under the v's
Sneeze wrong, course I'm clappin
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Keep it movin homeboy, the mac's
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always act in
Spit in your face,
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Em Em 
 
go 'head lil' baby rappers
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Can't xxxx with us convicts,
stat- land
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It's like actions,
cliques'll die right with traction
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It's wall street money and
two gunny's
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Slammers is extra chunky, yeah,
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me and my red monkeys
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Silverback sales are few donkeys,
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all of us live comfy
Blow your head off like lunch meat
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Chef in the game run the country
Em Em 
 
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Take over the world little girl,
better stay out our brunch meetin
Em Em 
 
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Fuck with they paper their gun squeezin
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Off top, leak from the cop, them nigga jumped,
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Am Am 
 
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this is front seasonyo, man yo game man
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Em Em 
 
Let these niggaz know man f'real man
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We official man
Em Em 
 
They wan' be readin our autobiographies in a minute,
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Em Em 
 
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ya heard? (yo what  if I was from compton?) what if I was from staten?
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I'd be king kong knockin down the buildings in
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manhattan
(Gorilla warfare) shootouts, real
block shit
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West coast assassin on
some real 2pac shit
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My style's smokin like,
after a glock spit
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G G 
 
Game get the blood money,
Em Em 
 
xxxx xxxxxxx and pop cris'
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Style like it's new year's,
cause this a new year
Em Em 
 
Look at the tracks,
either bigfoot or the game been through here
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The benjamins won't stop,
Em Em 
 
and neither would a chrome glock
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I kill a fire- breathin dragon
with a dome shot
Em Em 
 
G G 
 
Come through your hood in a chevy malibu,
on stocks
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We had a meetin before we got here,
and xxxx gon' pop
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Heads gon' roll, patron gon' spill
Em Em 
 
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Fitted caps gettin peeled like
the chrome on the wheels
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Got a half a  mil', sing
your wounds won't heal
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Em Em 
 
I   declare war, nigga who gon' deal? yeah,
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Em Em 
 
y'all know what time it is man
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Em Em 
 
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"Bulletproof diary" nigga, for real
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Em Em 
 
Many may read this man
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A lot of niggaz might not make it home,
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you heard?
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We speak for the real ones man,
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for the churchmen man
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Bm Bm 
 
All them real general  niggaz man
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All them niggaz that's
out there man
Don't get no rest or none of that
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man, for real
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Em Em 
 
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The chef nigga, game whattup baby?
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I love you, ya heard? superman lover
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over here for you baby
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You know how we do it,
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Em Em 
 
we go all over the xxxxxx world man
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Em Em 
 
Get a lot of bread man, word up,
hun'ned my nigga
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Em Em 
 
We take you to boca chica or some'n man,
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Em Em 
 
knahmsayin?
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Em Em 
 
Sip on some motherfuckin, don julio or some'n,
y'knahmsayin?
With two foul rings on,
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Em Em 
 
y'knahmsayin?
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Em Em 
 
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Couple of mean guatemalians with us
Half guatemala,
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half somalian nigga
Niggaz ain't seen them colors man