キー: G minor
Verse 1
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My
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My hookas my bitches, my batch,
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my hookas my bitches, my batch
My peppa, my pistols, my straps,
Verse 2
my oozies my choppas my gats
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Po- po got me twisted how can us
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When these killas out here snitchin'
bendin' conas fa cova'
Just remember tell my
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On top of that the I the are the s
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Now I'm hidin' from the bounty
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hunter man I ain't neva' went to jail
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Vallejo didn't raise no powder puff
I'm dumpin' make believers
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somethin' newspaper readers
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Did he blast first an' ask questions later
a wicked ass earthling
Why did you kidnap that little kid, man
Verse 3
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Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out
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Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out
Em
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Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out
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The highs the speeds the chases,
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My stuggle, my hustle, my pain,
my purpose, my vision, my aim
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After
Verse 4
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I found myself in South Dakota
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All by my self grindin'
an' runnin' the block
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Hustlin' an' slangin' them rocks
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Perkin' an' listen to pac switchin'
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glocks
Sewin' an' stitchin' up cock
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Scheming an' plottin' my knots
Pajamas an' sock home invasion
an' kickin' locks
Jackin' an' robbin' gankin' nig
An' makin' 'em watch
Servin' flour in a drought
I'm in the hot seat anyhow plus
I been done struck out
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Already it's heavy I'm hurtin'
Who got a band- aid
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Somebody dropped a dime an' I was
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[phone rings]
Verse 5
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git it, gotta git gone,
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Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out
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Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out
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the relays the laps the races
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My struggle, my hustle, my pain,
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my purpose, my vision, my aim
Verse 6
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grays the hounds the bussies
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Way out of dodge lost a little weight
but I used to be chubby nigga
Stressin' poppin' pills
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Since I was hills the smithins the slugs
the wessons
Engine block gettin' cracked with some
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Ya get mopped as far as weapons
I ain't neva been no sucka in life
stomach wit a number twice
brought me down to be exact
but up in here
Verse 7
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Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out
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Gotta git it, gotta git gone, git on out
Bm
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Gotta git it. gotta git gone,
git on out
The highs the speeds thew chases,
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the relays the laps the races
Outro 1
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