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Verse 1
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E
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(Get me) Uh- huh
(They pretty) Uh- huh
E
A
G#m
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(Wit me) Uh- huh
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G#m
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Whoo Uh- huh,
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E
A
uh- huh, yo
Verse 2
fan in the fire
Keep it gully baby boy, share that
Easy when you see me,
get your man clapped
G#m
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Yeah, sealed signed delivered, anthrax
I'll do numbers with half that
Catch me wylin' out with a mam
Yeah, if it's somethin'
I'm feelin' you runnin' that
And we don't let a thing slide baby,
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G#m
Havoc make tracks, didn't know,
E
A
Career ain't goin' so well, I got that
Slide you some hot shit, nigga
it's a wrap
Verse 3
me
9's, they pretty
See me on the streets,
them gorillas they, wit me
Bills in the pockets,
G#m
A
know them things is, crispy
A
G#m
Y'all not known for bustin'
Verse 4
talk to him
A
G#m
I'm hungry, niggas is eat in' fo'
Either you shook or your 9 spray
E
A
You got a row of sixteen and a clip,
G#m
E
A
one in the head around my way
Fuck with my money
Dumped off the bridge,
body mopped the fuck up
When them Mobb Deep boys creep
or pop the fuck up
There ain't a nigga that
can cramp my style
Fifteen get money, livin' frozen out
You cowards softer than a bitch,
get a baby wipe
'Fore I show you what the
A
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Want beef muh'fucker come and get me
A
G#m
All this rap in the booth,
Verse 5
E
me
9's, they pretty
See me on the streets,
them gorillas they, wit me
Verse 6
them things is, crispy
E
Hey hey
pound in a glass
Puffin' my haze,
G#m
E
missed with that dro and sprinkled some hash
A
G#m
How I roll? Why would you ask?
G#m
E
pocket full of G's, gun in the stash
with the badge
E
A
That's why when you kick that gangsta rap,
homie I just laugh
From the ave, where snitches get blast
They say, no Noyd, you won't
blow makin' songs like that
I say, homie you sell your soul to glitter,
I don't get no bigger,
I'ma keep it realer to death
Fuck is a check if you ain't
gun on the deck
Countin' the gang that snaps,
E
A
think how many straps and vests
We hate the E- mails and the phones,
Verse 7
me
9's, they pretty
them gorillas they, wit me
Bills in the pockets,
G#m
E
know them things is, crispy
Y'all want it wit us
don't get carried away
Verse 8
A
they no joke
G#m
A
They blood- thirsty for that rap music yo
It's not a song,
it's a goddamn bomb fittin' to blow
They not a group,
they a muh'fuckin' gang for sho'
we more like a troop and oh
E'rytime we drop a new one
the streets gon' go
cause we don't play with that there
They know it's safe to spend they
money over here
E'rytime they cop from somebody else,
Get 'em all higher than Scotty
They know it's safe to spend
Verse 9
me
9's, they pretty
them gorillas they, wit me
them things is, crispy
them guns
carried away
Outro 1
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G#m
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