キー: G# minor•
Verse 1
G#m
D#
It's a story about two brothers,
Rob and Vic
Forced to fend for themselves
of New York City
Verse 2
I couldn't care to count
Just snatch ''em up quick
If he scream, I'ma put him out
in some big amounts
without carin'
If money speak,
that explain the voices I've been hearin'
Yo god he moved, but I lied
Damn, there's our sick stick-
up turned homicide
Is you with me I'ma slide
Verse 3
had to get our game plan together
ain't lastin' us forever
Desperate, on the edge with no place to go
Verse 4
we stuck up everyone we know
G#m
For the love of money,
people will steal from their mother
people will kill their own brother
Verse 5
my heart skip a beat
I'm paranoid,
every face I see I think he after me
gettin' work from this large cat
But since we know where he rest
Son frontin so hard
Heard he had a hundred g's
alone on his gold card
cash in her blouse
She said he the mad stash
at the house
Couldn't pass up a
Anyway on our way there,
I'm feelin' bad vibes
Yo kid don't say that
That's when we bumped heads
up on atlantic
The way them niggas lookin'
god they drivin' mad frantic
What?
I jump back and bust ''em
Shots through they windshield,
they ain't wearin' shield
wheel it's the way I feel
In a state to kill I want to watch him die!
Wait and chill
In a bed- stuy elevator,
got off the fifth floor
kick the door!
Off the hinges
Bust shots right
His gun jammed
He tried to run and, reach for a knife
Shot him in the leg
So think about your life
He said, "I'll tell you just
don't shoot black!"
With the sight of fear,
To the basement, and in someway,
he had a trap door in the pavement
Smacked him with the gun,
kicked him out the way
Now hear come the bitch,
talkin' bout her share of the wealth
So we put her and the hus
Verse 6
And we went for self
people will rob from each other
For the love of money,
people will kill their own brother
Verse 7
Word, the plan was splendid
'cept we got all this money,
and can't even spend it
Yea yea
And be outta this place
So much dirt and shit we did
it's hard to show our face
down to miami
'cause most those cats
we crabbed was like family
nah it can't be true
I'm startin' to see in you
'member when we had the new lex
drinkin' stout
Thinkin' bout, what we gonna do next,
we used to work tight
Hopin everything will go right,
with the snow white
Up to this day it was all tight
Man, fuck that!
You my little brother and
we came out the same pussy
you fucked up my money!
Nah, the money fucked you! up
Tryin' to say the money changed me?
you got a gun in my face see
What?!
How can one tiny mistake,
make you wanna erase me
that's why they raided the block
Now how the fuck I'm 'sposed
to know the undercover was a cop
Son you been fuckin'
with them niggas!
this bullshit slide
Nigga I ain't puttin' down shit
I'm tellin you let's just chill man
Fuck that nigga!
What nigga? it gotta be this way!
It don't gotta be like this man!
It gotta be nigga!
Think I won't? fuck you!
You know you ain't gon' do it!
Fuck you!
G#m
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