キー: F# minor
Intro 1
C
Bm
G
Bm
C
Bm
G
Bm
C
Bm
G
Bm
C
Verse 1
Dm
Bb
C
We never heard of yo clique but they heard of us
Dm
They put em down,
Bb
C
we liftin them burners up
Dm
You keep sayin word to your mother
Bb
C
but word to what?
Dm
I don't give a fuck about
Bb
C
none of these niggas
Dm
I turn it up,
Bb
C
Dm
Come on, come on, killas
Here go my cup,
Bb
C
give me some more liquor
Dm
Open this back window,
Bb
let me dump on niggas
C
It's my era,
Bb
C
I'm bout to turn it up on niggas
Verse 2
Dm
Bb
Peace to the New York Knickerbockers,
C
the plot got thicker
Dm
Cuz now they got the Brooklyn
Bb
C
Net s and Barclays Center
Dm
Hel lo Mrs. and Mr.,
Bb
C
cousins, brothers and sisters
Dm
Ladies and gentlemen,
Bb
C
children prisons of finger printers
Dm
Snakes who like to slither,
Bb
C
wolves, monkeys, gorillas
Dm
Vet erans and beginners,
Bb
C
righteous people and sinners
Dm
Gamblers, losers and winners,
Bb
C
ice grillers and grinners
Dm
Hope you all some good swimmers
Bb
C
cuz I'm as deep as the river
Dm
I'm the bad guy,
Bb
C
just like the Joker and Riddler
Dm
Bad as Mike in his prime,
Bb
C
man in the mirror in Thriller
Dm
You ain't a real man,
Bb
C
Dm
you can't even use the shitter
You a pussycat,
Bb
C
you probably got kitty litter
Dm
Bb
Kill rich niggas in chinchilla
C
Dm
Representing for the wig- splitters
Bb
C
and skid bit ters who gets realer
Dm
Bb
Like Beenie Man, carjack a bitch nigga
C
Bb
Who got the keys to the Jeep?
C
Sim Simmer
Verse 3
Dm
Bb
We never heard of yo clique
C
but they heard of us
Dm
They put em down,
Bb
C
we liftin them burners up
Dm
You keep sayin word to your mother
Bb
C
but word to what?
Dm
I don't give a fuck about
Bb
C
none of these niggas
Dm
I turn it up,
Bb
C
Dm
Come on, come on, killas
Here go my cup,
Bb
C
give me some more liquor
Dm
Open this back window,
Bb
let me dump on niggas
C
It's my era,
Bb
C
I'm bout to turn it up on niggas
Verse 4
Dm
When my oral deliver
Bb
C
it's such a moral dilemma
Dm
I don't quarrel with quitters,
Bb
C
I give em sorrow and shimmers
Dm
You think your artists is iller just
Bb
C
cause his car from the dealer?
Dm
This music char is bitter,
Bb
C
cause yall some horrible spitters
Dm
When I swallow the liquor,
Bb
C
I write a marvelous scripture
Dm
Start drawing a picture cause
Bb
C
I'm immortal my nigga
Dm
Beef is played out so
Bb
C
I don't bother with niggas
Dm
But as long as it's tender I
Bb
C
eat your squad up for dinner
Dm
Put my palms on the trigger
Bb
C
and shoot you all in yo liver
Dm
In jure all of you niggas,
Bb
C
I'm cool and calm as a killer
Dm
Your man styling from fingers,
Bb
C
man who are you? Vanilla
Dm
Ice - I'm Suge Knight,
Bb
C
hang em off the balcony with ya
Dm
Since I deserve scrilla, I learned
Bb
C
to flip birds quicker
Dm
Had to hit curves with the hustler
Bb
C
s and to emerge richer
Dm
Bb
Back when Dipset was
sippin sizzurp nigga
C
Bb
My jewelery was black and yellow just
C
Bb
like the Pittsburgh Steelers
Dm
Bb
C
We never heard of yo clique but they heard of us
Verse 5
Dm
They put em down,
Bb
C
we liftin them burners up
Dm
You keep sayin word to your mother
Bb
C
but word to what?
Dm
I don't give a fuck about
Bb
C
none of these niggas
Dm
I turn it up,
Bb
C
Dm
Come on, come on, killas
Here go my cup,
Bb
C
give me some more liquor
Dm
Open this back window,
Bb
let me dump on niggas
C
It's my era,
Bb
C
I'm bout to turn it up on niggas
Verse 6
Dm
I'm on that money train,
Bb
making dead president stops
C
Dm
Robbed the liquor store just
Bb
C
so we can get some Ciroc
Dm
Bb
Ate Corn Flakes, no Fruity Pebbles and Pops
C
Dm
Got chased by the stray dogs when I
Bb
C
fled though the block
Dm
Bought a 50- cent razor,
Bb
C
now I'm ready to rock
Dm
I step to your block with
Bb
C
a George Jefferson bop
Dm
I cut him cross peddle bike,
Bb
C
he bled to his socks
Dm
Cuz Miles didn't have a chain
Bb
when I peddled and popped
C
Dm
My leather bomber was better
Bb
C
than that pleather you rocked
Dm
I wore old bomber way before
Bb
C
Dm
Michelle and Barack
Bb
I heard up North you wasn't reppin a lot
C
Dm
You never caught a 10- 3, you
Bb
respected the cops
C
Dm
How you gon use that jail
Bb
shit to try to get to the top?
C
Dm
You woke up in PC, never
Bb
C
slept in a box
Dm
Bb
He said he hungry so I fed him the ox
C
Bb
My gun is like an independent record label,
C
Heckler and Koch
Verse 7
Dm
Bb
We never heard of yo clique
C
but they heard of us
Dm
They put em down,
Bb
C
we liftin them burners up
Dm
You keep sayin word to your mother
Bb
C
but word to what?
Dm
I don't give a fuck about
Bb
C
none of these niggas
Dm
I turn it up,
Bb
C
Dm
Come on, come on, killas
Here go my cup,
Bb
C
give me some more liquor
Dm
Open this back window,
Bb
let me dump on niggas
C
It's my era,
Bb
C
I'm bout to turn it up on niggas
Verse 8
Dm
Turn up
Bb
C
Now I come back
Dm
Bb
C
Keep it underground hardcore
Dm
Turn up
Bb
C
Now I come back
Dm
Bb
C
Keep it underground hardcore
Dm
Turn up
Bb
C
Now I come back
Dm
Bb
C
Keep it underground hardcore
Dm
Turn up
Bb
C
Bb
C
Papoose, Papoose
Dm
Bb
C
Dm
Bb
C
Dm
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