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