Tonalidad: C# minor•
Verse 1
B
C#m
Yo, who the fuck brought
B
me this chocolate shit, man?
A
I said a banana Nutriment, man
Ya'll heard the fuck I said, I gave you
B
I wrote it on the fuckin' paper, man
C#m
Ya'll muthafuckas always fuck around and
A
B
forgettin' something and shit
Smart dumb niggaz and shit,
A
runnin' around here and shit
Ya'll niggaz need to wisen up, man, yo
B
Fuck that special ed, shit
Verse 2
B
C#m
I said Big O, hydro- face,
pass me the sazone, it's on
B
There go son, tap out the hash bone
A
Half moon, he rock,
three's fourth quarter length
No jewels, no rocks,
B
it's not worth the spotlight
C#m
His gun tool, was a half a hill
B
That's a six digit slip be hind five sticks,
A
eatin' steel, fuck him
We gon' we gon' get our money
If he front, they gon' read
B
about the rocks in his tummy
Mouth was red,
C#m
socks was bloody, fuck all the talkin'
B
Safety off and shit, crept out,
"What up money? Freeze!"
A
Don't move, turn around,
act like James Brown
B
And get down! Get slapped
with the put down
C#m
Wasn't you the same clown? Uptown,
yappin'
B
I keep big Shirley on my side,
so What's Happenin'?
A
Try eatin' these shells,
they non fattening
After you digest gat,
B
I'ma stomp you bastards
So take that, blow, blaow! Ghost,
C#m
B
he still breathing
A
Blow, blow! Anything after that
it don't matter
Your homies and your close relatives
B
Even them nosy ass
pigs'll get splattered
C#m
It's the T- H- E- O- D- O- R- E
B
Send me to Iraq I come
back with don heat
A
Teeth, less than a week,
they be callin' me
Keep with the fists,
B
'cause I sure do cook when it's beef
Verse 3
B
C#m
Yo, what up ? Meet, these,
E
B
A
O.G.'s, po' thieves and
Baller' shit, long biscuits
B
Fuck around, take all your shit
C#m
Call your bluff,
B
y'all faggots don't want no beef
Grind your teeth, and just,
A
roll with it, don't risk it
Fuck around,
B
and be a statistic (yo, yo)
Verse 4
B
C#m
Niggas ask why I use my glock
A
B
'Cause it's 2003, motherfucker,
A
I refuse to box
I'm true to block,
strip you for your shoes and socks
Remove your watch,
B
yo I'ma have to lose your top
C#m
I'm from a place where
chunkheads and zombies dwell
B
And niggas keep they heat blazin'
like Bonzi Wells
A
Don't ever talk to a nigga like
I'm one of your kids
'Cause I'll cock back the mag
B
and pop one in your ribs
C#m
So homeboy, keep runnin' your jibs,
I'ma run in your crib
B
Pistol whip you right
in front of your wiz
A
My nigga, that's how it is,
I get it, just how I live
'Cause me without a gun,
B
is like Queens without the bridge
C#m
Classic cut, this is how a O.G. live
B
Lamp in village,
and still get heard with no spins
A
This is Trife Diesel,
New York's backbone, back home
Black blown, it's Theodore,
B
nigga, fuck your wack stones
Verse 5
B
C#m
Yo, what up ? Meet, these, O.G.'s,
B
A
po' thieves and
Baller' shit, long biscuits
B
Fuck around, take all your shit
C#m
Call your bluff,
B
y'all faggots don't want no beef
Grind your teeth, and just,
A
roll with it, don't risk it
B
Fuck around, and be a statistic
Verse 6
B
C#m
B
Yo, what up ? Meet, these, O.G.'s,
Bbm
A
po' thieves and (that's right, it's real!)
Baller' shit,
long biscuits (it's that motherfuckin' Theodore shit)
Fuck around,
B
take all your shit (know what I mean? Staten Island, live shit, y'all)
C#m
Call your bluff, y'all faggots don't want no beef (straight up and down,
B
nothin' but that cutthroat shit))
Grind your teeth, and just,
A
roll with it, don't risk it
B
Fuck around, and be a statistic
C#m
Blowin' niggas back home,
Verse 7
C#m
B
A
you know what I mean?
I don't give a fuck,
we could take it there
B
C#m
Whatever, pence, we got him nigga
B
A
Yeah, now I'ma strangle him dead
No doubt, it's real right
now, motherfucker
B
Y'all niggas done done
it, fuck y'all yeah
C#m
Let me get the fuck
outta this fuckin' booth
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