Tonalidad: Ab major
Verse 1
G
G#5
G
I'm tucked
on the border line
Where I'm picturing stones
I hit the switch,
F
and watch them bitches be gone
G
Get it right figga, I'm in my rear view
'Cause the streets can hear you
Bright moon to steer you,
it's gotta be wild
Get in position 'cause the
G#5
G
streets you'll find
Matter of fact,
I'm on a detail grind
Without no female lies,
G#5
me and my team move
G
Ice like snow storms, the price gets
Verse 2
Tighter than vise grips,
'cause Game is priceless
F
Jammed up with ice picks,
G
no way you can write this
F
Seven on the dices, the
G
F
way that I like shit
G
Catch me in the background
F
holding the MAC now
G
You never back down,
Verse 3
bitch you better back down
G#5
Look in my eyes nigga,
G
tell me what you see
This right here,
F
G
it's for the books like Frasier and Ali
G#5
Strap in ya belt 'cause we
G
takin' the ride
Through this concrete jungle,
where you scratch to survive
Ya gotta, play by the rules 'cause
the wolves is lurkin'
F
Nighttime the streets is quiet,
G
but them wolves is workin'
G#5
You can slip if you want,
G
that's when ya know it's real
Back against the wall,
F
G
that's when ya blow the steel
Verse 4
G#5
Hey yo, I spit that crack,
G
hit you with a freebie
After that, bet you keep
coming back to see me
G#5
G
See me, now picture that
When I'm better than any
other chick that rap
Y'all acting like I ain't never
picked up the bat
Or picked up a MAC,
F
and make a bitch shit in her slacks
G
So try chill and relax, 'til I little spaz
I done filpped chicks for just
trying to give me a dap
Verse 5
G#5
But since boy I take ya jewels,
G
I ain't givin 'em back
And they can investigate me, I
ain't givin' 'em jack
It's neither big,
G#5
G
I bang big for the streets strictly
That's why everywhere I go,
I got beef in the east with me
G#5
Give me ya leaf and the piece is sticky,
G
don't try nothing tricky
I punch you in ya neck,
go tell ya moms to hit me
Custom made khaki's, no,
I'm not sticky
Who told y'all chicks you was
fucking with me
Look in my eyes nigga, tell me what you see
Verse 6
G
This
right here,
F
G
it's for the books like Frasier and Ali
Strap in ya belt 'cause
we takin' the ride
Through this concrete jungle,
where you scratch to survive
Ya gotta, play by the rules 'cause
the wolves is lurkin'
F
G
Nighttime the streets is quiet,
but them wolves is workin'
F
G
You can slip if you want,
F
that's when ya know it's real
G
Back against the wall,
Verse 7
that's when ya blow the steel
G#5
G
Too many hutlers, and not
enough customers
Shit on the hood,
nobody gonna have no love for ya
G#5
G
Losing ya street cred on the real,
you can eat lead
C#
And you don't want no problems,
G
praying that the beef dead
Yo, they brought me back
to strangle the mood
F
The little and Slick Rick neck
I ain't home but few times a day
I be changing my clothes
I want this next generation to know
Verse 8
you brought it back to the essence
So sit back and really think
before you ask any questions
Got this game in the cobra clutch
cowards y'all know what's up
And ya shook what's on this Earth,
I seen so much stuff
I used to roll with Russ,
the doors opened up
Doing big big things like making
clothes and stuff
F
Street master mind, y'all talking asinine
Verse 9
F
G
And I ain't have no choice my
nigga, I had to grind
G#5
I'm known for making moves,
G
labels be baking fools
F
Everything is fixed,
G
it's like people get paid to lose
G#5
G
A few occasions,
my neighbourhood do it major news
Ya boy got more flavor than
Jamaican food
G#5
G
Look in my eyes nigga, tell me what you see
Verse 10
G
This
right here,
F
G
it's for the books like Frasier and Ali
G#5
Strap in ya belt 'cause we
G
takin' the ride
Through this concrete jungle,
where you scratch to survive
Ya gotta, play by the rules 'cause
the wolves is lurkin'
F
Nighttime the streets is quiet,
but them wolves is workin'
You can slip if you want,
that's when ya know it's real
Back against the wall,
F
that's when ya blow the steel
Verse 11
F
Let's slow the process elimination
My niggas out for that mighty Dollar,
What you chasing?
G
I done been where you
trying to go and back again
F
I done seen niggas bang they own niggas
And believe me not an accident,
G
so you think I give a fuck
What you say, how you feel
F
My niggas never tell sh-
G
, but a coward will
Verse 12
G
I used to yap about the Maybach A real nigga
F
in this industry is like
G
a needle in the hay stack
Fresh deodors, what
F
we got before us
Suckers think they flow
G
sick mind is rigor mortis
I don't know who the fuck
ya playing with
Price on ya head could be that
F
G
bitch ya laying with
That'll take you to ya maker,
while I'm in Jamaica
Twistin' up that Celtic green niggas
post like Vin Baker
Look in my eyes nigga, tell me what you see
Verse 13
This
right here,
it's for the books like Frasier and Ali
Strap in ya belt 'cause
we takin' the ride
Through this concrete jungle,
where you scratch to survive
G
Ya gotta, play by the rules
'cause the wolves is lurkin'
F
Nighttime the streets is quiet,
G
but them wolves is workin'
G#
You can slip if you want,
G
that's when ya know it's real
Back against the wall,
Outro 1
that's when ya blow the steel
Ab
G
G
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