Tonalidad: A minor•
Verse 1
Am
They tell me put the dope down,
Dm
Am
and it won't hurt no more
Dm
But the only thing I really seem to understand,
is murda mo'
Am
They tell me keep my trigga finger easy,
Dm
I'll open up your body
Too many casualties around here,
Am
dead bodies around here
Dm
And I can't get caught up,
preacher can you save me, save me
Verse 2
Am
They said it was gonna get greater later
But now I can't help to think that it ain't
Dm
But a nigga was fed up with this life,
thinking about running over to play
Cross my wrist, every last drop till I faint
Am
Taken out there,
pulling smith for the thangs that I never did
Dm
Coming up as a a young kid
Trying to get rid of all the
animosity towards me
That was shown by the other kids,
Am
what do I do
And why do everybody
want to see a nigga fall
Dm
Mama and daddy can't be found
So when I'm stressed out,
who the fuck can I call
Am
All alone in my zone, with no friends
Dm
So I chose to make friends with drugs
'Cause everyday,
everybody around me
Trying to clown me,
so I got afraid and I got buzzed
Am
Out of frustration came
aggravation
Dm
Depression coming down in my mind
Kept a nigga confused
and straight crying
Dying, from sweet sticks in line
Am
Throwed off in my my mind
Trying to wonder why do Jesus
Dm
let this keep happening
To a nigga that's steady
being on his knees
And I'm begging you please,
Am
have mercy on me
Dm
Find a nigga a better way,
right about now I'm to the point
Somebody better take this
infrared away
Am
'Cause if it go too long,
and I got a piece of chrome
And I want to you to come
Dm
and look and see
The monster that you've created,
Am
look at what you did to me
Verse 3
Am
They tell me how the liquor
Dm
ain't good for me
But it drowns out the vision of my casket
Am
It's either my life or your life,
Dm
that's right
Am
I'm gon let you have it
Dm
Everyday haters, can't understand
The way I move my hands in ways,
Am
not known to man
Dm
'Cause I can't get caught up
Preacher can you save me, save me
Verse 4
Am
Could it be the invisible, individual nigga
That got to get more bigger
Dm
But big got a hand on one hitter,
quarter I got bigger
Motherfucking bombs mo'
Am
skits with a trigga
Shoots gun missiles,
dropping a bomb
Chucking hand grenades,
When I be sleeping on the same bench,
Am
Dm
for nine days
Am
Living off of hot water and cheerios
Here it goes, my click back gotta roll
Dm
Nigga mom was thinking throwed
A twenty four fists apposed to those
They acting like nothing
but bitches and hoes
all a nigga wanted was the good life
Dm
Live in upper class, laying back on my ass
With a maid and a butler
Sipping on a ice cold glass
Am
God damn it, I'ma do it but I had
to start in the deuce
Dm
To 'em, nine plus one that's ten
Better think,
many murders would of been avoided
Am
I just wanted a friend, feel me
But they can't kill me,
cause I don't give a fuck
Dm
If I bust with a gun,
'cause I don't give a damn no mo'
You ain't dealing with the same
motherfucker from three years ago
Am
When a nigga fight fair,
knocking a patch out your hair
But it quickly, from a damn breaking,
Dm
a nigga going crazy
Look at what civilization done made me
Am
This is my era of terror,
I am the man with the gun
That admitted never to miss,
Dm
would of ever miss
When it be busting,
a lot of you gonna be rushing
'Cause a nigga war like this
Am
Innocent child with a smile with
a dream of advanced
Dm
To the top, but I got a gun in your mouth
Am
You want to respect me now,
should of
Respected a nigga when you
had a chance
Haters, been making me into a punk
trying to figure me weak
Dm
Better get ready,
Am
fore' them put zip- locs
And a whole of cops,
and a whole lot of blood stained
Sheets, drunk a lot of beers,
shed a bunch of tears
When I reminisce on them years,
Dm
when I see little boys and girls
Living the life that I wanted to live
Am
Since I really couldn't live with it
It's gonna be hard for the other
Dm
motherfuckers to try
'Cause they dying, hey mama
I want my Tunker toys right now
Am
Don't make me cry,
I don't want to have to kill again
Dm
I kill 'em out, till the world is empty
Look at the the album cover
Outro 1
That's what you did to me
Am
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