Acordes de Project Steps
T.i.
T.i.

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Tonalidad: C# minor
Verse 1
Gm
Gm
Old habit die hard huh
Disrespect will not be dis
Dm
Dm
Gm
Gm
regarded partna
You cross dat line I'm
goin' off bout mine
Man woman and child,
Dm
Dm
Gm
Gm
no exception homeboy
Bb
Bb
No disrespect will be tolerated
Gm
Gm
man come hell or high water
You understand that? You bitch!
Bankroll mafia,
Verse 2
hustle gang ova everythang nigga
Gm
Gm
I got fake bitches on my
timeline, ay
Sucka niggas in my rearview
Bb
Bb
Wonder why I'm even wasting
Gm
Gm
my time
Even replying to let you know I don't feel you,
fuck 'em!
Dodging nothin' but a Fed case
Betta know it, tired of holdin'
on to dead weight
Goin' let it go,
ain't no turnin' round lookin' back
I swear to God I'ma drop
a gem like cookin' crack
And sell it hard, I'ma
Dm
Dm
Gm
Gm
Bankhead nigga to the heart, with
Dm
Dm
Gm
Gm
Tote tools on the boulevard
It's young niggas in
a stolen car
Dm
Dm
With expensive am bition and exquis
Gm
Gm
ite pistols we showin' off
Caught that line and we goin' off
And let his mom give a damn,
who you goin' call?
You violatin, we ain't lettin'
nothin' go at all
Dm
Dm
We demonstrate and leave your
Gm
Gm
brains on the fuckin' wall
Dm
Dm
Gm
Gm
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got that
I ain't never been shot at,
Dm
Dm
and I ain't shot back
Gm
Gm
Bossed up in a cool
Dm
Dm
Gm
Gm
whip with a hot gat
And still got stacks from back from "What
you know about that?"
Dm
Dm
Gm
Gm
I'm just a project nigga on the front
Verse 3
Gm
Gm
steps
And gettin' money is the concept
By any means,
and the belt where the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride,
Bb
Bb
Gm
Gm
till ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my business
Handle my business
Try me
Bb
Bb
Gm
Gm
I'ma handle my business
Try me I'ma handle my business, try me
Verse 4
Gm
Gm
I got fake bitches on my timeline and
Dm
Dm
Gm
Gm
Hatin' niggas in my rearview
I got naked bitches in the high rise
On the balcony so they could
get a clear view
Of the city with my dick up in it
But in the morning won't remember which bitch is it,
shit
Ay I'm too rich for this shit but I'm too
real to be tried nigga
Going against me just like
Bb
Bb
Gm
Gm
goin' against God
Bb
Bb
Gm
Gm
Dm
Dm
And I ain't gotta make excuses,
why
Gm
Gm
I don't fuck whoever,
Dm
Dm
whatchu wanna do about it
Gm
Gm
Thought not,
Dm
Dm
Gm
Gm
fuck around get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll down on your ass,
.45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga
I start trippin'
Don't be stickin' to the script,
drive- by audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough,
guess you do it too slow
And by the looks of your stuff,
you ain't doin' enough
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front,
leave you in the dust
Kick in your door masked up like,
"Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just
a little piece of pussy
Betta watch your ass talkin',
Bb
Bb
Gm
Gm
you don't me nigga holdup
Verse 5
Gm
Gm
I'm just a project nigga on the
front steps
And gettin' money is the concept
By any means,
and the belt where the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride,
Bb
Bb
Gm
Gm
til ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my business
Handle my business
Try me
I'ma handle my business
Try me I'ma handle my business
Try me
Dm
Dm
Gm
Gm
All I wanna do is go and chill
Verse 6
Take my mind off the ones
Dm
Dm
Gm
Gm
I wanna go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, love my little girls
Dm
Dm
But I'll still check a bitch like
Gm
Gm
'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't grow into
Dm
Dm
it, I was born with it
Gm
Gm
Used to sell crack to
the children of the corn
I'm the reason why your
Dm
Dm
Gm
Gm
mama warned you
Pray you don't die before you
make it to the street corner
Nigga back! Who am I
Verse 7
Gm
Gm
I'm just a project nigga on
the front steps
And gettin' money is the concept
By any means,
and the belt where the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride,
Bb
Bb
Gm
Gm
til ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my business
Handle my business
Try me
I'ma handle my business
Try me I'ma handle my business
Outro 1
Try me
Gm
Gm
Dm
Dm
Gm
Gm

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