Tonalidad: F minor•
Verse 1
Fm
Aiyyo it's the immaculate
conception Busta Bus himself
And nuttin other than the godfather,
spectacular X to the Zizzle
Verse 2
Fm
That's what the fuck it is, 'nuff said
Verse 3
C
Fm
C
YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!
Fm
I wanna see you motherfuckers
put your hands up
Verse 4
C
Stretch bitch like you doin
aerobics motherfucker
C
Ab
Fm
C
Fm
Thought you was a tough guy? (BOOM!) When I put one right in ya head,
C
Fm
now tell me what you think you is now
(A top dollar
biller, a Rottweiler, a killer)
(Slap the shit out a nigga tryin
to copy my style)
Verse 5
Fm
Check it I got
C
cars (many) switches (many) hoes
and (many) bitches
Fm
(Many) huh, bodies that's buried in holes
of many ditches
(Many, many) homes,
C
plenty chrome up on my whip
(Plenty) stop for you make me run up on
your block and cock the semi
Fm
C
Ready, any, nigga front I hold it steady
Fm
I (cock) back (pop) the ratchet
and spill your spaghetti
C
HUH! Properties or blocks,
Fm
we control 'em
(Many, many) glocks know how I
kill all your soldiers Freddy
C
My machete (huh) will cut niggaz like
I ain't really like 'em
(Ha!) Then carve a nigga meat
Fm
deep like I'm killin a bison
Verse 6
HUH! Tyson,
C
animal instinct the way I will beat you
Fm
Got (many) shots and (plenty) spots
for them bullets to eat you
Ab
C
(Ha!) See through (huh) them holes them
bullets'll leave in between you
(Ha!) It seems you,
Fm
C
Fm
got left to die slow all up inside the venue
C
Fm
Yup! Yo
Orangutangin slangin, I'm
C
hangin over the edge
Fm
I rock two 40 glocks, I call
'em Barney and Fred
Ab
I stay hungry like I'm only
C
fed water and bread
Fm
The king of the castle get at
you, screamin off witcha head
Ab
Brutal bustin, it's the X to the Z,
C
we chart climbin
Fm
C
Fm
You see my name next to that diamond,
it's all timin
Hit you in the stomach,
with somethin your face and feet'll
be touchin to have your bones
start crackin and bustin
To my women who be workin
C
them jeans with fat asses
Rich Itala heels,
Fm
Roberto Cavali glasses
Ab
Come to my hideout,
C
let me pimp your ride out
Verse 7
Fm
Hit your backside,
C
tear your spine out and slide out
Fm
(HUHHH!) Yeah,
C
cause my grind don't quit
Fm
I'm a walkin franchise with
them extra clips
I keep the bread roll thick,
C
do lines so sick
Fm
C
that you can cut 'em with a razor blade,
Fm
sniff the shit, c'mon
C
Verse 8
Fm
C
Fm
Yeah,
check it
C
I tell you (no lie) bitch nigga you
Fm
(gon' die - kill or be killed!)
Or get bodied just because you (walked by
- nigga be still!)
Verse 9
C
'Fore the trigger go off and a
Fm
(shot fly) and the shit'll be ill
If the shot turn your stomach
to a (pot pie) nigga we spill
C
A little liquor for the homey
Fm
muh'fucka (WE STILL)
C
Fm
'll make a nigga leak blood,
C
'til he need a (REFILL)
Fm
C
You try to be a tough guy,
Fm
and complicate what I build
C
Fm
Somebody don't beat the shit out this
muh'fucka (WE WILL!)
Verse 10
C
Asthmatic, dramatic,
Fm
fold you like a Kraftmatic
Ab
Heavy metal press hittin your chest
Fm
like a train wreck
Command respect,
C
Fm
throw it one time for your set on deck
Niggaz you never forget
C
I set up precedents, homey you never snitch,
hide the evidence
Fm
C
Dummies dig ditches,
Fm
they dy in for dead presidents
The big screen make 'em seem
C
large like an elephant
Fm
C
Fm
But in real life they so soft and so
Outro 1
delicate
Fm
Ab
Fm
C
Fm
Db
Fm
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