Susi: D minor
Verse 1
Bb
Done been through it all, man
Blood, sweat and tears,
niggas is dead and shit
What the fuck else can happen, yo?
I don't think much more, son,
Ebm
Bb
word to mother, yo
We done seen it all,
B
Bb
and been through it all, yo
B
Let y'all niggas know right now
Ebm
Word to mother, for real, for real
Bb
That shit is the truth, I'm not lyin'
Ebm
I put my lifetime in between the
Verse 2
Bb
paper's lines
Ebm
Bb
I'm the quiet storm nigga who fight rhyme
P, yeah, you heard of him,
but I ain't concerned with them
Nigga, I pop more guns than
you holdin' them
Make my route while the sun's
Ebm
out and scold your men
Bb
Ebm
Bb
Unload ten in broad daylight, get right
Fuck your life! Hop on my '98 dirt bike
You try to stop mines from growin'
I'll make your blood stop flowin'
Ebm
Take affirmative action,
Ebm
Now here come the MAC-10
tryin' to speak the Dunn language
What the drilly with that though?
You hooked on Mobb-phonics,
Infamous-bonics
Bb
Ebm
Lyin' to the Pop Dog like you got it
Bb
You ain't no wildin' out for
the Knife-Fist thrower
thrower
Rusty shank holder,
we live this shit
Ebm
'Cause it's the real shit, shit to make 'em
Verse 3
Bb
feel shit
Ebm
Lump 'em in the club shit
Bb
Ebm
Have you wildin' out
when you bump this
Bb
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD,
'cause it's never enough
Verse 4
Bb
It's the real shit, shit to make
'em feel shit
Ebm
Bb
Lump 'em in the club shit
Have you wildin' out
when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD,
'cause it's never enough
Ebm
Yo, the P rock forty inch cables,
Verse 5
Bb
Bb
My chain hang down to my dick,
my piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame,
duke
A nigga like me hold TEC's, are you
the same too?
Ebm
Goin' through the emotion
Bb
Ebm
s of gun holdin'
Bb
Ebm
Long shotgun's down my pants leg,
limpin'
Bb
Killa B, you still livin',
even my pops too
He taught me how to shoot
when I was seven
Ebm
I used to bust shots crazy,
Bb
Ebm
I couldn't even look
Bb
Ebm
Bb
Because the loud sound used to scare me
Ebm
Bb
I love my pops for that,
I love my nigga D. Black
I'll take the life of anybody tryin'
to change what's left
Ebm
And through all of that a nigga
Ebm
Bb
All y'all brand new niggas
just scared to death
I spent too many nights sniffin' coke,
gettin' right
Wastin' my life,
now I'm tryin' to make things right
Ebm
Grand open some gates,
invest in the rag business
Bb
Do things for the kids, the little Dunns
Build a jungle gym behind the crib,
so they can enjoy youth
Ebm
CBR's and VCR's, ATV's and big
screen TV's
Nigga, please don't make me have
to risk my freedom
Bb
We worked our whole life for this,
you get your shit beat in (for real)
Ebm
'Cause it's the real shit, shit to make
Verse 6
Ebm
'em feel shit
Bb
Lump 'em in the club shit
Ebm
Have you wildin' out when
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD,
'cause it's never enough
Verse 7
three to the fourth
That nigga P-Double got got
that shit for y'alls
stirrin' up pots of brew
In hell's kitchen, I chef the impossible
Ebm
To serve hot plates all
across the Unified States
Sit down and sup' with the top
rap reps
Bb
We the streets that's watchin',
boy, move diligent
You better walk like a nigga
Infamous first infantry,
first division, fourth mission
First assignment,
Bb
give 'em that shit they been missin'
My new edition's way bitchin'
Those that listen get
addicted to my diction
I write prescriptions for your disease
Bb
One-thousand one-hundred
CC's on on the throttle
I peel off, chest naked on
Katanas
Spaghetti head,
Mobb niggas is full bred
Fully-blown melanin tone
I rock skeleton bone shirts
and verses
But thirst for worse beats
So I can put more product out on the street
Ebm
Get respect and love all
across the board
We've been adored
for keepin' it raw
I score every time for sure
While the rest of y'all
niggas just nil
Ebm
'Cause it's the real shit, shit to make
Verse 8
Ebm
'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit
Have you wildin' out
when you bump this
Bb
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD,
'cause it's never enough
Ebm
It's the real shit, shit to make
Verse 9
'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit
Have you wildin' out
when you bump this
Bb
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Ebm
Have a nigga OD, 'cause it's never enough (the real,
Bb
hip hop)
Ebm
Bb
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