Susi: E minor
Verse 1
Em
What's up? It's your boy
Psycho Nip coming real for the Nino Fever.
G
Em
G
Em
So fuck Wally Klaver.
G
Em
Nigga, I never had shit
in my motherfuckin' life
So what the fuck is a father nigga,
my I'm Big Shot, no Lexus,
no Pinto, no Ronco, no Caddy
G
And plus I had to chill or kill
Ava, my sister, I was the only boy
Christmas was a time
where the psycho never got a toy
14 years old, hooked up with
Louis A. Rowland
G
Slangin' tapes all over Texas,
the money was fold
the psycho had to win
I'm 26 now, so I guess that
was cool for back then
Kept lockin' dollars, the amount,
who knows
to buy me and my sister school
Em
clothes
All through junior high, fool, nigga, what?
I can't forget I used to make them dollars
on them candy trucks
Can't blame mama if she had it,
she would
Em
and mama did all that she could
High school rhyme rumbles, plus
Outside lunchtime,
that's when them
Buster's rhymes got crushed
Sir N .I .P. Jones, Lord of the Rhyme
Em
I was rappin' psychopathic at that time
Drop out of school, smelled the aroma
I guess it really wasn't meant
for this young G to get a diploma
Stop working broke my nigga, I said damn
fucking quarter
Uncle Uncle Sam,
you never gave a damn
Uncle Sam, Uncle Sam,
you never gave a damn
Uncle Sam, Uncle Sam,
you never gave a damn
G
So why should I give a damn,
Em
why should I give a damn?
Uncle Sam, Uncle Sam,
you never gave a damn
Uncle Sam, Uncle Sam,
you never gave a damn
Uncle Sam, Uncle Sam,
you never gave a damn
G
So why should I give a damn,
Em
why should I give a damn?
Back on South Park streets,
no love for my enemies
I won four rap contests at Club Infinity
Hooked up with Scarface,
the nigga that killed C
G
My nigga hooked me up with Lil' J,
Em
just like a real G J put me down from
the heart like a chest wound
He heard me rappin',
signed a psyche in the restroom
Fool, in South Park ain't a
motherfuckin' thing equal
Em
Nigga, I never willingly kill my people
With a strap, never capped,
down from the scrap
Locked me up for 20 years,
devil for smugglin' these hard raps
Don't jack no blacks in a tussle
G
Em
As any nigga, I stay down for the scuffle
Just like a pit in a big chain
Passengers, they panic
when he ran loose in a big plane
Anyway, South Park cycle just dropped
G
My al bum got no promotion,
Em
hit Billboard, give me my props
Nineteen straight weeks, no radio, no video
It was that nip that you saw on Arsenio
Psychic thoughts are what I conceive
G
Second al bum just dropped,
second time on Billboard
Made some money, bought a B -Malay
Bought my momma a townhouse,
so now you know the rich stay paid
Conda on my feet, so now I say it damn
Em
I couldn't get a quarter from Uncle Sam
G
Em
G
So why should I give a damn,
Em
why should I give a damn?
Why would you come in a hostile style
to try to kill me?
Nigga, trigger,
Bm
if he's small or bigger,
G
Em
manifest a wicked grave
Nigga, burn him in holy water,
axe a car, another break him up
Dissect him in and out, he die,
somebody wake him up
Bm
Brothers around the world
stay true to the game,
Niggas buy some heat,
Bm
pay attention to the weather change
G
Bm
Come together on the other man,
no jockin' him
Niggas come out to play at
the Million Man
Niggas say Robert Muhammad
is the children's insurance
Too much love for Cornell X,
you know there's love for
Brother Lawrence
Attack him, jack him like you
do not give a damn
G
Psycho newbie to the youth,
Em
don't you show no love for Un cle Sam
Uncle Sam, Uncle Sam,
you never gave a damn
Uncle Sam, Uncle Sam,
you never gave a damn
Uncle Sam, Uncle Sam,
ain't finna make you rich
G
So why should I give a damn,
Em
why should I give a damn
Uncle Sam, Uncle Sam,
you never gave a damn
Uncle Sam, Uncle Sam,
you never gave a damn
Uncle Sam, Uncle Sam,
you never gave a damn
Am
C
So why should I give a damn?
G
Em
Why should I give a damn?
Why should I give a damn?
Bm
Em
We ain't never had shit
Bm
Y 'all brought us over here
Em
We wasn't asked to be brought over here
Y 'all cheaters
You come over here, you treat us like that
You tax us for everything
G
And then you look like everything's
just strings
Everything is really deranged
Bm
G
Em
G
Em
Your daddy had to struggle with knife
and to get rich
Fuck Uncle Sal,
nigga you never did shit for South Park
What the fuck you do for South Park?
What the fuck you do for anywhere
Em
Bm
Em
But take shit, taking war,
make them a motherfucking war,
false gods, that type of shit,
you know what saying?
G
But we gotta live through that,
Em
we get crazy on the rhyme thing,
or on the hood thing,
you know what I'm saying?
Get crazy when brothers bang,
you know what I'm saying?
G
I got love, around the world,
especially for my little girl.
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