키: F# minor
Intro 1
F
Em
C
Em
F
Em
C
Em
F
Em
C
Em
F
Verse 1
Gm
Eb
F
We never heard of yo clique but they heard of us
Gm
They put em down,
Eb
F
we liftin them burners up
Gm
You keep sayin word to your mother
Eb
F
but word to what?
Gm
I don't give a fuck about
Eb
F
none of these niggas
Gm
I turn it up,
Eb
F
Gm
Come on, come on, killas
Here go my cup,
Eb
F
give me some more liquor
Gm
Open this back window,
Eb
let me dump on niggas
F
It's my era,
Eb
F
I'm bout to turn it up on niggas
Verse 2
Gm
Eb
Peace to the New York Knickerbockers,
F
the plot got thicker
Gm
Cuz now they got the Brooklyn
Eb
F
Net s and Barclays Center
Gm
Hel lo Mrs. and Mr.,
Eb
F
cousins, brothers and sisters
Gm
Ladies and gentlemen,
Eb
F
children prisons of finger printers
Gm
Snakes who like to slither,
Eb
F
wolves, monkeys, gorillas
Gm
Vet erans and beginners,
Eb
F
righteous people and sinners
Gm
Gamblers, losers and winners,
Eb
F
ice grillers and grinners
Gm
Hope you all some good swimmers
Eb
F
cuz I'm as deep as the river
Gm
I'm the bad guy,
Eb
F
just like the Joker and Riddler
Gm
Bad as Mike in his prime,
Eb
F
man in the mirror in Thriller
Gm
You ain't a real man,
Eb
F
Gm
you can't even use the shitter
You a pussycat,
Eb
F
you probably got kitty litter
Gm
Eb
Kill rich niggas in chinchilla
F
Gm
Representing for the wig- splitters
Eb
F
and skid bit ters who gets realer
Gm
Eb
Like Beenie Man, carjack a bitch nigga
F
Eb
Who got the keys to the Jeep?
F
Sim Simmer
Verse 3
Gm
Eb
We never heard of yo clique
F
but they heard of us
Gm
They put em down,
Eb
F
we liftin them burners up
Gm
You keep sayin word to your mother
Eb
F
but word to what?
Gm
I don't give a fuck about
Eb
F
none of these niggas
Gm
I turn it up,
Eb
F
Gm
Come on, come on, killas
Here go my cup,
Eb
F
give me some more liquor
Gm
Open this back window,
Eb
let me dump on niggas
F
It's my era,
Eb
F
I'm bout to turn it up on niggas
Verse 4
Gm
When my oral deliver
Eb
F
it's such a moral dilemma
Gm
I don't quarrel with quitters,
Eb
F
I give em sorrow and shimmers
Gm
You think your artists is iller just
Eb
F
cause his car from the dealer?
Gm
This music char is bitter,
Eb
F
cause yall some horrible spitters
Gm
When I swallow the liquor,
Eb
F
I write a marvelous scripture
Gm
Start drawing a picture cause
Eb
F
I'm immortal my nigga
Gm
Beef is played out so
Eb
F
I don't bother with niggas
Gm
But as long as it's tender I
Eb
F
eat your squad up for dinner
Gm
Put my palms on the trigger
Eb
F
and shoot you all in yo liver
Gm
In jure all of you niggas,
Eb
F
I'm cool and calm as a killer
Gm
Your man styling from fingers,
Eb
F
man who are you? Vanilla
Gm
Ice - I'm Suge Knight,
Eb
F
hang em off the balcony with ya
Gm
Since I deserve scrilla, I learned
Eb
F
to flip birds quicker
Gm
Had to hit curves with the hustler
Eb
F
s and to emerge richer
Gm
Eb
Back when Dipset was
sippin sizzurp nigga
F
Eb
My jewelery was black and yellow just
F
Eb
like the Pittsburgh Steelers
Gm
Eb
F
We never heard of yo clique but they heard of us
Verse 5
Gm
They put em down,
Eb
F
we liftin them burners up
Gm
You keep sayin word to your mother
Eb
F
but word to what?
Gm
I don't give a fuck about
Eb
F
none of these niggas
Gm
I turn it up,
Eb
F
Gm
Come on, come on, killas
Here go my cup,
Eb
F
give me some more liquor
Gm
Open this back window,
Eb
let me dump on niggas
F
It's my era,
Eb
F
I'm bout to turn it up on niggas
Verse 6
Gm
I'm on that money train,
Eb
making dead president stops
F
Gm
Robbed the liquor store just
Eb
F
so we can get some Ciroc
Gm
Eb
Ate Corn Flakes, no Fruity Pebbles and Pops
F
Gm
Got chased by the stray dogs when I
Eb
F
fled though the block
Gm
Bought a 50- cent razor,
Eb
F
now I'm ready to rock
Gm
I step to your block with
Eb
F
a George Jefferson bop
Gm
I cut him cross peddle bike,
Eb
F
he bled to his socks
Gm
Cuz Miles didn't have a chain
Eb
when I peddled and popped
F
Gm
My leather bomber was better
Eb
F
than that pleather you rocked
Gm
I wore old bomber way before
Eb
F
Gm
Michelle and Barack
Eb
I heard up North you wasn't reppin a lot
F
Gm
You never caught a 10- 3, you
Eb
respected the cops
F
Gm
How you gon use that jail
Eb
shit to try to get to the top?
F
Gm
You woke up in PC, never
Eb
F
slept in a box
Gm
Eb
He said he hungry so I fed him the ox
F
Eb
My gun is like an independent record label,
F
Heckler and Koch
Verse 7
Gm
Eb
We never heard of yo clique
F
but they heard of us
Gm
They put em down,
Eb
F
we liftin them burners up
Gm
You keep sayin word to your mother
Eb
F
but word to what?
Gm
I don't give a fuck about
Eb
F
none of these niggas
Gm
I turn it up,
Eb
F
Gm
Come on, come on, killas
Here go my cup,
Eb
F
give me some more liquor
Gm
Open this back window,
Eb
let me dump on niggas
F
It's my era,
Eb
F
I'm bout to turn it up on niggas
Verse 8
Gm
Turn up
Eb
F
Now I come back
Gm
Eb
F
Keep it underground hardcore
Gm
Turn up
Eb
F
Now I come back
Gm
Eb
F
Keep it underground hardcore
Gm
Turn up
Eb
F
Now I come back
Gm
Eb
F
Keep it underground hardcore
Gm
Turn up
Eb
F
Eb
F
Papoose, Papoose
Gm
Eb
F
Gm
Eb
F
Gm
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