Chords for 9 5 . s o u t h

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Killah, it's the off season, let's keep it tall, y'all ain't fuckin' with my man, and
don't check that watch, [C] you know the [Dm] time, Cold World, Killah Kim, niggas is fuckin'
finished.
Yeah, this shit too easy for me now, nigga [C] Kobe [Dm] goin' plat since back when CDs was around,
what you sold out triple debt, I can't believe these fuckin' clowns, look [C] how [Dm] everybody
clappin' when your 30s song album do a measly hundred thou, if I'm bettin' on myself then
I [D] completely [Dm] double down, if you hate it on a nigga, please don't greet me with a
pound, I be stayin' out the way, but if the [C] beef [Dm] do come around, could put a M right on
your head, you Luigi brother now, [Gm] trace my steps all in this game, you [Dm] can see we cover
ground, back and forth from NC to New York when Jeezy had the crown, [Gm] vivid memories,
niggas start to [Dm] squeeze, we duckin' down, so many shells left on the ground, and make
the Easter Bunny proud, I get up, dust my clothes off, [C] [Dm] sleep is the cousin of death,
no plans to doze off, the streets that don't come with a rep, I never sold soft, [D] just [Dm] creep
where the hustlers crept, and got they O's off, you [Dm] reach niggas up and like Steph, to
blow your nose off, [C] kazoom [Dm] tight, and then resume flight, as if it never happened, shit
we witnessed, full of so much sickness, angels shedding tears in heaven, word to Eric Clapton,
off this clever rappin', bitch my pockets gone forever [Am] fattin', _ [Gm] they gone forever fattin',
see, you try to tell niggas, they act like [Dm] they don't even fuckin' speak English, bitch
my pen to the paper's lethal, I'm sending them straight to Meatha, the nigga that made
them peep the reaper, creepin' on [C] ya, [Dm] the center failure, reekin' on ya, check your
genitalia, pussy niggas bleedin' on ya, self, fuck it with coal, it's bold, but it's impeding
on ya, health, all your niggas eatin' off your wealth, all my niggas feedin' all they
[C] selves, and [Dm] it feels swell, Krispy Kreme dreams, sometimes my dogs wanna kill [Gm] twelve, uh,
cause they said he harassin', [Dm] we seen dilemmas like Nelly and Kelly, that ended in the deadliest
[D] fashion, my young niggas nutty, they [Gm] blastin', bullets be humming like Cudi, but one of [Dm] your
hoodies spaghetti, I'm splashin', all over the driveway, y'all talkin' all sideways,
shots poppin' off y'all lay down, cops chalkin' [C] up y'all [Dm] legs now, shit, y'all watchin'
how y'all wait, my niggas look up to the sky like we sendin' them y'all away, _ _ [C] _ [Dm] _
we sendin'
them y'all away, that's what the fuck I'm talkin' about, y'all see what [Am] the fuck goin'
[Gm] on out here, killer, Harlem, I-9-5-6, Carolina, 2-6, stand up, [Dm] niggas
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