I'm done I'm done I'm done I'm done.
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A _
C# _
E I'm done
G Real
A motherfuckers.
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G Real
A motherfuckers Real motherfuckers.
Hey
Bm yo doctor, here's
A another
C# bopper.
Trackin'
E his fat rocks to sniper.
G Time to
A pay the paper.
B.
And let that
A real shit
C# perform.
See
E you's a wannabe
G# loafer, then you'll get smoked.
A And I hope
B that your fans understand.
A When you're talkin'
C# about winnin'
E me.
The same records
G that you're makin'
A is payin' me.
G#.
Motherfuck Dre, motherfuck Snoop.
Motherfuck Death Row.
F# Yo and here comes my next
Bm blow.
Cause I'm the E-A
A-Z-Y-E
C#-N.
Cause
E this the season.
To let the
G real
A motherfuckin' G's
B in.
You're like a kid, you
A find the perfect
C# night at Dapper.
E But tell me where the fuck you
G find the
D adderess to grab
Bm her.
Talkin' about who
A you gon' squabble
C# with.
And who you
E shoot.
You're only sixty
G pounds when you're
D wearin'
B boots.
Damn E, they
A tried to fade
C# you on Dre
E Day.
But Dre Day
G only meant
G# Eazy Spade
B Day.
All they was sayin'.
Dr.
Dre
C# is a G
E-Fang.
But on his
G own album covers.
He
A was a G
B-Fang.
So nigga please,
A nigga please.
C# Don't step
E to these motherfuckin'
F# real
G# G's.
Bm I'm a doppin' in this
A beat.
So you
D better know.
E _
F# _ _
A B It's a new rapper, claimin'
A to be dapper
C# than the
F# Trayster.
So I'ma be in a bitch
G#-sport, but Tray's
A a rollin'
B gangsta.
And broke a long
A way in life.
Bm And every time you rap.
You're a boogie
D-app of all the guns in life.
Just take
Bm a good look at the nigga
A and you'll
C# catch her.
The kind
F# that the rasta.
Is simply
C# G# disenacted.
Who
B mastered the bang and the swing.
A And the
C# mental of
F# niggas in cotton.
Why, it's
G a sound
G# syndrome.
Never
B ever once have you ran
A with the
D turf.
But yet
E in every verse, claim you used
F# to do the derp.
G# But tell
B me who's the witness.
To
A your fuckin' work.
Bm See, you never
E had no witness.
So say
F# the drama
G# jerk.
A Niggas straight kill me, knowin' that they pranksters.
This
C# is goin' out
C to your studio gangsters.
See,
A I did derp, but it work.
And many niggas can vouch
Bm that.
So since I got straight,
C I got the right to rap about
Bm that.
But niggas like you,
A I gotta
C# hate ya.
Cause
E I'm just Tazza Buria
G# niggas.
Talkin' about making up for
B projects.
Knowin' you ain't
A seen no
C# parts of the streets.
E You think
F# you started tryin' to bang around
G# the top of the keys,
B sweetie.
Wearin' khakis in my
E YR1.
Little fag tryna stack
G with the
G# flood.
Not the
B same time.
And your set don't
C# accept ya.
E Scared to kick it with your homies.
F# Cause you know
G# they don't
B respect ya.
So nigga,
A please check nuts
C# before you
E step to these
G motherfuckin' real
G# G's.
G Well, it's the
G# knockout.
Definition, original, baby
F#m gangsta.
I push me like you hard, motherfucker.
I'ma
B make ya, shake ya.
With my fuckin'
F#m shank, if I have to.
Dr.
Dre is Snoop Dogg, he does the fuckin'
B hapless.
Gangstas,
A studio gangstas.
C# But
E this time, you're
F#m dealing with some
G# real
Bm motherfuckers.
G's,
A nigga, please
D don't try to
Em step to the future.
I'ma do things I
F#m feel capitalist
G# on that pussy
Bm left.
See, young niggas
A like me, I'll
B break you off
Em somethin'.
Climbin' my city,
F#m but, right,
G#m you ain't the
Bm poppin'.
Niggas like y
A'all is what I
C# call
E monomies.
And that shit compared
F# to real
G# motherfuckin'
Bm G's.
Stop livin' this
A jerk, show
C# him better.
E If you're good.
G _
G# _
B.
OG, who
A never did shit
B wrong.
You
E try to dis a easy E, so
G# now, nigga, it's on
B you.
And your doggy don't
A think that y'all
B hoggin' shit.
E All for you bitches to
F# come and suck my
G# doggy dick.
B Big nigga thinks you gon'
A make your shit,
B but then
E again.
Some niggas think it
F#m makes a
G#m man.
B Damn, it's a trick how a
A nigga can switch,
B so.
E From wearing lipstick to
F# smokin' on
G# chronic ethnic.
B.
And now you
A think you're
B bigger.
E But to me, you ain't nothin'
F# but a
G# bitch-ass
B nigga.
That ain't
A worth a
B food stamp.
E And at death row, I
F# hear you gettin'
G# treated like boot
A camp.
G Gotta follow your sergeant's directions.
Or get your ass perked with this whippin' weapon.
Learn a
Am lesson from the E's.
Stay in your place and don't
G step to real motherfuckin'
B G's.
Stop livin' this
A jerk, show
B him better.
E _
F#m If you're good.
G#m OG, who never did shit
B wrong.
You _
A _
B _
E try to
F#m dis a easy E,
G#m so
B.
now, nigga, it's on you.
And your
A doggy don't think that
B _
E _ _
G G# y'all hoggin' shit.
B All for you bitches to come and suck my doggy dick.
Big
A B nigga
E thinks you gon' make your shit.
All for you bitches to come