Chords for HMONG JCC-MUS ZOO PHOOJ YWG

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Maw Ii Nu Pei Wasi Jee Do _ _
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It's the dedication [C#] to the homies that passed [D#m] away.
Most and [F#] foremost, rest in peace to my nigga Uzi Town and Chris [C#] Young.
Even though y'all gone, [D#] we still here [F#] droppin' tears.
It's been years, how y'all been?
Women shat and [C#] wonder why they gotta [D#m] take my nigga.
Uzi, [F#] you was there for us when no one cares.
Givin' [C#] us ideas how to hustle [D#m] and told us to stay [F#] out of trouble.
Give us a place to chill and even [C#] when we dirty up your crib,
[D#m] you just smile and say [F#] it ain't shit.
Don't trip, my wife got it.
Damn, [C#] I miss my nigga.
[D#m] Can't believe you gotta be taken [F#] away by cancer.
May you rest and not cry.
And shout out [C#] to my crew, no [D#m] matter Southiea.
Even [F#] though y'all done with life, we youngsters still here.
Holdin' it down, [C#] pound for [D#m] pound, round for round, and [F#] let the shield scatter.
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_ _ _ Shields, [D#m] we the _ [F#]
wildest.
Boys and women, dedicate [C#] it for this song.
To all [D#m] my fallen homies, all I can [F#] do, quit stuck in zone.
Pow Uzi Town, cherry, yellow, [C#] green, chocolate, chone.
[D#m] Brownie, I love puppy, candy, [F#] ill to chew.
Camelot, send [B] your prayers to life [F#] for keepin' it real.
[C#] Stayin' steady, grippin' on [D#m] this fuckin' dream, and feelin' [F#] still.
And I can't forget my brothers [B] shown.
[F#] How you been, [C#] I know it's been long.
I know [D#m] you miss home, I know it's been [F#] awhile.
Since you been gone, boy, keep [B] your head up.
Don't let the [C#] bluesy get you fed up.
[D#m] And shoutouts to all the homies that [F#] died, forgot to hit up
My streets make it do good things, keep my [C#] terrorist shit up
[D#m] This life got me twisted up, [F#] but I keep it lit up, take a shot
Poetry's just a lick, I tip up, [C#] but it's 48 [D#m] blue
I gotta sip up, [F#] got a 9mm [B] terrorist
I keep it here for [C#] 17 shots
I let it split [D#m] up on your block with an extra clip
[F#] I'm clipping on quick and yeah we're clipping out cuz
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[F#] _ Yeah, even though [C#] you gone, shit [D#m] let you know, you ain't [F#] gone too far
You always remain deep in my heart, hold it on [C#] to memories
When you still [D#m] right here with me, all the good [F#] times and bad times
You've been through it all G, [C#] but never crossed my mind
That [D#m] one day you'll go before [F#] me, and I'm just here
Ripping this and sipping on [C#] this 40 pour some out [D#m] for you
Cuz I know you're [F#] thirsty, but may you rest in [B] peace homie
I know one [C#] day I will see you again, [D#m] when it's locked in
[F#] It was a blessing to have [B] you as a friend
What you mean [F#] to me, [C#] what can I [D#] explain?
Even with this pain [F#] when it's pain, I miss you everyday dawg
Ain't got a 10, [C#] time [D#m] passed by so fast
Hold on to memories, [B] that's all that I got left
But [F#] nigga I'mma [C#] rhyme for your [D#m] name
I'll tell [F#] my fucking last breath
Yeah my last breath
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_ Cuz you know it's [C#] no doubt [D#] about it cuz when this life [F#] ends
We all see each other up in heaven
And to my [C#] niggas that's [D#m] locked up in a pen
[F#] I know it's a hassle [B] for y'all
Like my [F#] nigga K [C#].Self, we [D#m] finna tear shit up
And [F#] this bus is not with y'all
At the same time as time passes [C#] by
What on how [D#m] y'all niggas doing now?
[F#] Before us we was all around
Think about y'all, [C#] reminiscing [D#m] about how we used to do it [F#] back in the days
In the 90s and the 2000s
Send shit [C#] to these bitches [D#m] and mount it on these snitches
[F#] But now y'all gone away and it hurts
So we [C#] going back [D#m] into the hood
Grabbing the [F#] guns, lock and load
And pull the triggers, making the enemies bleed
But you [C#] know how we [D#] always kick em a [G#] dick
But [F#] that's how days finna be this season
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