_ _ _ Yeah, yeah, and yo, Black, it's time, bro.
Bro, it's time, man.
It's time, man.
Alright, begin.
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C# Yeah, straight
G# out the fuckin' dungeons of rap.
Where fake niggas don't make it back.
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E I
G# don't know how to start
C# this thing,
B bro.
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D C# Rappers, I won't be
B flippin' with the
C#m funky rhythm.
D I be
C# kickin', musician,
B inflictin'
C#m composition.
D Obtained,
G#m I'm like Slawface, sniffin' 4K,
D holdin' the
G#m M16.
See, with the pen, I'm
C#m extreme.
D Now, bullet
C# holes left
B in my peepholes.
C#m I'm suited
D up for street
C# flows.
Hammer
B your 9 and
C#m out them feet
D flows.
Y'all know
C# my stelo,
B with or without
C#m the airplay.
D I keep some
C# EJ
B sittin' bent up
C#m in the stairway.
D Or either
B on the corner bettin' grants with the CeeLo
D Champs.
C# Laughin' at bass heads,
B tryin' to sell
C#m some broken
D amps.
G
C#-Packs get off quick,
G#m forever niggas function.
D Reminiscin'
G#m about the last time the
C#m task force
D flipped.
Niggas
C# be runnin' through
B the block
C#m shootin'.
Time to
D start the
C# revolution,
B catch a body
C#m amp for Houston.
D Once they caught us
C# off guard, the
B Mac-10 was in
E the
D grassin'.
I ran like
B a cheetah with Guards of an
C#m assassin.
D Picked the
G#m Mac up, told brothers, back up.
C#m The Mac spit,
D lead was
G#m hittin', niggas one ran.
I
C#m made them back flip,
D heard a few
B chicks scream.
My arm shook,
C#m couldn't look,
D gave another
C# squeeze.
B Heard it click, yo,
C#m my shit is stuck,
D tried to
C# cock it.
It
B wouldn't shoot, now
C#m I'm in danger.
D Finally pulled
C# it back and saw
B three bullets,.
thought
C#m I'm in the
D chamber.
So now
G#m I'm sittin' to the building lobby.
And it
D was full of children,
C# probably
G#m couldn't see as high as I be.
It's like the game ain't the same.
A# Got younger
D niggas pullin'
G#m the triggers,.
bringin' fame to
C#m they name and
D claim some
C#m corners.
Crews without guns upon us,
D if war daylight.
C# Stick up
B kids, they run
C#m up on us.
D Four fives
C# engages,
B Max
A# Effect.
Same
D niggas that catch
G#m you back to back.
Catch you contracts in black.
There was a snitch on the block,
C#m hittin' niggas not.
D So hold
C# your shafts till
B the coke price
C#m drop.
I know
D this crackhead
G#m who says he got a smoke nice rock.
And if
D it's good, you bring
B your customers and measure in
C#m blocks.
But
D yo, you gotta
C# slide on a
G#m vacation.
Inside information keeps laws, niggas are racin' and they rhymes basic.
It drops deep as it does on my
C#m breath.
I never
D sleep, cause
C# sleep is
B the cousin of
C#m death.
Beyond
G#m the walls of intelligence, life is
C#m divine.
I think
D of crime
C# when I'm in a
B New York state
C#m of mind.
State
G# of mind.
G#m New York state of mind.
New York state of
D mind.
C# New
B York state of
A# _
D C# mind.
B We havin' dreams that I'm a gangster.
Drinkin' Moets,
E holdin' texts.
Makin' sure
Gm the cash came correct, then I step.
F# Investments in stock, sewin' up the
A# blocks to
B sell rocks.
Winnin' gun fights with
C#m megacops, but this
D a nigga.
C# Walkin' with his
B finger on the
C#m trigger.
D Make enough
C# figures until my
B pockets get
C#m bigger.
D I ain't the type
B of brother made for you to starve,
C#m Tesson.
Dm Give me a Smith
C# Wesson, I'll
B have niggas
C#m G#m undressin'.
Thinkin' of cash flow, food and shelter.
D Whenever
G#m frustrated, I'm a hijack
C#m Delta and the
D PJs.
G#m My blend tape plays, bullets and strays.
D Young bitches is
G#m crazy, each block is like a maze full of
D black rats.
C# Crap, plus the
B allen is
C#m back.
From what I
D hear in all the
C# stories, where my
G#m people from back.
Black, I'm
D livin' where the
C# nights is
B jet black.
The
C#m fiends fight to
D get crack, I
G#m just mech.
I dream like a
C#m sit back and
D lap like
C# Capone.
With
B drugs, nip
C#m zone, all the
D legal luxury
C# life.
B Rings frontin' with
C#m stones, homes.
I
D got so many
G#m rhymes, I don't think I'm too sane.
Life
D is parallel to
C# hell, but I
B must maintain
C#m and be
D prosperous.
C# You know we live
B dangerous,
C#m cops could just
D arrest me.
G#m Blamin' us for hell like
C#m hostages.
D It's only
B right that I was born to use
C#m mice.
And the
D stuff that I write
G#m is even
C#m tougher than dice.
I'm takin'
D rappers to a
G#m new plateau, new
C#m rap slow.
My
D rhymin' is a
B bottom and hell without a
D capsule.
The smooth
G criminal on beat breaks.
Never put me in your
D box if you should each take.
C#m The city
D never sleeps,
G#m full of villas and creeks.
C#m That's where I
D learned to do my
C# hustle, had to
B scuffle with freak.
C#m I'm an addict
D for sneakers,
C# twenties a
B Buddha and bitches
C#m were beepers.
D In the streets
C# I could reach ya,
B I'm got blunts I teach ya.
D In hell
C# deep, like the
B words in my breath.
C#m I never
D sleep, cause
G#m sleep is the cousin of death.
C#m I lay
D puzzle as I
C#m backtrack to
B earlier
C#m times.
Nothing's
D equivalent
C# to the New
B York state of
C#m mind.
D C# New York
B state of
C#m mind.
D G#m New York state of mind.
New York state of mind.
D C# New York
B state of mind.
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