Chords for P.N.C.

Yo, we that wild.
_ Niggas used to always be buggin' back in the day.
Niggas used to be bug wild, right?
Niggas used to be on some [F#] shit.
Yo, matter of fact, yo check it out son, [E] I'ma kick this shit to my man, Kidd.
So let me hit this first.
Alright.
Kick that shit.
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I wish it don't fall to my brother.
My nigga Rambo, you know we love ya.
I wish you was around to see us rip through the underground.
Smith and Wesson dedicates this to my man, Sean Grady, the R.
One love, baby pa. _ _
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_ [F#] [Em] Grab ahold of your heart and visualize this a [E] ticket.
A hollow point slug comin' out a blank biscuit.
You inches from me every round the corner comin' quick.
We messed out of [G] minds and just [F#m] don't give a [Em] shit, goddammit.
Gunshots we bust from the [Am] clip.
Wicked by [G] boys, that's the [E] burner on my hip so.
Fill your [G] oats and get dead, Mr.
[E] Buster, cause we ain't got enough [G] for none of y [F#]'all [E] motherfuckers.
Beef the black bar, hard to do a ride [Am] by.
You too leery to [E] live, but you're not one to die.
All these MCs with your fancy names and gangs, I know from the [G] heart that it [F#] not mean a [Em] thing.
Big up to all the real heads with the knuckle [E] game.
Rest in peace to all my [Em] niggas that was murdered and slain.
Rest in peace to all my heads, you know what I'm sayin'?
Keepin' the world [G] on the streets [F#] where [Em] my partners in crime.
[A] That's how we do it.
That's my crime [Em] part.
Partners in [G] crime.
Yeah, [E] I always do it.
[G] That's my [F#] crime part.
[Em] Partners in crime.
Everyday, [Am] yo, [G] you got your crime part.
Partners in crime.
Yeah, me and my nigga, we [F#] crime [A] part.
All [G] heads realize, recognize, [Am] Smith and Wesson on the [Gm] rise.
[E] You better recognize, I mean in each and every individual who listen to that [G] voice in your head [E] when they be kickin' truth.
The heads [A] that represent [Am] around the way, showin' improvement, [E] keepin' it moving till they break day.
Realize what's before your eyes, then see if you see [G] the same [F#] real as we.
[Em] When I say Smith and Wesson, this is what I mean.
[Am] Nothing alive or in [G] dreams can ever come between.
[Em] Original [G] quick, roll through the thin, and when shit got thick, we still [F#] manage to stick.
[A] Doing [E] crimes with the septicons, [Am] up inside of the times, help we at times to [Gm] keep our minds [E] organized.
So our [G] knees don't bend, pull [E] the end of me, tech and me, [G] crime [F#] partners to the end.
[Em] My partner in crime.
[Am] _ Yo, you think [D] with my crime [Em] part.
_ Yo, you [E] think that we [G] do it with my [F#] crime part.
[Em] Yo, we got [E] partners in crime. _
Crime partners.
Everywhere [G] got partners in [A] crime.
No red, [G] no white, no [F#] tie, no truth.
[Em] From the heart of where it all started, [E] Bucktown Bootcamp, representing [G] for all the [Em] daily departed.
Next, we [G] coming to speak to the [E] real MCs, cause the weak [F#] MCs, low on the [Em] breeze.
Smith and Wesson holds the [E] remedy, running with the bootcamp [G] on the search [Em] for the enemy.
And if he [G] happens to be amongst we, fuck this, we bring him to court and [F#] serve [Em] justice.
See me and my clique got a thing [A] going on.
Truth to the game [Em] and the love makes us strong.
For everyday [G] trials and tribulations, you try to stop us, get rocked [F#m] by your [Em] nation.
See my forefront of soldiers [A] ready to blow ya, leave your back broken, [Gm] your body [Em] slumped over.
The war is on [G] and the stakes is getting high.
You kill a moned from shit [F#] where I'm lying.
[Em] It's the cold of the streets when you're out [Am] with your peeps.
Bumping on the beat, [G] be a point for the sweeps.
Bigs harass that ass for the drug cash.
Armageddon soon come, [F#m] keep the gun [Em] stashed.
But in the meanwhile, stress [A] ease the stress.
Taking gunshots [G] through the nose, through the chest.
[Em] Blitz the sentinee, they get me, I read and all praises go [G] to the [F#] almighty.
[Em] Yeah, [B] no doubt [E] Smith and Wesson representing like this.
All the heads on the [Em] streets, walk strong.
Yeah, rest in peace to [G] all the heads [F#] that's gone.
[Em] _ _ [E] Artisan crime.
[G] Put my crime on.
From the cradle to the grave, I'm [A] doing artisan [G] crime.
[F#] [Em] Before I go to bed, I take a L [E] to the head.
Reminisce over [G] words that was once said [Em] by my man.
While I rest his soul, I was told [A] stand bold.
When [G] under pressure, [F#] don't fold to [Em] my brother.
My nigga Rambo, you [Am] know we love you.
I wish you was around to [G] see us rip [E] from the underground.
Smith and Wesson [G] dedicate this to my [E] man Sean Grady.
To all, [Em] one love, baby one love.
[E] To my nigga Big Bo, [G] like this.
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