Chords for Sucka Free

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_ [Ab] _ _ _ _ I don't listen [Cm] to a crime, I [Eb] don't mob with the perpetrate type brothers
Think about it, is you sitting next [Cm] to a buster?
When [Eb] the man is going down way heavy, yeah
Will he be watching batting with [C] a cut strap?
Ready to [Ab] kill him if he got to face the consequences
If he ain't down like that, keep [Cm] him out of his bed
He's taken from a [Eb] troop, not a rubber band
Ain't lit the studio, gangsters always [Cm] clean the beat up
All these men is on one of the troops
From the west side of the pit, [Ab] mack tick
I gotta stay [Cm] sucker frick
Can't be [Ab] mobbin' _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ [F] _ _ _ [Ab] _ and [Cm] I feel bad
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Trick make mack hater clean to be a fed
You need a player hater stamp on your chest
Run to the crew like you're wet sausage
Your girl chose on a mac so now you want me
Suckers got it bad, supposed to be battle players
But in reality, them brothers be [C] perpetrators
Yeah it's [Ab] a natural thing to freak up on a proper tank
But when you're with it, you get loose, don't you go insane
Stack your money, find a mixed feed with that player hatin'
Traps, covers, and them suckers, [C] see they craving players
[Ab] Gotta recognize them hoes and send them to jail
So while you do dirt, then run [Cm] home and tell the lil' [Eb] tribe bitch
What you been through, man, you got caught up
So now your girl out [C] workin' me, why you [Ab] stressed out?
Livin' in a jail cell, you won't be right
So now that [Cm] body's with a friend, she's [Eb] a loosey
Out here poppin' that Gucci, gobblin' up neck and core
They lookin' at the [Cm] booty, a lot of [Ab] players go pure
When they come to the [Eb] crate, from the busters
I gotta stay [Cm] sucker frick
Can't be [Eb] mobbin'
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A player [Eb] gotta stay sucker freak, check him out
Can't be kickin' it with [Fm] a brother that ain't got your heart
On [G] the real, it's [Ab] a pundit, really true, folks
Under pressure, well that [Cm] perpetrator tell on you
A lot of players bark [Eb] big, but their puppy bites
Teddy's with a catcher, catcher gets you [C] real right
Turn [Ab] that drill to squeeze, I'm workin' with the law
Next to state, ever test, so [C] who's wrong?
Young [Ab] players, but there's something gang that'll spit
Every man for himself, climbin' up the ditch
It's a back-steppin' world, full of madness
Double digits, life sentence, can you handle it?
If you can't, partner, raise up the gang
Half-steppers gon' be long in the fast lane
I hate to say it, but it's a deceiving in my city
And if you say they ain't in yours, then you lied to me
I thought my boy was a GMCV with the funk
But doing time, brought out the [Cm] truth
Huh, so all you true players out there that feel me
Stay down, and partner, stay sucker freak
Can't be _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _
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_ _ _ _ [Ab] _ mobbin'
Stay [C] sucker _ [Ab] freak
Yeah
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Can't be mobbin'
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