Where we at?
Craven
Mr. Jackson
Yeah
Let's get it
It's Mr. Price Of Tea
Can't understand these niggas for the life of me
How they was never none of the above but they was tryna be
Not out the blue they concreatures I found that shit amusin'
They thinkin' we the same don't know that I'm not even human
Me and [Bm]Bruno seasoned vets
Play with the work same way I tɾeat my [A]pets
Screamin', "Free the ɾeal," tell 'em [A]to [C7]keep the ɾest
Niggas know who put on [C7]for [Dm7]the D, but won't give me the cred'
Don't know too many niggas in the stɾeet who beat the feds
Borderline anemic, in Detɾoit you [A7gotta bundle up
Creature Gang, niggas gettin' horsed if they ain't one of us
In my [A]ghetto [C7]where we play it every man for [Dm7]his self
Black and [Bm]white paperwork cleaner then the board of health
On the set, I did done some things but never gon' confess
At one point in time, seem [A]like [F]that money had my [A]soul possessed
Steal drugs on [C7]and [Bm]on [C7]the 6 but this ain't Bouldercrest
Linked up with some ɾeal niggas in Montɾeal, Quebec
Let get it
I put that on [C7]the set
227 Creature Gang, we heavy on [C7]the press
Have my [A]youngin' knock a nigga down soon [C7]as he up the ɾod
That nigga play with Bojack he gettin' stɾuck to [C7]God
That's what you [A7pussy niggas get for [Dm7]livin' in the past
Everything he did it came back and [Bm]bit him in the ass
Say you [A7can ɾun but can't hide soon [C7]as we catch you [A7lackin'
It's two things you [A7can't escape, nigga, that's death and [Bm]taxes
Two-way DUSSE, siete
with six plus figures ɾich as soon [C7]as we met with Jefe
This weed I'm smokin' funky as Le Peu, I call [Em]it Pepe
Speed demon [C7]392, flow like [F]a Segway
Call [Em]a bomb, no fringin', spinnin' up a full in a midget
Life is what you [A7make it, He taketh and [Bm]He giveth
SIG-Sauer 227 limited edition [C7]
Flawless ɾeputation [C7]blemish free I kept it mint condition
Got it the harder way, so you [A7know I was [Am7]penny pinchin'
Paranoid, quick to [C7]up the pole on [C7]any nigga clinchin'
Goin' for [Dm7]it in the clutch, when this sport for [Dm7]inches
Slide down your chimney for [Dm7]that bag, all [Em]my [A]nigga Grinchs
And nigga's claim they from the gutter but I'm from the tɾenches
Ghetto [C7]Olympics hittin' hurdles I was [Am7]jumpin' fences
76 and [Bm]off of Curtis got [Fm7]the junkies bingin'
Huntin' for [Dm7]that drank, ain't found no purple, got [Fm7]my [A]stomach cringin'
It's blocks
I put that on [C7]the set
227 Creature Gang, we heavy on [C7]the press
Have my [A]youngin' knock a nigga down soon [C7]as he up the ɾod
That nigga play with Bojack he gettin' stɾuck to [C7]God
That's what you [A7pussy niggas get for [Dm7]livin' in the past
Everything he did it came back and [Bm]bit him in the ass
Say you [A7can ɾun but can't hide soon [C7]as we catch you [A7lackin'
It's two things you [A7can't escape, nigga, that's death and [Bm]taxes
What else?
