Miz Me Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Em]Tryin'[B][Em]
[D]to [B]mak[Em]e
[D]a dollar out of fifteen cents
How [Em]come when [D]I was down you wasn't
[Em]brown [D]nosin'[Em]

[Verse 2]
See it's [Em]a fucked up life that I'm livin' in
[D]I slang col[Em]a cau[D]se I didn't
[Em]have no dividends
My baby [D]mama stressin'
she don't wanna slang dope
The [Em]ghetto's tryin' to kill me
which [D]way should [Em]I go
[D]Now I'm on the corner
takin' pen[Em]itentiary chances
[D]Even [Em]though there's marks on my
[D]turf that can't stand [Em]me
I think to myself, when [D]should I leave
Too say fuck [Em]em' nigga till
[D]ya hit my weed
I guess I'm a G about my
scrilla cause they [Em]bashin'
Crews know that P is [D]quick to put
em' in that cas[Em]ket
The game [D]got me streesin' but
the game [Em]gon' stress out
[D]Even though the [Em]task [D]just
raid [Em]a nigga's hou[D]se
Took a loss in [Em]the game tryin'
to [D]bubble [Em]up
Find the [D]P deep in the g[Em]rind slang
in' dope fiends double ups
[D]And pretty soon I'll be back to a whole [Em]thing
If I had to do it again [D]I'd probably
do the [Em]same thing
Man it [D]ain't nothin'

[Verse 3]
but a
[Em]thang to let [D]ya [Em]nuts hang
Cause [D]in this [Em]game a million [D]niggas
[Em]tried to fuck [D]the same thang
I know it [Em]be l[D]ike [Em]on,
[D]on [Em]my bl[D]ock[Em]
[D]Niggas must [Em]be o[D]n the cell while[Em]
another[D]'s on the short stop
[Em]It won't stop an[D]d
[Em]it won't quit
Tell me an[D]other [Em]quick [G]way[Em] for a
[D]nigga to check a grip, shit
I'm kind of in a rush,
it's kind of like a must
To get [Em]some, in God we trust

[Verse 4]
[D]Bein' broke sure ain't [Em]no joke
I barely [D]got enough money to
[Em]buy me a[D] whole loaf
Niggas be [Em]spendin' money
like records
[D]So I move from Mike [Em]Chester to
[D]Girbaud pocket
Cause a les[Em]son is [D]a nig
[Em]ga w[D]ill shoot
No playin' hoops,
he ain't gon' never see no signs or no quick loot
[Em]Dank costs [D]ten and
the drey costs [Em]five
So I gots [D]have more in [Em]my pocket than
[D]a n[Em]ickel[D] and a dime, bitch
[Em]Gold fronts in my mouth,

[Verse 5]
[D]
hella [Em]dope and got my [D]bags tight
Bitches on my [Em]dick cause they
[D]know the[Em] P rags are [D]tight
[Em]But I ai[D]n't trippin' off no[Em]
hoochies with no [D]lil' skirt
[Em]I'd [D]rather d[Em]eal [D]with them [Em]turks[D],
puttin' [Em]in work
They [D]caught [Em]up in some dirt
[D]Cause I'm the Ice [Em]Cream
Man droppin' off hella loads
Vanilla, [D]stawberry, cherry bitch
I even [Em]got Rocky Road
Take yo [D]pick,
I know you dope fiends wanna [Em]lick
But that's [D]gon' cost you twenty
bones in [Em]case you wanna hit
I love you, you love me
But this ice cream don't go for free
It's a ten, twenty, fifty,
hundred dollar sack or cone
[D]And if you ain't spendin'
[Em]bring yo broke ass on
Gold[D]s on my vehicle,
fools they [Em]can 't see me though
Tens for [D]twenty,
that's plenty meet [Em]me at the liquor store
Fiends want credit but
cha' know I can't fade ya
[Em]When you g[D]et cha' cash together
call me [Em]on my pager
I'm stressin' off the [D]game,
I barely gets [Em]sleep
I just had to [D]bail my lil'
partner last week
In and out of aves gettin'
[Em]chased by the 5- 0
Gettin' my [D]hustle on, a way of [Em]sur vival
And if I [D]get caught I got play
But I ain't goin' out without
two stones to the head