Neva chords and lyrics - YUKMOUTH

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
[Am]Why should I chase the cat
when I ain't nothin' but a dog?
I ride on hogs, I bring the fall.
Matter of fact,
pot and I smother your chicken.
I'm the black Charles Bronson
that be handin' out them
[C]death wishes
[Am]Rockin' by kisses
You niggas with poodles
ass always dissin'
Don't end up missin'
found by a fisher
Wishin' in a dead life
you was Christian
Hopin' before you die you
ask for[C]giveness
[Am]Soakin' in a puddle of blood
for what?
Because you talk too much
and you never shut [Bb]up
I'm [Am]a gangsta pimp thug all in one
Not a musketeer or for one [C]dumb duck
I [Am]carry the big guns, big clips, no shit
Niggas really don't know
who you fuckin' [Bb]with
[Am]Wanna fuck with the real one?
You really don't want none
We can go to war for fun,
me and my big [C]guns man
[Am]You stop the hustle, you think you better
It's just a song let's get
it on in the streets
The 415 soldier, the 510 roller
I thought I did, I thought [C]I told y [Am]'all
You stop the hustle, you think you better
It's just a song let's get
it on in the streets
The 415 soldier, the 510 roller
I thought I did, I thought [C]I told y [Am]'all
No, never, will I ever lose and
No, never, will you ever [Bb]win, I pack [Am]tools
Blast that MAC -10 and blast
ooze at you
Faggot ass rap dudes,
cuz cash [C]rules, that's [Am]true
The M .O. in the E .Y.
Fuck slayin' them beanpies,
y slayin' them keys like
Sixteen -five, the street price,
live the street life
This can't be right, dodgin' FBI,
got [C]the green light
[Am]Still movin', fast lane,
fuck the rap game
It's shady like a crap game,
watch your back man
Slang crack, man, slaps,
thangs, even kilos
Burst by the flock of seagulls,
me and [C]amigo, [Am]yo
I lay all business, controls America
We leave no witness, buckholes and barrier
5 -1 -0, United, ghettos, America
Smoke a lot, records hit,
that bring mass [C]hysteria
[Am]You stop the hustle,
you think you better
It's just a song,
let's get it on in the streets
The 415 soldier, the 5 -1 -0 roller
I thought I did, I thought I did,
I thought I [C]told y [Am]'all
You stop the hustle, you think you better
It's just a song,
let's get it on in the streets
The four or five soldier,
the five with the roller
I thought I did, I thought I did,
I thought I [C]told y [Am]'all
Bonus, still slang on the block
My young crew for Drew,
always running from [Bb]the cops
It's [Am]over, never stopping the hustle
Never think you can be
better than me
Motherfuck[C]er, I'll [Am]bring the ruckus
with a stampede on me
Have everyone saying he getting whooped,
ooh wee
It's nothing to me,
me and lil' bruh still ride on em
Yuck mouth, that breathing dragon
spit that [C]fire on [Am]em
The crack scrambler,
craps and back gambler
Dropped out of school to
make cash like fuck algebra
I had to run with the savages,
pack calibers
The blasted you, task got us on camera
Like [C]Pamela An[Am]derson Lee,
triple beam
Grams of the D, smoking cannabis weed
Till I get my hands on the key,
make your family bleed
Kick down your door,
the man in the cheese
With my band of thieves
hop in the getaway van [C]and flee, bitch
[Am]You start to hustle, you think you better
It's just a song,
let's get it on in the streets
The 415 soldier, the 510 roller
I thought I did, I thought I did,
I thought I [C]told y [Am]'all
You stop the hustle? Never!
You think you better? Never!
Is this a song?
Let's get it on in the streets
Whatever!
The 415 soldier, the 510 roller
I thought I did, I thought I did,
I thought I told y 'all