That's My Nigga Fo' Real chords and lyrics - YOUNG ZEE

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[Intro 1]
[Am][Dm][Am][Dm][E]
[Am][Dm][Am]
Ugh, [Dm]zee

[Verse 1]
I [E]got [Am]wakin' haze,
[Dm]my customers' hoes sleep with me
[E]We hav[Am]e small beef,
I still [Dm]sell 'em O's for three [E]fifty
[Am]They known when big beef,
[Dm]I'll pop a hunnid times
Be [Am]like roadkill, I leave [Dm]niggas
brains on one [E]and nine
[Am]And my down bitches,
[Dm]they be ready to kill
I be like [C]chill, they be [Am]like[B]
[Bb]That's my nigga [Am]fo'

[Verse 2]
[Dm]real (ah yeah,
uh- huh- huh [Am]I'm from the Bricks, yeah, [Dm]be like)
That's my nigga fo' [Am]real (yeah, Young
[Dm]Zee) (smack)
(All my niggas from [Am]the hood,
they [Dm]be like)
That's my nigga [Am]fo' real (yeah, B- B[Dm]oy you my nigga,
[Am]yeah, talk to 'e[Dm]m)
Yo, I don't give a [E]fuck

[Verse 3]
[Am]if
we don't sell a record
[Dm]We still gon' get this money
in [Am]the Bricks [Bm](yeah, yeah)
[Bb]Spill it Zee
[E]I'm like

[Verse 4]
[Am]Santa Claus,
[Dm]I deliver niggas grams a- ra[E]w
[Am]Straight from Panama,
[Dm]fiends eat it up like Hann[E]ibal
[Am]And my dimes,
[Dm]disappear like magic wands
[Am]I sell 'em to the crack of daw[Dm]n,
and destroy every [E]track [Em]I'm [Am]on
Plus I have [Dm]a clan packed
in the back of vans
[Am]More raw than the [Dm]Taliban, murk
you for a half [E]a gram [Am](what?)
I get B- Boy to [Dm]drop yo truck in the river
Fuck some dough,
[Am]we be li[C]ke (that[Am]'s my nigga)
That's [Bm]my ni[Bb]gga fo[Dm]'

[Verse 5]
[Am]
[Dm]real[Am]
That's [Dm]my ni[Am]gga
[Dm]fo' real
That's my [Am]nigga [Dm]fo'[Am]
[Dm]real[Am][Dm]
That's [Am]my ni[Dm]gga fo' real[C][B]
[Bb]Scare

[Verse 6]
[Am]crow [Dm](what?) I'm
tryin' to walk before I crawl
I [Am]want it all, ever [Dm]since I came
outta my [E]mommas wall[Am]s
I'm tryin' to make [Dm]so much
dough when I write a song
I can [Am]write 'em all,
while y'all [Dm]click on the corner sellin' final [E]calls [Am](chyea)
Niggas mad [Dm]at us,
gladiators like Maximus
[Am]We Fabolous, while y[Dm]ou fall off
like Canibus's manager[Am]s
My man Dee [Dm]U,
keep the nina peel[Am]in'
(Zee, point 'em out and [B]watch me serve
'em [Bb]like [E]Serena [Am]Williams)
That's my [Dm]nigga

[Verse 7]
fo'
[Am]real[Dm]
That's my [Am]nigga[Dm]
[Am]fo' [Dm]real
That's [Am]my nigga fo' real
[Dm][Am][Dm]
That's my [Am]nigga[Dm]
[Am]fo' [Bm]real[Bb]

[Verse 8]
[Am]Zee need B[Dm]uddha, E- user,
[E]beef [Am]pre Lugers
Spittin'[Dm]from our [E]PT [Am]cruisers
My tank don't [Dm]drop,
I still got dough to [E]make
[Am]Got little niggas on r[Dm]oller skates
holdin' [E]my coke and [Am]weight
Blow pa[Dm]per, ho chaser,
dough raiser, [Am]Joe Frasier
Six[Dm]teen celly's and four
[E]pag[Am]ers
Go hype up your [Dm]squad that
they might fuck with ours
I just light up cigar[Am]s, go[B] buy bikes,
truck[Bb]s and[Am] cars
Got axe an[Dm]d nitty in Atlanta deep
Ran [Am]the street, ten grand a week
[Dm]I give 'em one word,
they'll put [E]your man [Am]to sleep
And I [Dm]love my Jersey live bitches
They [Am]leave a nigga [Dm]face with thirty-
five [Am]stitches
They'll help me tie [Dm]cinder
blocks and push your kids
So [Am]deep in the ocean,
[Dm]they'll see where octopuses [Am]live (chyea)
This label [Dm]deal is for Raz, Pace, and Chill
I [Am]know mad heads, but [B]still,
[Bb]they're my nig[E]gas

[Interlude 1]
[Am][Dm][Am][Dm][Am]
That's my nig[Dm]ga

[Verse 9]
[Am]fo' real[Dm]
That's my nigga [Am]fo' [Dm]real
[Am]That's my [Dm]nig ga fo' real
That's my [Am]nigga [Dm]fo' real
[Am]Yeah

[Verse 10]
[B]
[Bb]what[Am], Bric[Dm]ks

[Outro 1]
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