Chords for Snakes

_ _ Now number two, practice [B] the snake style.
He [Bm] was known as the snake spirit.
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_ [B] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
Snakes are like circuits out there.
_ _ Circles go right to the outside [Db] and then they roll back [Fm] into their holes.
_ [Cm] Slither in the streets of Brooklyn, New [E] York.
[C] Slither in the streets of Manhattan.
In the [Eb] streets of Queens.
[Bm] In the streets of the Bronx.
[Cm] In the streets of Staten Island.
_ _ [Bb] Every time they slither, _ whoever.
_ [Eb] _ [C] You know.
[Cm] _ _ _ [Eb] Check it out.
Yo, [C] yo.
It broke me up when they pat me on my shoulder.
Said stay strong cause this life is now over.
Flash back to the evenings that we roll with.
Shot him up and now nobody knows shit.
My peers, my little ears.
They came up to me with a eye full of tears.
Last night, we shoot dice [D] and hit nice.
Kid folders, the playdates for our merchandise.
[Cm] We were in the hallway all day.
Me, Steve, and Little Ray.
Probably at first they tried to rob me.
Back me in the lobby.
Pull out the shotty.
[Eb] Then came Scottie.
Fragile body.
My first impression, he turned from a party.
[F] He was just a stag, a snarling like McCarty.
The dragon, bragging [Db] how he was [C] fucking Mad Hottie.
[Cm] Crest on the elevator butt.
And all of a sudden, he licked off about a dozen.
Slug from the cannon that ripped through my cousin.
No one was standing when the niggas started busting.
Blood started to flood the floors by the elevator door.
That's the last thing that I saw.
Damn, we plan to make grand if I hold.
_ [Dm]
Number [Cm] two.
The jagged end, rock-headed garden, heart of stone ass.
Plant rubber horses, grab [G] his back with a sledge.
Hammer, he didn't give a damn about the manner.
On the block, he was called by the mamas and [Cm] the grandmas.
Indecent, heathen, juvenile [G] delinquent.
His weekends was frequently locked inside the precinct.
His most recent case for catching face [C] was snatching up snakes on the roof.
But naked, hanging them off like drapes.
[G] Then that was the combination to the safe with the grace.
And those who let me fly, they fell straight to their face.
Face the blade sharp who invades the dark.
Create more spots than spades and narcs.
I ain't an art like Tony [E] Stark.
[C] A fierce lion, never leave the crib without the iron.
On the block, he be slinging rocks and ducking from the sirens.
Greeting niggas he love with a pound and a big hug.
Those who want [Db] a light, they catch a slug from [Cm] the snub.
A 5%, who only knew was 1 to 10.
He loved the guards with his heart, but his brain was filled with sin.
And when he came through, niggas be looking out.
Hoping he get shot or tooken out.
Or locked the fuck up in Portland House.
In PC, on a liquid diet, but he was louder than a riot. _
Yo, give the dollars to a nigga named Trigger.
Bad, rude boy from the land of Jamaica.
With visions to venture to the US.
To receive the gold that he couldn't achieve in his country.
Even though he sold mad weed for the next man.
Who was [G] the don of the clan.
Niggas acting like they got the block locked.
Like I can't sling drug raps and eat food.
But I be the rudest, bad boy stepping gun totem.
Shots lash out like a violent [Cm] explosion.
At the nigga who tries to stop my production.
Intervene [G] the scene and slow up the cream.
None of that black East New York gun talk.
[C] Niggas I extort from Baltic.
The broad walk, memories of [G] injuries, wounds and burns.
Walking through the streets of Medina.
I stand firm, cause I know this.
Which means I can hold mine down without a doubt.
[Cm] Niggas who front, get snuffed out.
Justice must be born.
There's no escape, cause a snake can't be reformed.
So I wait.
Coming in the name to proclaim your fame.
For [C] protection.
And you don't know no fucking lessons.
Bad, bad, Leroy Brown.
Baddest man in [Cm] the whole damn town.
Badder than the deep blue sea.
Badder than you and me.
Niggas coming through the trees like a salamander.
Biting like a piranha.
But I'm [C] biting your back like a [Db] black panther.
The salamander.
Fuck my name, who I be.
Fuck the game, it's all about the money.
_ [Cm] _ _ _
Those times I get high with the meth.
Then I turn to the killer breeze.
When it come 12 o'clock, turn into the human beast.
Yeah.
[C] _ That's it.
Yeah.
Show these motherfuckers what [Cm] time it is. _ _ _
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Who's the bad [Gb] ass?
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ Oh yeah.
Little bitches never late at 12 days.
[G] Damn it, dream it.
When [C] I come with the boys.
Bad niggas try to hold this.
So they bring some money and ask for their sweet.
So they get out, and they pass _ _ it.
Fuck the game, I'm on the style.
[Cm] The scale when I drop.
The great scales, what they say, what I sell.
[G] I don't need to rhyme no more.
[Cm] Niggas know. Yo.
Yo, all the Wu-Tang [G] Clan members.
The [C] gold space killer.
The jizzer.
[D] The risser.
The old dirty bastard.
The [Cm] method man.
The chef.
Ray Quan.
[Db] Inspector