Chords for The Sweepers Cypher: Sdot Go, Jay Hound, NazGPG, Jay5ive

_ The next stop is on the radar radio.
Stand clear of the closing doors, please.
Yeah. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Yes, sir, baby.
On the radar radio, ciphers, yo, the sweepers in the building,
they all going to step in.
I'm going to step out.
All right, let's go.
[D] _ Boom, baby.
Cock-a-doodle-doo. _ _ _ _ _
I'm trying to pay my proposal.
I'm about to let it in.
_ Damn, Manny.
_ Baby.
Cock-a-doodle-doo.
You _ _ _ my block and watch how I react.
[A] Like, B-Money, [D] I'm too tight.
Try to fix it, I might as well throw back.
Run to Ricky, he can't catch his breath.
I [A] get up close, I'm trying to [D] catch him right.
Stalking, damn, they got me fed.
Try to push up, I'll show you how I get.
B-Money's back, boy, this night.
Like, don't try to play with my friends.
For the boys, I'm going to ride till the end.
They don't respond, and I'm fucking the shit.
[A] Like, this is [D] too hot with this shit.
Walking up, it's an opponent, shit.
[Eb] Try to push, not blocking that shit.
What a problem, not boxing with him.
We going cold, we got knocks in this shit.
You all hopping and shit.
You know, there's no way I'm going to get.
Like, going to the opposite of my sis.
Like, cock-a.
Get my eyes on my sis. _ _ _ _ _
_ Bro, at _ _ _ _ _ first _ _ _ we had no battle.
He looked back and thought he seen a shadow.
He tried to front, he know I have a, like, going GP.
Bro almost had him.
I should have backed out a little faster.
That's why bro, I was moving too tight.
I seen eight iron down on the tack.
Like, cock-a.
I saw the Ben and Han for a rival.
Look at me, I'm born suicidal.
How about the Renny?
I ain't gonna, how about the Renny?
I ain't gonna fight you.
I'm a flicking looking for a title.
When I send a thing about a Bible,
send him to God, he looking for his,
send him to God, he looking for his idol.
_ _ [Abm] _
_ You know, you're getting nervous, Oscar.
Not CPG.
_ _ _ Free to sweep.
Yo, yo.
I got to ask about Nas.
I go cool.
Always on first, niggas know what I do.
Two D, me and bro win.
Like, how many times they flew?
Throw a side watch, me get in my groove.
Like, yo, bro, we out to the roof.
Who you, nigga?
Your face do.
Like, you dragging them, you getting booed.
Big guns, you shake up the room.
I can't go nowhere without my brooms.
Yo, my dad, check on the tools.
We be winning, how we going?
Black on that block, here at food.
Like, dumb niggas out with his tools.
Backed out, put him on the news.
I'ma keep flocking till that nigga snooze.
Yo, yo.
TG's new heads. _
_ _ Free GP.
Free to sweep us.
[E] _
_ [G] _ [D] God, TG's new.
[G] God, free twin.
When I block, better watch what I flick.
My one-hand's not trying to get on the neck.
[Ebm] He trying to run till I [G] reach for my grip.
Get on that block while I look for a grip.
Like, he better run for a slip.
Like, I try to back him up quick.
Like, when he got a lot of miss, [D] I try to run,
[Eb] just watch how I throw.
Then he start up and went toeing his pole.
I'm like, bro, throw on this.
Bro, let that shit go.
He's trying to reach, he can't reach for his gun.
Like, oh, that nigga run.
Watch how I get on that.
[D] God, like, watch how I leave that [Eb] boy done.
I try to beat to that bus [G] walking.
He's nodding, like, smoking those Eli off realities.
[Eb] I got the cops on the [D] post in they lobby.
He's trying to run, but he know where to find me.
Niggas blocking, they on to my body.
Like, watch how I, God, God. _
[Eb] _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [N] _ _ [Ab] _