Chords used
G
F
D
C
Em
Am
E
B
F/E
Dm
F/G
Esus
D7
Em7
Am7
Dm7
Bmaj7
Bb
D#m
E7
A
F#m
Bm
G#m
1.
History
Key: GMediumG
F
D
C
Em
GFDCFEm
Chorus
GNow tGhat allF the smFoke isD gone(DlighterC) C C
GAnd tGhe battFle finaFlly woDn(giveD me a lCighter)C C
GVictoGry`s fiFnally oFurs (lDighterDs up, lCightersC up) C F Em D
GHistoGry so lFoved, sFo longD, so lDong, soC long� C C
(jay-z, verse)
GIn seGarch ofF victorFy, sheD keepsD it C C C
If only we could be together momentarily
We could make love, and make history
Why won`t you visit me, until she visits me
I`ll be stuck with a sista, her name is defeat
She gives me agony, so much agony
She brings me so much pain
GSo muGch miseFry, likFe missDing yoDur lastC shot C C
And fall to your knees .
GAs thGe crowdF screamFs, forD the oDther teCam C C F Em D
GI praGctice sFo hard Ffor thDis momDent vicCtory doCn`t leCad
I know what this means, i`m stuck in this routine
Whole new different day, but the same old things
All i got is dreams, but nobody else could see
Nobody else believe, nobody else but me
Where are you victory, i need you desperately
GNot jGust forF the moFment. Dto makDe histoCry C C F Em D
GNow tGhat allF the smFoke isD gone(DlighterC) C C
And the battle finally WON (lighters)
GVictoGry`s fiFnally oFurs (yDea, yeDa, yea)C C C F Em D
GHistoGry so lFoved, sFo longD, so lDong, soC long� C C
(jay-z, verse)
GSo noGw i`m fFlirtingF with Ddeath D C C
Hustla like a cheat, while victory wasn`t watching
Took chances repeatedly
As a teenage boy, before acne
Before i got proactive, i couldn`t face sheet
I just threw on my hoodie and headed to the streets
I swear i met success, we lived together shortly
A success is like lust, witch is good for the touch
GWitchG is gooFd for tFhe momDent, bDut she`Cs neverC enoughC F Em D
GEveryGbody`s Fhad herF, she`Ds nothDing likCe me C
A success is all i got, unfortunately
But i`m burning down the block
I`ve been in it down defeat
But something tells me that there`s much more to see
Before i get killed, cos i can`t get robbed
So before me, success and death bandage
I gotta get lost, i gotta find free
We gotta be together to make history
Chorus
GNow tGhat allF the smFoke isD gone D(lighteCrs up) C
And the battle finally WON(lighter up)
Victory`s finally ours (lighters up)
History so loved, so long, so long, so long�
(jay-z, verse)
GNow hGistory Fis mineF, it tDaste sDo sweetC C
She`s my trophy wife, she commin with me
We have a baby who stutters` repeatedly
We name him history
He repeats after me
He`s my legacy, son i`m a hard work
Future of my past, he`ll explain who i be
Rank me among the greats
Either 1 2 or 3, if i ain`t number one
Then i failed your victory
Ain`t in it for the fame, that dies in 10 weeks
Ain`t in it for the money, can`t take me when you live
I wanna be remembered long after you breath
Long after i`m gone, long after i breath
I live all i am, in the hands of history
Bless my last will testimony
This is much more then a song
It`s a baby shower, i`ve been waiting for this hour
History your ours.
GNow tGhat allF the smFoke isD gone D C C
And the battle finally rise
Victory`s finally ours (lighters up)
History so loved, so long, so long, so long�
send "history" ringtone to cell phone
2.
Run This Town
Key: AmCapo 3MediumAm
G
F
Am Feel it Gcomin' in the Amair
Hear the Fscreams from everyAmwhere
I'm aGddicted to the Amthrill
It's a Fdangerous love aAmffair
Can't be Gscared when it goes Amdown
Got a Fproblem, tell me Amnow
Only Gthing that's on my Ammind
Is who's gonna Frun this town toAmnight G
Am Is who's gonna Frun this town toAmnight G
Am We gonna Frun this town
AmWe are, yeah I said it Gwe are
This is Roc AmNation, pledge your Fallegiance
Get y'all Amfatigues on, all black Geverything
Black cards, Amblack cars, all black Feverything
And our girls are Amblackbirds, ridin' with they Gdillingers
I'd get more Amin depth, if you boys really Freal enough
This is la Amfamilia, I'll explain Glater
But for now Amlet me get back to this Fpaper
I'm a couple bands Amdown and I'm tryin' to get Gback
I gave the other Amgrip, I lost a flip for five Fstacks
Yeah I'm talkin' Amfive comma six zeros Gdot zero here it go
AmBack to runnin' circles 'round Fniggas now we squared up
AmHold up
Life's a Ggame but it's not Amfair
I break the Frules so I don't Amcare
So I keep Gdoin' my own Amthing
Walkin' Ftall against the Amrain
VictoGry's within the Ammile
Almost Fthere, don't give up Amnow
Only Gthing that's on my Ammind
Is who's gonna Frun this town toAmnight
Heeeey Ghey hey hey hey Amhey
Hey Fhey hey hey Amhey
Heeeey Ghey hey hey hey Amhey
Is who's gonna Frun this town toAmnight (Hey hey hey hey)
AmWe are yeah I said it Gwe are
You can call me AmCesar in a dark FCzar
Please follow the Amleader so Eric B. Gwe are
Microphone Amfiend it's the return of Fthee God peace God
Am Ah ah and Gain't nobody fresher
I'm iAmn mason ah FMartin Margiela
On the Amtape we're screamin' fuck the other Gside, they jealous
We got a Ambankhead full of broads they got a Ftable full of fellas
Am And they Gain't spending no cake
AmThey should throw they hand in 'cause Fthey ain't got no spades
AmMy whole Gteam got dough
So my Ambankhead is lookin' like Fmillionaire's 'fro (yeah)
Am It's crazy how you can Ggo from being Joe Blow
Am To everybody on your Fdick, no homo
Am I bought my whole family Gwhips, no Volvos
Am Next time I'm in church, Fplease no photos
Am Police escorts Geverybody passports
Am This the life that Feverybody ask for
Am This a fast life Gwe are on a crash course
AmWhat you think I rap for to Fpush a fucking RAV 4
Am But I know that if GI stay stunting
Am All these girls only Fgonna want one thing
AmI could spend my whole life Ggood will hunting
AmOnly good gon' come is as Fgood when I'm cumming
AmShe got a ass that'll Gswallow up a g-string
AmAnd up top, unh, F two bee stings
AmAnd I'm beasting G off the riesling
Am And my nigga just Fmade it out the precinct
Am We give a damn about the Gdrama that your dude bring
Am I'm just tryin' to change the Fcolor on your mood ring
AmReebok baby You Gneed to drop some new things
AmHave you ever had Fshoes without shoe strings?
AmWhat's that 'Ye?G baby, these heels
AmIs that a may, what,F Baby, these wheels
Am You trippin' when you Gain't sippin' have a refill
You Amfeelin' like you runnin' huh, Fnow you know how we feel (Wassup)
Am Heeeey Ghey hey hey hey Amhey
Hey Fhey hey hey Amhey
Heeeey Ghey hey hey hey Amhey
Hey Fhey hey hey Amhey (wassup)
Am Heeeey Ghey hey hey hey Amhey
Hey Fhey hey hey hey
Am Heeeey Ghey hey hey hey Amhey
We gonna Frun this town toAmnight
AmG
AmF
3.
Big Pimpin
Key: EMediumE
F
D
C
B
EEEE
EFEFE
DDDD
CDEFE
EUh, uh uh uh
It's big pimpin baby (thats right)
BIt's big pimpin, spendin G's
Feel me uh-huh uhh, uh-huh
EGe-ge-geyeah, geyeah
BGe-ge-geyeah, geyeah
EYou know I thug 'em, fuck 'em, love 'em, leave 'em
Cause I don't fuckin' need 'em
BTake 'em out the hood, keep 'em lookin' good
But I don't fuckin' feed 'em
EFirst time they fuss I'm breezin'
Talkin' about, "What's the reasons?"
BI'm a pimp in every sense of the word
Bitch, better trust and believe 'em
EIn the cut where I keep 'em
'Til I need a nut, 'til I need to beat the guts
BThen it's "beep beep" and I'm pickin' them up
Let 'em play with the dick in the truck
EMany chicks wanna put Jigga's fists in cuffs
Divorce him and split his bucks
BJust because you got good head
I'ma break bread, so you can be livin' it up?
EShit, I part with nothin', y'all be frontin'
Me give my heart to a woman?
BNot for nothin', never happen; I'll be forever mackin'
EHeart cold as assassins, I got no passion
BI got no patience and I hate waitin'
Ho, get your ass in and let's ride!
EWe doin' big pimpin', we spendin' cheese
BCheck 'em out now, big pimpin' on B.L.A.D.'s
EWe doin' big pimpin' up in N.Y.C.
BIt's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
ENigga, it's the big Southern rap impresario
Comin' straight up out the black barrio
BMakes a mill' up off a sorry ho
Then sit back and peep my sce-nahr-i-o
EOops, my bad, that's "my scenario"
No, I can't fuck a scary ho
BNow every time, every place, everywhere we go
Hoes start pointin', they say: "There he go!"
ENow these motherfuckers know we carry mo'
Heat than a little bit
BWe don't pull it out over little shit
And if you catch a lick when I spit Then it won't be a little hit
EGo read a book, you illiterate son of a bitch!
And step up your vocab!
BDon't be surprised if your ho stab out with me
And you see us comin' down on yo' SLAB
ELivin' ghetto-fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it
BBut nigga if you hatin' I
Then you wait while I get your bitch butt-naked
EJust break it; you gotta pay like you weigh
Wet with two pairs of clothes on
BNow get yo' ass to the back as I'm flyin' to the track
Timbaland, let me spit my prose on
EPump it up in the pro-zone
That's the track that we breakin' these hoes on
BAin't the track that we flows on
But when shit get hot then the Glock start poppin' like ozone
EWe keep hoes crunk like Trigger-man
For real, it don't get no bigger, man
BDon't trip, let's flip, gettin' throwed on the flip
Gettin' blowed with the motherfuckin' Jigga Man, fool!
EWe be big pimpin', spendin' cheese
BWe be big pimpin' on B.L.A.D.'s
EWe be big pimpin' down in P.A.T.
BIt's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
ESmokin' out, pourin' up
Keepin' lean up in my cup
BAll my car got leather and wood
In my hood we call it "buck"
EEverybody wanna ball
Holla at broads at the mall
BIf he up, watch him fall
Nigga, I can't fuck with y'all
EIf I wasn't rappin', baby
I would still be ridin' Mercedes
BComin' down and sippin' daily
No record 'til whitey pay me
EUhhh, now what y'all know about them Texas boys?
BComin' down in candied toys
Smokin' weed and talkin' noise
EWe be big pimpin', spendin' cheese
BWe be big pimpin' on B.L.A.D.'s
EWe be big pimpin' down in P.A.T.
BIt's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
EOn the canopy, my stamina be
Enough for Pamela Anderson Lee
BMTV jam of the week
Made my money quick, then back to the streets
EBut still sittin' on blades, sippin' that Ray
Standin' on the corner of my block, hustlin'
BStill gettin' that cane
Half what I paid slippin' right through customs
EIt'll sell by night, its egg shell white
BI got so many grams, if the man find out
It will land me in jail for life
EBut I'm still big pimpin', spendin' cheese
With Bun B, Pimp C, and Timothy
BWe got bitches in the back of the truck
Laughin' it up, Jigga Man: that's what's up!
EWe be big pimpin', spendin' cheese
BWe be big pimpin' on B.L.A.D.'s
EWe be big pimpin' down in P.A.T.
BIt's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
4.
Holy Grail
Key: AmCapo 5HardAm
G
F
F/E
Dm
E
F/G
C
Esus
- "/" chords denote the bass notes the piano plays
- Feedback is always appreciated!
Am You take the clothes off my back, and I let youAm G
F You steal the food right out of my mouth, and I watch you eat itF/E
I Dmstill don't know why.Dm.. E
F why our love isF/G so Ammuch... Oh
Am You curse my name - in spite, to put me to shameAm G
F Air all my laundry in the streets, dirty or clean, Give it up for famF/Ee
But I Dmstill don't know why...
F why I love itF/G so Ammuch... Yea
AnCd baby, It's amazing I'm in this Gmaze with you, I just can't crack ya cAmode
One day you screaming you loGve me loud, the next day you're so coldF
One day you're here, One day you're theGre, One day you care, you're so unfairEsus
Sippin' from the cup till it runneth over, Holy Grail Am
AmBlue told me remind you n**
Fuck that shit y'all talking bout
I'm the n**
Caught up in all these lights and cameras
But look what that shit did to Hammer
Goddammit it I like it
Bright lights is enticing
But look what it did to Tyson
All that money in one night
Thirty mill for one fight
But soon as all the money blows
All the pigeons take flight
Fuck the fame, keep cheating on me
What I do, I took her back, fool me twice
That's my bad, I can't even blame her for that
Enough to make me wanna murder
Momma please just get my bail
I know nobody to blame
Kurt Cobain, I did it to myself
And we all just entertainers
And we're stupid and contagious
And we all just entertainers
AnCd baby, It's amazing I'm in this Gmaze with you, I just can't crack ya cAmode
One day you screaming you loGve me loud, the next day you're so coldF
One day you're here, One day you're theGre, One day you care, you're so unfairEsus
Sippin' from the cup till it runneth over, Holy Grail Am
AmNow I got tattoos on my body, psycho bitches in my lobby
I got haters in the paper, photo shoots with paparazzi
Can't even take my daughter for a walk
See em by the corner store, I feel like I'm cornered off
Enough is enough, I'm calling this off
Who the fuck I'm kidding though
I'm getting high, sitting low
Sliding by in that big body
Curtains all in my window
This fame hurt but this chain works
I think back you asked the same person
If this is all you had to deal with
N** deal with, this shit ain't work
This light work
Camera snapping, my eyes hurt
N** dying back where I was birthed
Fuck your iris and the IRS
Get the hell up off your high horse
You got the shit that n** die for, dry yours
Why you mad, take the good with the bad
Don't throw the baby out with the bath water
You still alive, still that n**
N** you survived
You still getting bigger n**
Living the life, Vanilla wafers
In a villa, illest n** alive
Michael Jackson's Thriller
AnCd baby, It's amazing I'm in this Gmaze with you, I just can't crack ya cAmode
One day you screaming you loGve me loud, the next day you're so coldF
One day you're here, One day you're theGre, One day you care, you're so unfairEsus
Sippin' from the cup till it runneth over, Holy Grail Am
Am You get the air out my lungs, whenever you need itAm G
F And you take the blade right out my heart, just so you can watch me bleediF/Eng
I Dmstill don't know why.Dm.. E
F why I love youF/G so mAmuch... Oh
Am And you play this game in spite to drive me insaneAm G
F I got it tattooed on my sleeve forever in ink with guess whose nameF/E
BuDmt I still don't know DmwhyE...
F why our love iF/Gs soAm much
AnCd baby, It's amazing I'm in this Gmaze with you, I just can't crack ya cAmode
One day you screaming you loGve me loud, the next day you're so coldF
One day you're here, One day you're theGre, One day you care, you're so unfairEsus
Sippin' from the cup till it runneth over, Holy Grail Am
5.
Fuck You
Key: CHardC
D7
F
Em7
Am7
Dm7
G
I see you Cdriving round town with the D7girl I love
And Im like F Fuck youuuu! (COoo ooo ooo!)
I guess the Cchange in my pocket D7wasnt enough
And Im like FFuck youuuu! And a-FuCck her too!
I said Cif I was richer, Id sD7till be with ya
Ha,F now aint that some shiCt? (aint that some shit?)
And although theres Cpain in my chest,
I still D7wish you the best with a. . .
FFuck youuuu! C(Ooo ooo ooo)
Verse 1
CYeah Im sorry; I cant afford a FerD7rari,
But Fthat dont mean I cant get you tChere.
CI guess hes an Xbox and Im more AD7tari,
But the Fway you play your game aint faCir.
CI pity the foooooooolD7 that falls in love with youF
F(Oh shit shes a gold diggerC!)
CWell...(Just thought you should know nigga.)
COoooooh, Ive gD7ot some news for you
FYeah go run and tell your little Cboyfriend
(Chorus 2)
I see you Cdriving round town with the D7girl I love
And Im like:F Fuck youuuu! C(Ooo ooo ooo!)
I guess the Cchange in my pocket D7wasnt enough
And Im like: F Fuck youuuu! And aC-Fuck her too!
I said C If I was richer, Id D7still be with ya
Ha,F now aint that some shit? C(aint that some shit?)
And although theres pCain in my chest,
I still D7wish you the best with a. . .
FFuck youuuu! C(Ooo ooo ooo)
Verse 2
CNow I know, that I had to D7borrow,
FBeg and steal and lie and Ccheat.
CTrying to keep ya, trying toD7 please ya.
Cause beFing in love with your ass aint cheCap, now.
CI pity the foooooooool that D7falls in love with you
F(Oh shit shes a gold digger!)C
CWell...(Just thought you should know nigga)
COoooooh Ive gD7ot some news for yFou
FI really Chate your ass right now
(Chorus 3)
I see you Cdriving round town with the D7girl I love
And Im like:F Fuck youuuu! C (Ooo ooo ooo!)
I guess the Cchange in my pocket D7wasnt enough
And Im like: F Fuck youuuu! And a-C Fuck her too!
I said C If I was richer, Id D7still be with ya
Ha,F now aint that some shit? (Caint that some shit?)
And although theres pCain in my chest,
I still D7wish you the best with a. . .
FFuck youuuu! C(Ooo ooo ooo)
Bridge
Em7Now baby, baby, baby, why you Am7wanna wanna hurt me so bDm7aad?
(So bad, so bad,G so bad)
Em7I tried to tell my mamma but she Am7told me:
This is one for your D7dad.
D7(Your dad, your dad) GYes she did. (Your dad).
Im like: D7Uh! Whhhy? FUh! Whhhy? GUh!
Whhhy, Claaaady? D7Owww! I love you,F Owww!
I still love Gyou!! Oooooooohhh!
(Chorus 4)
I see you Cdriving round town with the D7girl I love
And Im like: FFuck youuuu! (COoo ooo ooo!)
I guess the Cchange in my pocket D7wasnt enough
And Im like: FFuck youuuu! And a- FCuck her too!
I said C If I was richer, Id D7still be with ya
Ha,F now aint that some shit? C(aint that some shit?)
And although theres Cpain in my chest,
I still D7wish you the best with a. . .
FFuck youuuu! C(Ooo ooo ooo-oo)
6.
Empire State Of Mind
Key: FHardF
Bmaj7
Bb
B
C
D#m
(part.: Alicia Keys)
Yeah, Yeah, Im'ma up at FBrooklyn, now Im down in Tribeca
Right next to DeNiro, But i?ll be hood forever
I?m the new Bmaj7Sinatra, and since I made it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah they love me everywhere
I used to cop in FHarlem , all of my dominicanos
Right there up on broadway, brought me back to that McDonalds
Took it to my stash spot, Five Sixty Stage street
Catch me in the kitchen like a simmons whipping pastry
Cruising down F8th street, off white lexus
Driving so slow but BK is from Texas
Me I?m up at Bedsty, home of that boy Biggie
Now i live on billboard, and i brought my boys with me
Say wat up to FTy Ty, still sipping Malta
Sitting courtside Knicks and Nets give me high fives
N-gga I be Bbspiked out, I can trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are Fmade of
Theres nothing you can?t do,
Now you?re in New York,
These streets will make you feel Fbrand new,
The lights will inspire you,
Let's here it for New York, New York, New York
I made you hot n-gga
Catch me at the FX with OG at a Yankee game
Sh-t I made the yankee hat more famous than a yankee can
You should know I bleed Blue, but I aint a crip tho
But i got a gang of n-ggas walking with my click though
welcome to the Fmelting pot, corners where we selling rocks
Afrika Bambaataa sh-t, home of the hip hop
Yellow cap, gypsy cap, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners it aint fitted they forgot how to act
Eight million Fstories out there and their naked
Cities is a pity half of y?all won?t make it
Me i gotta plug a special and i got it made
If Jesus payin LeBron, I?m paying Dwayne Wade
Three dice Cee-Lo, three card marley
Labor day parade, rest in peace Bob Marley,
Statue of BbLiberty, long live the World trade
Long live the king yo, I?m from the empire state that's
chorus
FLights is blinding, girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick, the side lines is
Blind with casualties,who sipping life casually
Then gradually become worse, don?t bite the apple Eve
FCaught up in the in crowd, now your in-style
And in the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out
The city of sin is a pity on a whim
Good girls gone bad, the cities filled with them
FMommy took a bus trip and now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her, just like a bus route
Hail Mary to the city your a Virgin
And Jesus can?t save you life starts when the church ends
FCame here for school, graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight
BbMDMA got you feeling like a champion
The city never sleeps better slip you a Ambien
chorus
BOne hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty
CNo place in the World that can compare
D#mPut your lighters in the air, everybody say Bbyeah
Come on, come, yeah
chorus
7.
Bonnie and Clyde
Key: FMediumF
E
E7
B
Am
UFhhE uE7hh BuhAmh.
You ready B? Let's go get 'em..
Verse 1: Jay-Z
Look for me! Young, B
Cruisin down the westside - high, way
Doing what we like to do - our, way
Eyes behind shades, this necklace the reason
all of my dates been blind dates
But today, I got my thoroughest girl wit me
I'm mashin the gas, she's grabbin the wheel, it's true to the heart
She rides with me - the new Bobby and Whitney
Only time we don't speak is during "Sex and the City"
She gets Carrie fever, but soon as the show is over
She's right back to being my soldier
Cuz mami's a rider, and I'm a roller
Put us together, how they gon' stop both us?
What ever she lacks, I'm right over her shoulder
When I'm off track mami is keepin me focused
So let's, lock this down like it's supposed to be
The '03 Bonnie and Clyde, Hov' and B
::Chorus::
Jay All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend.
Bey Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend.
Jay All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend.
Bey Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend.
Verse 2: Jay-Z
The problem is, you dudes treat the one that you lovin
with the same respect that you treat the one that you humpin
Now they 'bout nothin - if ever you mad about somethin
It won't be that; oh no it won't be that
I don't be at, places where we comfy at
With no be-atch; oh no you won't see that
And no, I ain't perfect - nobody walkin this earth's surface is
But girlfriend, work with the kid
I keep you workin at Kermain, Burkin bag (?)
Winolo (?), Timbs, aviator lens
600 drops, Mercedes Benz e-c hords. com
The only time you wear Burberry to swim
And I don't have to worry, only worry is him
She do anything necessary for him
And I do anything necessary for her
so don't let the necessary occur, yep!
::Chorus::
Beyonce
(Talk to 'em B)
If I was your girlfried
I'll be there for you, if somebody hurts you
Even if it's somebody (?)
Yeah-hee (break it down for 'em)
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be
And so I put this on my life
Nobody or nothing will ever come between us
And I promise I'll give my life
and all of my trust if you was my boyfriend
Put this on my life
The air that I breathe in, all that I believe in
I promise I'll give my life
and all of my trust if you was my boyfriend
8.
Manyfacedgod
Key: AHardA
D
F#m
E
Bm
G#m
AToDo Aperfect not to wF#monder
If we created a fAlame that would warm us 'til ODctober F#m
AWe inEvented lovDers from company for the summer
EI was many faces, Abut at least I was willing to change
I was worried tDhat the Bmway I Awas wouldG#m end me up F#malone
DAG#mA
LDook at all we bF#meen through since last August
ESkating through the rumors like, D"Aw, shit!"
F#mStill came back, fucked up the red Dcarpet
EShows how big your heart is
DOn the run, we took a hundred together
F#mMore than the money, it was the fact that we done it together
DUh, healing in real time
A"Song Cry" to "Resentment", that was real crying
DBonnie and Clyde things, we hold it down
AHad we surrendered then, that'd be the real crime
F#mGot through it, got blessed times two with it
ENew Bel-Air estates with four pools in it
F#mI told my bDro, "You gotta go home," over vF#mino
AGoodfella, don't gamble with your life, this ain't Casino
DCost him two mill' plus the child support
EWe'll get the money bAack, but not the child support
DIt's getting too late, we can't affoF#mrd mistakes
DWoulda broke me down had you got away
F#mIt woulda broke me up had you took my child away
EI'm glad we found a way
Be grateful for whatever comes
Because each has been sent from a guy from beyond