260 Chords

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[Verse 1]
[Em]Yeah,[B]
scandal[Em]ous
Yeah miraculous, [B]the [Em]arsonists

[Verse 2]
Yo, kicked down the door on the spot,
260
2L, I heard they had O's for sale
I heard the [B]same shit,
money drive a burgundy whip
Keep it low, faded licenses plates
and great [Em]plate
Where's the cat from,
think he's from New Jerusalem
Pretty Rick did his thing for him,
but he was using him
[B]Power sun, jungle, physical,
you know the God
He go with Tim,
the one who called Lover of God
Y, [Em]Equality Self,
I know the natural law now
It's time to get the God U
and blow like mines
But on the [B]low I heard he got
born original sin
Back in a drive- through Kentucky
Fried shot up his [Em]Ac
We got to get him Dunn,
aliens is snatching our bread
U.F.O.'s moving in with bigger
plans than Fed, yo
[B]Knock on Daddy- O's
door get the scope
He's not home,
he took Ishmael to Park Slope
There go the the [Em]dreads yo, swindle
two bags of that stuff
That get you crashed out had
you laid out like bums
[B]Peace Kiana, what's up with
your girlfriend Wanda
She drive a green Honda,
with legs like Jane [Em]Fonda
I just left her,
she took Rashaan to Pathmark then
Jetted to Canal to get
her man some Clarks
She said be [B]back in ninety minutes,
Ghostface God forbid
She say, peace to W,
who's watching the kid[Em]s?

[Verse 3]
Two hours later,
scheming like De Niro in Casino
Son better have more coke
[B]than Al Pacino
Keana ain't telling no lies,
last year she did a sting and a half
And Tymeek bought her a aircraft
[Em]But anyway, yo, Daddy- O home,
we need the shotties nidow
When we get back, throw you a bit out
[B]Later that night, stay mesmerized yo
Go get the green 5, meet you on
the corner of [Em]Mar riott
You ready,
you got the E&J and the machete?
We going upstairs,
I hope one nigga is empty
[B]We walked in, both of us,
looked like terrorists
Masks on, second floor,
Dunn yo, I handle this
[Em]Kick in the crib,
the whole shit looked graphical
Natural, fucking a white bitch, actual
[B]Fiends chanting, "Do your thing Chef,
handle it"
I shot him in the neck,
it ricocheted and hit Carolyn
[Em]Ran to the back analyzing,
much disguising
Surprise we coming and
their eyes were tranquilized
[B]And bugging, throwing her twin
cousins at his nugget, fuck it
Meet shottie waddy slug [Em]body hobby
Where the drugs,
where the ounces you be bouncing
Fake cats announcing on the block,
you lounging
Where the [B]blow at, I ain't got shit,
stop fronting
(Yo Chef, throw the joint in his
mouth, money'll start stunting
[Em]Bitch, show that bit,
before I push your wig back
Chef stop waving that,
show him where the paper at)
[B]Come here Valerie,
you know the God he need a salary
Put down the pipe here's two
tickets to a coke gallery
[Em]It's in the kitchen in the ceiling
(Baby girl kept squealing
Only found a white block
of cheese from New Zealand
[B]Oh shit! Yo, yo where that shit at yo?
Yo Chef, where that [Em]shit? What?)