Caine House Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[D]Chorus[Em]
So I told you where I hang out
Ya got some sellin then
Haller my [D]name out
Remember man me an you
[Bm]Runnin up out the cain house
[Em]Nigga just for you I blow his
brains out
I blow his [D]brains out
Ill blow his mutherfuckin brains out

[Verse 2]
So I [Em]told you where I hang out
Ya got some [G]sellin then
Haller my [D]name out
Remem[Bm]ber man me an you
Runnin up out the cain house
[Em]Nigga just for you I blow his brains out
[Am]I blow his brain[D]s out
Ill blow [Em]his mutherfuckin brains out

[Verse 3]
[Em]Verso One
Two of my hommies got killed
From the hollow point [G]tips
Cepts it looks like hell
[Bm]Three point five million
From those [D]narcotic [C]sells
Gang signs thats maile
Seventy [G]two hours incarcerated
[Bm]All becouse my hood
floss bloody [D]body's
On the [C]pavement
That playa hater [Em]shit
Is what [G]brings that type of drama
[Bm]What a nigga need to start doin
Is just [D]kidnappin your [C]mama
Catch me in the [Em]game for [G]8 years
So watch my nigga catch stripes
[Bm]In the middle of the night
Seein [D]fiends smoke pipes
[C]Dub sacks an Coniac
Helps me [G]deal with these [Bm]phonies
Busters sellin for G's that I [D]stack
From the [C]back to ponies
[Em]I got hommies with L's on they backs[A]
Who [Bm]fell through the crack
And hidin [D]shank's under they mattress
Where were you
[Em]When will you realise
When [G]cockin Glocks
To pop those cops
[Bm]Makes a Mil of these blocks
Ride in [D]drop tops
Be foolin with [Em]G- nocks
Dont trust those bitches
They choose to squish and
[A]let em [Bm]squeel
Go ahead and trust em
You'll [D]have no money screamin
[Em]BIAATCH
To tha billi ba- bang
The re[G]flections drummin like [Am]solo
Hold [Bm]on like En Vogue
Put out that [D]Endo
Let [C]down the window
[Em]Tec's to our set
Seven[G]teen to mix with the [A]bullshit
Lettin em [Bm]know at the do' with
the full clip
When you [D]bust at me
That [C]nigga slip
They steady runnin
The gun
To keep the [G]nigga off that lay low
[Bm]Got niggs on the pay roll
That'll kill when I [D]say so
[C]Three hay- lo's
[Em]It gets so fatel
On Warnell talk to [A]no one
Some[Bm]times it gets to the [D]point I
Cock my ho's [C]see[Em][G][Bm]
[D]what Im [Em]sayi[Asus4]n
[Bm]
[D]Chorus Verse Two

[Verse 4]
[C]The
[Em]lord[G][Bm][D][C]
[Em]
[G]is[Bm][D]
[C]smokin
[Em]Thats why my [G]life
Has been this livin hell
[Bm]For the thug life up on the [D]street
And to the [C]prison cell
[Em]Unlawfull use is what
They [C]caught me with [Bm]a Tec- 9
An do they got probable [D]cause
They never did [C]take no time
[Em]Steady use of prison
Took an[G]other brothers man hood
[Bm]They choose next time
Up under the [D]bench
They say it[C]s all good
But I was [Em]young
Didnt know any [A]better
Although I [Bm]did comp out the bootcamp
Fly to [D]give a brotha [C]seven
Years of [Em]prison teirs
My [G]hommies pourin beers
[Bm]I guess this henny
Should be [D]life of what a [C]thug lives
[Em]My only hurt
Maybe wont be my [A]last
But heres a [Bm]tip for these cops
Next time Im [D]goin out with a [C]blast
So if you look up in this [Em]black man's
[G]Eyes of straight madness
[Bm]Ready to buck you down
Upon the [D]ground
For all my [C]past teachers
[Em]Give your souls up
If your showed up
[G]Dont hold up
[Bm]We Do or Die
[D]And [C]you[Em][G][Bm]
[D][Cm]
[Em]know we[G]
[Bm]Straight soldiers
[D]Chorus

[Interlude 1]
[Bm][Em][G][Bm]
[D][C][Em][G]
[Bm][D]

[Verse 5]
[C]Nigga I got your [G]back
You got mine
Lets keep it comin
Throw your [Bm]guns in the air
Uh- uh no time for [D]runnin
They'll [Em]miss the gunnin
Its Do or Die
When we ride out
[Bm]Niggero you comin
Lets leave the [D]scene
And go and hide out
An [C]miss the trippin
[Em]Trippin an [G]clippin
Lets get to dippin
[Bm]Mutherfuck gonna die
Becouse he [D]lied
About my hommie flippin
[Em]Swole head and a broke jaw
[A]Fuck that
[Bm]My nigga you dead an gone
But you [D]better believe
Im [C]bustin back
Aint got no time
For individu[G]als
Who just [D]wanna trip
[Bm]You done broke his jaw
You done broke my [D]law
So now I gots to dip
[Em]Now whip
Up on that ass
With this [A]nine milla
[Bm]You aint fuckin with a ho
You fuckin with a [D]po
That be a stone killa
[C]My nigga dead an gone
So [G]rest in peace an close his casket
[Bm]Thiers plenty more chances
If it takes [D]ten years
I swear ill kill this [Em]basterd
To war zone grab that chrome
Plus the [A]clip that [Bm]matches
Retalliation is a [D]must
Thats why Im kickin asses
[C]These [Em]BHN they straight be [G]trippin
Cus the [A]hood I come from
[Bm]Thats why Im packin
[D]Fully be jackin
Cus these [C]ho's dont want none
Cant get [D]along
Keep this [G]mo
Im talkin player [Bm]rythem
Got niggas on the side
Whose bitin [D]ears
By [C]spittin negatism
[Em]I got my ninner
Off of [G]safety
Ready to try it out
[Bm]What made me do it
It was [D]hood when I [C]ride out
From north or [Em]south
To the [G]east to the west
Who rolls the best
[Bm]So fuck your chief
His [D]ass gonna die
When I [C]load [Em]this tec
[G]Chorus To

[Verse 6]
[Bm]
[D]them nig[Em]gas in the[G] pen[Bm][D][Em]
[G]Who got sen[Bm]t[D][C][Em]
[Bm]up for this [D]bull[Em]shit
Yea [Bm]pullin triggas [Em]fo' bigger figgas
Thats it them niggas loyal
to this game
And some of these niggas aint
[D]your hommies
The niggas you think are [Em]your
hommies are not your hommies
So when you look behind your back
[D]That mut[Em]herfucker might be havin
a knife stabbin you
So you watch that shit
Its real
About that [D]pen nigga
To the niggas [Em]on the street an in the pen yea