E                        
Try to blackball me, so i ask 'em where the hoop at (ballin')
E
In the SOHO in A  asking the valet where the coupe at
(what up with that?)
F#m
80 for the jet that meet with Jay and then I flew back (facts)
A
The Ace of Spade. they put up on my tab a extra two stacks
E
Signing my deal, they asked if I would sign for a mil (for what?)
E
I ask them why would I do that when I already signed for a mil (you hear me?)
E
I'm a contract killer, bitch, had to sign up to kill (B-b-boom!)
F#m
Put you on the boom list, the homies'll line you for real (FC TS!)
E
But I'm trynna just chill, cause my mind is too ill (Oh)
E                                           A
Don't provoke 'em too much cause we commit crimes for the thrill (Grrr)
              F#m
I'm a fucking bandit
You under-fucking-stand it? (you hear me)
I run with G's nigga, fuck who the fuck you ran with
 C#m  
Fuck em
E
New York City. home of the pretty women (Harlem what's up?)
E
Where you gotta get the dough before you get the women (get your money up)
B
Middle of the winter I'm buying shit to swim in (facts nigga)
D#m                          D#dim          
Nigga, you just buying them cars that my niggas been in

[Chorus: Jim Jones]
             E                            A
So there was once upon a time when them niggas tried to kill us
  A           
Started getting money, so them bitches start to feel us (hey baby)
F#m
DA told the judge they a bunch of drug dealers (fuck 'em)
F#m
Throwing up gang signs like they on them four wheelers
E
So there was once upon a time when them niggas tried to kill us
A
Started getting money, so them bitches start to feel us (hey baby)
F#m
DA told the judge they a bunch of drug dealers (fuck 'em)
F#m          C#m       
Throwing up gang signs like they on them four wheelers

[Verse 2: Cam'ron]
      E              
I got acres in the boonies, I remember it was gloomy
        E
And I only had five on it, something like the Luniz
         A
Now the Maybach is roomy, spent a 100K in Bloomies 
       F#m                                              E
But I got my own clothes, 3 million I made in Zumiez, baby
 E
Legend, I maneuver cars
Who wants smoke, I have it looking like a hookah bar
A                                                  F#m
Superstar, car ceiling looking like Mars, Venus, Jupiter 
Pull strings like Garth Brooks on a new guitar
E
We the shit, we the shit, some foul manure
E
Long live the Set, glory glory hallelujah
A
Welcome back to the hallway loiterers
F#m
I made mills off the white girl, I exploited her
E 
No disrespecting the ladies, word from my team (why)
E
That's the reason Dame smacked Harvey Weinstein (pervert)
A
On the set of Paid In Full, y'all gave him hell about it
F#m
Some foul shit happened once, Capo, tell 'em about it

[Chorus: Jim Jones]
             E                            A
So there was once upon a time when them niggas tried to kill us
  A           
Started getting money, so them bitches start to feel us (hey baby)
F#m
DA told the judge they a bunch of drug dealers (fuck 'em)
F#m
Throwing up gang signs like they on them four wheelers
E
So there was once upon a time when them niggas tried to kill us
A
Started getting money, so them bitches start to feel us (hey baby)
F#m
DA told the judge they a bunch of drug dealers (fuck 'em)
F#m          C#m       
Throwing up gang signs like they on them four wheelers
E
Eastside

[Outro](Till fade)
E E 
E A F#m