Chords for 2Pac ft. Method Man & Eazy E - Enemies
Tempo:
91.85 bpm
Chords used:
B
A
C#
C#m
G#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
All these [G#m] weak rappers, Nas, [A] all these suckers, they battling off of East and West like this is a game, this ain't no [B] game.
We coming to the East Coast [C#] to prove there is no fear, there is no problem, [A] there ain't nothing but opportunity.
[B] And the opportunity is, [C#] overthrow the government y'all got right now with this bad [A] boy and Nas and all that [B] bullshit.
And you can bring a [C#] new government here that will feed every person in the EU.
[A] They got me twisted in [B] this game, the feds and [C#] the police, point and pincers at my brain.
[A] I'm about to hit for wrong cause [B] I'm dug down, my homies [C#m] murdering executioner's pal, running in the drug house, [A] president in his cane.
And I don't wanna [B] die, and I don't wanna [C#m] kill you, keep my name out your mouth, boy nigga I have to [A] drill you on my enemy's [B] bum.
For the shit you think you [C#] did, don't make me murder you nigga, if my enemies [A] love their kids.
Hey, why I have [B] drama, nigga your baby [C#m] mama stay right around the corner, I can touch her if I [A] fucking roll her.
So [B] why you wanna insist that [C#] this, I got your name at the top of the fucking dead bitch [A] list.
Me Mr.
McAfee, [B] back in the year, [C#m] I got a era, death row and outlaws, nobody does this [A] shit better.
My [B] lyrics explode on [C#] contact, best prepared for combat, ain't no stopping so bomb [A] back.
It's the last days, [B] niggas are dying for [C#m] bullshit, back in 11 it's heavy, yet I'm ready to pull [A] quick.
Niggas ain't [B] ready for a brother that's living [C#] major, but wait this dude was sick, motherfucker that's spitting [A] dicks.
Cause when I cut em they cut, [B] when I stick em they stuck, [C#] and my ambition's to buck, cause I ain't giving a [A] fuck.
Throw the neighborhood up, [B] look at all the shit that we did, [C#] murder's a lifelong bitch, if my enemies [A] love their kids.
I'm stressed out in this [B] game, the feds and the [C#] police pointing guns at my brain, I'm [A] about to hit some wrong cause I'm [B] dubbed out.
My homies [C#m] murdering, executions, stab running in the drug house, [A] stressed out in this game.
I don't wanna [B] die, and I don't wanna [C#m] kill you, keep my name out your mouth, poor nigga I have to [A] kill you, all my enemies bug [B] me.
For the shit you think you [C#] did, don't make me murder you nigga, if my enemies [A] love their kids.
Tracks, [B] tracks in the cradle, [C#] tracks in the cradle, [A] tracks in the cradle, [B] coaxing the fools, [C#] little boy flew higher than the [A] moon.
Willie wanted weapons, Wilma [B] wanted a womb, [C#] I come to school and lay down the room.
[A] Shooting with the guzzle, great [B] gallons of grime, [C#] shorty with the 40 was sporting the dome.
[A] I walk on her, [B] black is a corner, [C#] getting really wanted, girl now mama is a owner.
Now [A] I walk on ice and [B] never fail, I [C#m] spent my time in a plush hotel.
[A] John John phenomenon, deadly bacon, [G#m] whirling my palm, Devon [C#] Dawn got the right to bear on.
Bring the yellow on up a [A] sound boy dying, hot [B] iron, slug flying out the [C#] hardware appliance.
Baby mama crying, sobbing [A] and grieving, you was at [G#m] odds with them kids, still they made [C#] it even.
Let down your guard, yes you did, now you [G#] barely grieving, two in the way, [B] open season on the dot.
[C#] We don't give a what, your best best to give it up.
[A] Showing D, let's run these [B] emcees, they phony, some [C#] hump free, they mad bogey.
Saddle up your horse, there's [A] a sunset, mosey.
[B] Jam Master Jay deserve a trophy [C#] for this track, right?
Futuristic G, [A] past time, if that's your [B] girlfriend, she wasn't last night [C#] punk.
Little boy, stylish, mad chump, ain't no rent [A] here, sport is extreme, [B] know what I mean?
Getting [C#] royalties, down with the king!
Turn [G] the fucking lights out!
[A] They got me stressed out in [B] this game, the feds [C#] and the police pointing guns at my brain.
[G#m] I'm about to hit some wrong, [B] cause I'm dug down, my [C#m] homies murdering, executing,
stab running in the [G#m] clubhouse, stressed out in this game.
I don't [B] wanna die, and I don't [C#m] wanna kill you, keep my name out your mouth.
Poor nigga have [B] to kill you, all my enemies broke, for the shit you think [C#] did it.
Don't make me murder you nigga, if my [G#m] enemies love their kids.
Rockets are strapped in plastic, nigga this is [C#] drastic.
The text a nigga with the bite automatic, it [G#m] calls static.
Like I'm [B] Osberg bumping and motherfuckers [C#m] is bluffing.
Play the phone up a bit, like Michael Jackson, one of [G#m] these thoughts up.
Holler at my crew and they perish, who blew [C#m] you terrace, got that ass in my sight.
Tonight I'm busting off [G#m] the terrace with multiple gunshots.
[B] Niggas are [C#] dropping rapidly, busting their crooked cops.
The bitches [G#m] running after me, telling them I'm [B] hot.
When they ask why, [C#m] I'm flipping off the top of my drop.
Cause you know why, [A] keep dipping on my block.
[B] They say I rock some box, but [C#] real cops have not.
We bust shots from blocks, [G#m] fuck cops.
My only fear [B] and cap, can you hear me, it's [C#m] coming back.
Had enough of this bullshit world, so none [G#m] of that.
I felt no [B] remorse for all the shit that we [C#] did.
Niggas tired of hearing silence, if my enemies [G#m] love their kids.
I'm invested in [B] this game, the feds and [C#m] the police.
Pointing pistols at my brain, [A] I'm about to hit some wrong cause [B] I'm dug down.
My homies [C#m] murdering, executing, stab running in the clubhouse.
[G#m] I'm invested in this game, I don't wanna [B] die, and I don't wanna [C#m] kill you.
Keep my name out your mouth.
Poor nigga have [A] to kill you, all my enemies [B] blowing.
All the shit that they [C#m] did, don't make me murder you nigga.
If my enemies [G#] love their kids.
Being a gangster [B] is so neat, [C#] yeah.
Gangster beat for the streets.
Being [B] a gangster is so neat, [C#] yeah.
Gangster beat for the streets.
My [G#] beat for the streets of [B] the beach, I'll be rolling.
[C#] Never see me strolling, parties I'll be holding.
[G#] Girls in the daisies, [B] drive easy crazy.
[C#] Rolled up my windows as I turn on my AC.
[A] Rolling down French, I'll [B] see the hoes jocking.
[C#] Sunday nights popping, I see the foes hopping.
[G#] My stereo's bumping, that [B] ATL funk.
You can [C#] call it what you want, either way the shit works.
[A] Being [B] a gangster is so neat, [C#] yeah.
Gangster beat for the streets.
[C#m] Being [B] a gangster is so neat, [C#] yeah.
Gangster beat for the streets.
[A] Being [B] a gangster is so neat, [C#] yeah.
Gangster beat for the streets.
[A] Being [B] a gangster is so neat, [C#m] yeah.
Gangster beat for the streets.
[A] Got me twisted in this [B] game.
The feds and the [C#] police pointing pistols at my brain.
I'm [A] about to hit some wrongs cause I'm [B] dug down.
My homies [C#m] murdering, executions stabbed.
Running in the drug house [A] twisted in this game.
I don't wanna [B] die, and I don't wanna [C#m] kill you.
Keep my name out your mouth.
Poor nigga had to [A] kill you.
All my enemies broke [B] for the shit you think you [C#] did.
Don't make me murder you nigga.
If my enemies [A] love their kids, me and [B] my focus roll dog.
[C#] What's the lady's name?
McAvely.
[A] To the valley.
Fuck em [B] all.
My enemies love their kids.
Me and my [C#] focus roll dog.
Untouchable motherfucking [G#] world.
Wild motherfuckers.
[G#m] Dead broke inside.
[C#] [G#] [B] [C#]
We coming to the East Coast [C#] to prove there is no fear, there is no problem, [A] there ain't nothing but opportunity.
[B] And the opportunity is, [C#] overthrow the government y'all got right now with this bad [A] boy and Nas and all that [B] bullshit.
And you can bring a [C#] new government here that will feed every person in the EU.
[A] They got me twisted in [B] this game, the feds and [C#] the police, point and pincers at my brain.
[A] I'm about to hit for wrong cause [B] I'm dug down, my homies [C#m] murdering executioner's pal, running in the drug house, [A] president in his cane.
And I don't wanna [B] die, and I don't wanna [C#m] kill you, keep my name out your mouth, boy nigga I have to [A] drill you on my enemy's [B] bum.
For the shit you think you [C#] did, don't make me murder you nigga, if my enemies [A] love their kids.
Hey, why I have [B] drama, nigga your baby [C#m] mama stay right around the corner, I can touch her if I [A] fucking roll her.
So [B] why you wanna insist that [C#] this, I got your name at the top of the fucking dead bitch [A] list.
Me Mr.
McAfee, [B] back in the year, [C#m] I got a era, death row and outlaws, nobody does this [A] shit better.
My [B] lyrics explode on [C#] contact, best prepared for combat, ain't no stopping so bomb [A] back.
It's the last days, [B] niggas are dying for [C#m] bullshit, back in 11 it's heavy, yet I'm ready to pull [A] quick.
Niggas ain't [B] ready for a brother that's living [C#] major, but wait this dude was sick, motherfucker that's spitting [A] dicks.
Cause when I cut em they cut, [B] when I stick em they stuck, [C#] and my ambition's to buck, cause I ain't giving a [A] fuck.
Throw the neighborhood up, [B] look at all the shit that we did, [C#] murder's a lifelong bitch, if my enemies [A] love their kids.
I'm stressed out in this [B] game, the feds and the [C#] police pointing guns at my brain, I'm [A] about to hit some wrong cause I'm [B] dubbed out.
My homies [C#m] murdering, executions, stab running in the drug house, [A] stressed out in this game.
I don't wanna [B] die, and I don't wanna [C#m] kill you, keep my name out your mouth, poor nigga I have to [A] kill you, all my enemies bug [B] me.
For the shit you think you [C#] did, don't make me murder you nigga, if my enemies [A] love their kids.
Tracks, [B] tracks in the cradle, [C#] tracks in the cradle, [A] tracks in the cradle, [B] coaxing the fools, [C#] little boy flew higher than the [A] moon.
Willie wanted weapons, Wilma [B] wanted a womb, [C#] I come to school and lay down the room.
[A] Shooting with the guzzle, great [B] gallons of grime, [C#] shorty with the 40 was sporting the dome.
[A] I walk on her, [B] black is a corner, [C#] getting really wanted, girl now mama is a owner.
Now [A] I walk on ice and [B] never fail, I [C#m] spent my time in a plush hotel.
[A] John John phenomenon, deadly bacon, [G#m] whirling my palm, Devon [C#] Dawn got the right to bear on.
Bring the yellow on up a [A] sound boy dying, hot [B] iron, slug flying out the [C#] hardware appliance.
Baby mama crying, sobbing [A] and grieving, you was at [G#m] odds with them kids, still they made [C#] it even.
Let down your guard, yes you did, now you [G#] barely grieving, two in the way, [B] open season on the dot.
[C#] We don't give a what, your best best to give it up.
[A] Showing D, let's run these [B] emcees, they phony, some [C#] hump free, they mad bogey.
Saddle up your horse, there's [A] a sunset, mosey.
[B] Jam Master Jay deserve a trophy [C#] for this track, right?
Futuristic G, [A] past time, if that's your [B] girlfriend, she wasn't last night [C#] punk.
Little boy, stylish, mad chump, ain't no rent [A] here, sport is extreme, [B] know what I mean?
Getting [C#] royalties, down with the king!
Turn [G] the fucking lights out!
[A] They got me stressed out in [B] this game, the feds [C#] and the police pointing guns at my brain.
[G#m] I'm about to hit some wrong, [B] cause I'm dug down, my [C#m] homies murdering, executing,
stab running in the [G#m] clubhouse, stressed out in this game.
I don't [B] wanna die, and I don't [C#m] wanna kill you, keep my name out your mouth.
Poor nigga have [B] to kill you, all my enemies broke, for the shit you think [C#] did it.
Don't make me murder you nigga, if my [G#m] enemies love their kids.
Rockets are strapped in plastic, nigga this is [C#] drastic.
The text a nigga with the bite automatic, it [G#m] calls static.
Like I'm [B] Osberg bumping and motherfuckers [C#m] is bluffing.
Play the phone up a bit, like Michael Jackson, one of [G#m] these thoughts up.
Holler at my crew and they perish, who blew [C#m] you terrace, got that ass in my sight.
Tonight I'm busting off [G#m] the terrace with multiple gunshots.
[B] Niggas are [C#] dropping rapidly, busting their crooked cops.
The bitches [G#m] running after me, telling them I'm [B] hot.
When they ask why, [C#m] I'm flipping off the top of my drop.
Cause you know why, [A] keep dipping on my block.
[B] They say I rock some box, but [C#] real cops have not.
We bust shots from blocks, [G#m] fuck cops.
My only fear [B] and cap, can you hear me, it's [C#m] coming back.
Had enough of this bullshit world, so none [G#m] of that.
I felt no [B] remorse for all the shit that we [C#] did.
Niggas tired of hearing silence, if my enemies [G#m] love their kids.
I'm invested in [B] this game, the feds and [C#m] the police.
Pointing pistols at my brain, [A] I'm about to hit some wrong cause [B] I'm dug down.
My homies [C#m] murdering, executing, stab running in the clubhouse.
[G#m] I'm invested in this game, I don't wanna [B] die, and I don't wanna [C#m] kill you.
Keep my name out your mouth.
Poor nigga have [A] to kill you, all my enemies [B] blowing.
All the shit that they [C#m] did, don't make me murder you nigga.
If my enemies [G#] love their kids.
Being a gangster [B] is so neat, [C#] yeah.
Gangster beat for the streets.
Being [B] a gangster is so neat, [C#] yeah.
Gangster beat for the streets.
My [G#] beat for the streets of [B] the beach, I'll be rolling.
[C#] Never see me strolling, parties I'll be holding.
[G#] Girls in the daisies, [B] drive easy crazy.
[C#] Rolled up my windows as I turn on my AC.
[A] Rolling down French, I'll [B] see the hoes jocking.
[C#] Sunday nights popping, I see the foes hopping.
[G#] My stereo's bumping, that [B] ATL funk.
You can [C#] call it what you want, either way the shit works.
[A] Being [B] a gangster is so neat, [C#] yeah.
Gangster beat for the streets.
[C#m] Being [B] a gangster is so neat, [C#] yeah.
Gangster beat for the streets.
[A] Being [B] a gangster is so neat, [C#] yeah.
Gangster beat for the streets.
[A] Being [B] a gangster is so neat, [C#m] yeah.
Gangster beat for the streets.
[A] Got me twisted in this [B] game.
The feds and the [C#] police pointing pistols at my brain.
I'm [A] about to hit some wrongs cause I'm [B] dug down.
My homies [C#m] murdering, executions stabbed.
Running in the drug house [A] twisted in this game.
I don't wanna [B] die, and I don't wanna [C#m] kill you.
Keep my name out your mouth.
Poor nigga had to [A] kill you.
All my enemies broke [B] for the shit you think you [C#] did.
Don't make me murder you nigga.
If my enemies [A] love their kids, me and [B] my focus roll dog.
[C#] What's the lady's name?
McAvely.
[A] To the valley.
Fuck em [B] all.
My enemies love their kids.
Me and my [C#] focus roll dog.
Untouchable motherfucking [G#] world.
Wild motherfuckers.
[G#m] Dead broke inside.
[C#] [G#] [B] [C#]
Key:
B
A
C#
C#m
G#m
B
A
C#
All these [G#m] weak rappers, Nas, [A] all these suckers, they battling off of East and West like this is a game, this ain't no [B] game.
We coming to the East Coast [C#] to prove there is no fear, there is no problem, [A] there ain't nothing but opportunity.
[B] And the opportunity is, [C#] overthrow the government y'all got right now with this bad [A] boy and Nas and all that [B] bullshit.
And you can bring a [C#] new government here that will feed every person in the EU.
[A] They got me twisted in [B] this game, the feds and [C#] the police, point and pincers at my brain.
[A] I'm about to hit for wrong cause [B] I'm dug down, my homies [C#m] murdering executioner's pal, running in the drug house, [A] president in his cane.
And I don't wanna [B] die, and I don't wanna [C#m] kill you, keep my name out your mouth, boy nigga I have to [A] drill you on my enemy's [B] bum.
For the shit you think you [C#] did, don't make me murder you nigga, if my enemies [A] love their kids.
Hey, why I have [B] drama, nigga your baby [C#m] mama stay right around the corner, I can touch her if I [A] fucking roll her.
So [B] why you wanna insist that [C#] this, I got your name at the top of the fucking dead bitch [A] list.
Me Mr.
McAfee, [B] back in the year, [C#m] I got a era, death row and outlaws, nobody does this [A] shit better.
My [B] lyrics explode on [C#] contact, best prepared for combat, ain't no stopping so bomb [A] back.
It's the last days, [B] niggas are dying for [C#m] bullshit, back in 11 it's heavy, yet I'm ready to pull [A] quick.
Niggas ain't [B] ready for a brother that's living [C#] major, but wait this dude was sick, motherfucker that's spitting [A] dicks.
Cause when I cut em they cut, [B] when I stick em they stuck, [C#] and my ambition's to buck, cause I ain't giving a [A] fuck.
Throw the neighborhood up, [B] look at all the shit that we did, [C#] murder's a lifelong bitch, if my enemies [A] love their kids.
I'm stressed out in this [B] game, the feds and the [C#] police pointing guns at my brain, I'm [A] about to hit some wrong cause I'm [B] dubbed out.
My homies [C#m] murdering, executions, stab running in the drug house, [A] stressed out in this game.
I don't wanna [B] die, and I don't wanna [C#m] kill you, keep my name out your mouth, poor nigga I have to [A] kill you, all my enemies bug [B] me.
For the shit you think you [C#] did, don't make me murder you nigga, if my enemies [A] love their kids.
Tracks, [B] tracks in the cradle, [C#] tracks in the cradle, [A] tracks in the cradle, [B] coaxing the fools, [C#] little boy flew higher than the [A] moon.
Willie wanted weapons, Wilma [B] wanted a womb, [C#] I come to school and lay down the room.
[A] Shooting with the guzzle, great [B] gallons of grime, [C#] shorty with the 40 was sporting the dome.
[A] I walk on her, [B] black is a corner, [C#] getting really wanted, girl now mama is a owner.
Now [A] I walk on ice and [B] never fail, I [C#m] spent my time in a plush hotel.
[A] John John phenomenon, deadly bacon, [G#m] whirling my palm, Devon [C#] Dawn got the right to bear on.
Bring the yellow on up a [A] sound boy dying, hot [B] iron, slug flying out the [C#] hardware appliance.
Baby mama crying, sobbing [A] and grieving, you was at [G#m] odds with them kids, still they made [C#] it even.
Let down your guard, yes you did, now you [G#] barely grieving, two in the way, [B] open season on the dot.
[C#] We don't give a what, your best best to give it up.
[A] Showing D, let's run these [B] emcees, they phony, some [C#] hump free, they mad bogey.
Saddle up your horse, there's [A] a sunset, mosey.
[B] Jam Master Jay deserve a trophy [C#] for this track, right?
Futuristic G, [A] past time, if that's your [B] girlfriend, she wasn't last night [C#] punk.
Little boy, stylish, mad chump, ain't no rent [A] here, sport is extreme, [B] know what I mean?
Getting [C#] royalties, down with the king!
Turn [G] the fucking lights out!
[A] They got me stressed out in [B] this game, the feds [C#] and the police pointing guns at my brain.
[G#m] I'm about to hit some wrong, [B] cause I'm dug down, my [C#m] homies murdering, executing,
stab running in the [G#m] clubhouse, stressed out in this game.
I don't [B] wanna die, and I don't [C#m] wanna kill you, keep my name out your mouth.
Poor nigga have [B] to kill you, all my enemies broke, for the shit you think [C#] did it.
Don't make me murder you nigga, if my [G#m] enemies love their kids.
Rockets are strapped in plastic, nigga this is [C#] drastic.
The text a nigga with the bite automatic, it [G#m] calls static.
Like I'm [B] Osberg bumping and motherfuckers [C#m] is bluffing.
Play the phone up a bit, like Michael Jackson, one of [G#m] these thoughts up.
Holler at my crew and they perish, who blew [C#m] you terrace, got that ass in my sight.
Tonight I'm busting off [G#m] the terrace with multiple gunshots.
[B] Niggas are [C#] dropping rapidly, busting their crooked cops.
The bitches [G#m] running after me, telling them I'm [B] hot.
When they ask why, [C#m] I'm flipping off the top of my drop.
Cause you know why, [A] keep dipping on my block.
[B] They say I rock some box, but [C#] real cops have not.
We bust shots from blocks, [G#m] fuck cops.
My only fear [B] and cap, can you hear me, it's [C#m] coming back.
Had enough of this bullshit world, so none [G#m] of that.
I felt no [B] remorse for all the shit that we [C#] did.
Niggas tired of hearing silence, if my enemies [G#m] love their kids.
I'm invested in [B] this game, the feds and [C#m] the police.
Pointing pistols at my brain, [A] I'm about to hit some wrong cause [B] I'm dug down.
My homies [C#m] murdering, executing, stab running in the clubhouse.
[G#m] I'm invested in this game, I don't wanna [B] die, and I don't wanna [C#m] kill you.
Keep my name out your mouth.
Poor nigga have [A] to kill you, all my enemies [B] blowing.
All the shit that they [C#m] did, don't make me murder you nigga.
If my enemies [G#] love their kids.
Being a gangster [B] is so neat, [C#] yeah.
Gangster beat for the streets.
Being [B] a gangster is so neat, [C#] yeah.
Gangster beat for the streets.
My [G#] beat for the streets of [B] the beach, I'll be rolling.
[C#] Never see me strolling, parties I'll be holding.
[G#] Girls in the daisies, [B] drive easy crazy.
[C#] Rolled up my windows as I turn on my AC.
[A] Rolling down French, I'll [B] see the hoes jocking.
[C#] Sunday nights popping, I see the foes hopping.
[G#] My stereo's bumping, that [B] ATL funk.
You can [C#] call it what you want, either way the shit works.
[A] Being [B] a gangster is so neat, [C#] yeah.
Gangster beat for the streets.
[C#m] Being [B] a gangster is so neat, [C#] yeah.
Gangster beat for the streets.
[A] Being [B] a gangster is so neat, [C#] yeah.
Gangster beat for the streets.
[A] Being [B] a gangster is so neat, [C#m] yeah.
Gangster beat for the streets.
[A] Got me twisted in this [B] game.
The feds and the [C#] police pointing pistols at my brain.
I'm [A] about to hit some wrongs cause I'm [B] dug down.
My homies [C#m] murdering, executions stabbed.
Running in the drug house [A] twisted in this game.
I don't wanna [B] die, and I don't wanna [C#m] kill you.
Keep my name out your mouth.
Poor nigga had to [A] kill you.
All my enemies broke [B] for the shit you think you [C#] did.
Don't make me murder you nigga.
If my enemies [A] love their kids, me and [B] my focus roll dog.
[C#] What's the lady's name?
McAvely.
[A] To the valley.
Fuck em [B] all.
My enemies love their kids.
Me and my [C#] focus roll dog.
Untouchable motherfucking [G#] world.
Wild motherfuckers.
[G#m] Dead broke inside.
[C#] _ _ _ _ [G#] _ _ [B] _ _ [C#] _ _ _
We coming to the East Coast [C#] to prove there is no fear, there is no problem, [A] there ain't nothing but opportunity.
[B] And the opportunity is, [C#] overthrow the government y'all got right now with this bad [A] boy and Nas and all that [B] bullshit.
And you can bring a [C#] new government here that will feed every person in the EU.
[A] They got me twisted in [B] this game, the feds and [C#] the police, point and pincers at my brain.
[A] I'm about to hit for wrong cause [B] I'm dug down, my homies [C#m] murdering executioner's pal, running in the drug house, [A] president in his cane.
And I don't wanna [B] die, and I don't wanna [C#m] kill you, keep my name out your mouth, boy nigga I have to [A] drill you on my enemy's [B] bum.
For the shit you think you [C#] did, don't make me murder you nigga, if my enemies [A] love their kids.
Hey, why I have [B] drama, nigga your baby [C#m] mama stay right around the corner, I can touch her if I [A] fucking roll her.
So [B] why you wanna insist that [C#] this, I got your name at the top of the fucking dead bitch [A] list.
Me Mr.
McAfee, [B] back in the year, [C#m] I got a era, death row and outlaws, nobody does this [A] shit better.
My [B] lyrics explode on [C#] contact, best prepared for combat, ain't no stopping so bomb [A] back.
It's the last days, [B] niggas are dying for [C#m] bullshit, back in 11 it's heavy, yet I'm ready to pull [A] quick.
Niggas ain't [B] ready for a brother that's living [C#] major, but wait this dude was sick, motherfucker that's spitting [A] dicks.
Cause when I cut em they cut, [B] when I stick em they stuck, [C#] and my ambition's to buck, cause I ain't giving a [A] fuck.
Throw the neighborhood up, [B] look at all the shit that we did, [C#] murder's a lifelong bitch, if my enemies [A] love their kids.
I'm stressed out in this [B] game, the feds and the [C#] police pointing guns at my brain, I'm [A] about to hit some wrong cause I'm [B] dubbed out.
My homies [C#m] murdering, executions, stab running in the drug house, [A] stressed out in this game.
I don't wanna [B] die, and I don't wanna [C#m] kill you, keep my name out your mouth, poor nigga I have to [A] kill you, all my enemies bug [B] me.
For the shit you think you [C#] did, don't make me murder you nigga, if my enemies [A] love their kids.
Tracks, [B] tracks in the cradle, [C#] tracks in the cradle, [A] tracks in the cradle, [B] coaxing the fools, [C#] little boy flew higher than the [A] moon.
Willie wanted weapons, Wilma [B] wanted a womb, [C#] I come to school and lay down the room.
[A] Shooting with the guzzle, great [B] gallons of grime, [C#] shorty with the 40 was sporting the dome.
[A] I walk on her, [B] black is a corner, [C#] getting really wanted, girl now mama is a owner.
Now [A] I walk on ice and [B] never fail, I [C#m] spent my time in a plush hotel.
[A] John John phenomenon, deadly bacon, [G#m] whirling my palm, Devon [C#] Dawn got the right to bear on.
Bring the yellow on up a [A] sound boy dying, hot [B] iron, slug flying out the [C#] hardware appliance.
Baby mama crying, sobbing [A] and grieving, you was at [G#m] odds with them kids, still they made [C#] it even.
Let down your guard, yes you did, now you [G#] barely grieving, two in the way, [B] open season on the dot.
[C#] We don't give a what, your best best to give it up.
[A] Showing D, let's run these [B] emcees, they phony, some [C#] hump free, they mad bogey.
Saddle up your horse, there's [A] a sunset, mosey.
[B] Jam Master Jay deserve a trophy [C#] for this track, right?
Futuristic G, [A] past time, if that's your [B] girlfriend, she wasn't last night [C#] punk.
Little boy, stylish, mad chump, ain't no rent [A] here, sport is extreme, [B] know what I mean?
Getting [C#] royalties, down with the king!
Turn [G] the fucking lights out!
[A] They got me stressed out in [B] this game, the feds [C#] and the police pointing guns at my brain.
[G#m] I'm about to hit some wrong, [B] cause I'm dug down, my [C#m] homies murdering, executing,
stab running in the [G#m] clubhouse, stressed out in this game.
I don't [B] wanna die, and I don't [C#m] wanna kill you, keep my name out your mouth.
Poor nigga have [B] to kill you, all my enemies broke, for the shit you think [C#] did it.
Don't make me murder you nigga, if my [G#m] enemies love their kids.
Rockets are strapped in plastic, nigga this is [C#] drastic.
The text a nigga with the bite automatic, it [G#m] calls static.
Like I'm [B] Osberg bumping and motherfuckers [C#m] is bluffing.
Play the phone up a bit, like Michael Jackson, one of [G#m] these thoughts up.
Holler at my crew and they perish, who blew [C#m] you terrace, got that ass in my sight.
Tonight I'm busting off [G#m] the terrace with multiple gunshots.
[B] Niggas are [C#] dropping rapidly, busting their crooked cops.
The bitches [G#m] running after me, telling them I'm [B] hot.
When they ask why, [C#m] I'm flipping off the top of my drop.
Cause you know why, [A] keep dipping on my block.
[B] They say I rock some box, but [C#] real cops have not.
We bust shots from blocks, [G#m] fuck cops.
My only fear [B] and cap, can you hear me, it's [C#m] coming back.
Had enough of this bullshit world, so none [G#m] of that.
I felt no [B] remorse for all the shit that we [C#] did.
Niggas tired of hearing silence, if my enemies [G#m] love their kids.
I'm invested in [B] this game, the feds and [C#m] the police.
Pointing pistols at my brain, [A] I'm about to hit some wrong cause [B] I'm dug down.
My homies [C#m] murdering, executing, stab running in the clubhouse.
[G#m] I'm invested in this game, I don't wanna [B] die, and I don't wanna [C#m] kill you.
Keep my name out your mouth.
Poor nigga have [A] to kill you, all my enemies [B] blowing.
All the shit that they [C#m] did, don't make me murder you nigga.
If my enemies [G#] love their kids.
Being a gangster [B] is so neat, [C#] yeah.
Gangster beat for the streets.
Being [B] a gangster is so neat, [C#] yeah.
Gangster beat for the streets.
My [G#] beat for the streets of [B] the beach, I'll be rolling.
[C#] Never see me strolling, parties I'll be holding.
[G#] Girls in the daisies, [B] drive easy crazy.
[C#] Rolled up my windows as I turn on my AC.
[A] Rolling down French, I'll [B] see the hoes jocking.
[C#] Sunday nights popping, I see the foes hopping.
[G#] My stereo's bumping, that [B] ATL funk.
You can [C#] call it what you want, either way the shit works.
[A] Being [B] a gangster is so neat, [C#] yeah.
Gangster beat for the streets.
[C#m] Being [B] a gangster is so neat, [C#] yeah.
Gangster beat for the streets.
[A] Being [B] a gangster is so neat, [C#] yeah.
Gangster beat for the streets.
[A] Being [B] a gangster is so neat, [C#m] yeah.
Gangster beat for the streets.
[A] Got me twisted in this [B] game.
The feds and the [C#] police pointing pistols at my brain.
I'm [A] about to hit some wrongs cause I'm [B] dug down.
My homies [C#m] murdering, executions stabbed.
Running in the drug house [A] twisted in this game.
I don't wanna [B] die, and I don't wanna [C#m] kill you.
Keep my name out your mouth.
Poor nigga had to [A] kill you.
All my enemies broke [B] for the shit you think you [C#] did.
Don't make me murder you nigga.
If my enemies [A] love their kids, me and [B] my focus roll dog.
[C#] What's the lady's name?
McAvely.
[A] To the valley.
Fuck em [B] all.
My enemies love their kids.
Me and my [C#] focus roll dog.
Untouchable motherfucking [G#] world.
Wild motherfuckers.
[G#m] Dead broke inside.
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