Chords for Body Count - Black Hoodie (Guitar Cover) with TAB

_ All the people out here should get off the committment mentality.
This shit is something new.
Give me a fucking break.
I've been talking about this shit for over 20 years.
[Eb] Now you can kill a motherfucker [Db] just because of [Eb] how he's dressed?
[A] Are you [E] fucking serious?
_ _ [Eb] Got on my black hoodie and put it [Ab] on my [Eb] head.
I didn't have a gun, threw him out of bed.
You didn't have to shoot me, [Ab] and that's a known [Eb] fact.
And now I'm laying face down with [Db] bullets in [Eb] my back.
Got on my black hoodie and put it on my head.
I didn't have a gun, threw him out of bed.
You didn't have to shoot me, and that's a known fact.
And now I'm laying face down with bullets in my back. _
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_ [F] This is how it happened.
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Out late nights, just chilling with my clique.
No one [Gb] had a gun, [Eb] everyone's legit.
One of my boys just swung his fucking toe back.
He could barely drop [Db] off that cognac.
Then it got thrown right by the white red.
Maybe [Gb] graphic warrants, I still don't [Eb] understand.
Man, them motherfuckers is crazy.
The homies laugh.
He might have got a lot, and then we heard shots.
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[Bb] The fucking cops shot him.
Killing in his bed.
[F] They hit him twice in the back, once in the [Bb] head and leg.
He all went crazy on that bitch shit.
They ain't did nothing, that bitch said.
They didn't have to shoot him.
He didn't [Eb] have a gun.
[F] What they're going to say is what a [Bb] fucking hood.
We can't be seeing this.
I'm like, what's the flaw?
My man playing dead, and still fucking [B] him up.
[F] You all my brothers _ _ [B] _ _ [F] _ _ crazy, man.
[Fm] _ _ I'm going to [N] shoot you. Oh _ shit.
[Eb] Shot him with a black hoodie.
It's one up on my head.
I didn't have a gun.
So why am I dead?
He didn't have to shoot me, and that's a known fact.
And now I'm laying face down with [Db] bullets in my [Eb] back.
Shot him with a black hoodie.
It's one up on my head.
I didn't have a gun.
So why am I dead?
He didn't have to shoot me, and [Ab] that's a [G] known fact.
And now I'm laying face down with bullets [Ebm] in my back.
That's the sound of [F] the police.
That's the sound of the [A] streets.
_ That's the sound of the [E] police. _
That's the sound of the [Eb] streets.
_ That's the [Gb] sound of the [F] police.
_ That's the sound [Am] of the streets. _
[Eb] _ Yeah, we're trying to end court.
We got to have hope.
We need [F] some justice.
Someone got it on [Bb] video.
They say boo something.
Even some gang bangs.
They make my homie look like fucking shit on everything.
I'm on a clock running.
That's all it's up.
He [F] ain't betray the residue of these fucking [Bb] street crows.
They let the cops off.
Nobody fucking walked.
Nobody had a clue.
This never [F] made the news. _
_ _ _ [Ebm] _ That's the sound of [F] the police.
_ That's the sound of the [A] streets. _
That's the sound of the [E] police.
_ That's the sound of the [Ebm] streets.
_ That's the sound of the [F] police. _
That's the sound [A] of the streets.
_ That's the sound [F] of the [E] police.
That's the sound of the [Eb] streets.
Get on my plate, honey.
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[A] _ Get on my plate, honey.
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_ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ Honey.
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