Chords for BROTHA LYNCH HUNG SITUATION ON DIRTY
Tempo:
162.15 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
Gm
F
Fm
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Eb] [G]
[C]
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[C] [Cm]
[Gm] [Ab]
[D] [Gm]
[Ab] [Gb] [Gm]
[Cm]
[C]
[Eb]
[C] [Cm]
[Gm] [Ab]
[D] [Gm]
[Ab] [Gb] [Gm]
[Cm]
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Gm
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[Fm] _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ [Gm] Had to get [F] dirty though, left him in [Ab] his driveway soaking wet, sold the 6-4
_ Couldn't keep it no more, [Gm] that motherfucker was [F] filthy
Mo' dead bodies [Ab] dimmin' in that trunk [Bbm] in the cemetery
In the [Fm] mortuary, had a bullet [D] hole by the gas tank
[Gm] Put $1500 [F] in the bank, jigged [Eb] the bitch for $18
[Ab] But spent $300 lashes on [Fm] some dank
[D] Shot to my brother's house and got [Gm] them niggas high
It was the man [F] clan, three deep [Ab] in that nigga [Bbm] six
We was off that chocolate top
Now [Ab] all this time, that 1-8-7 was on my [F] mind
Shot the man in cold [Fm] blood, knew his mama saw the drive-by
[Ab] Designed, and it ain't no [Gm] TV till you see me
On America's most wanted, [Ab] fucked up, getting snatched out my [F] TV
Nigga, we in the back [Ab] of the 69 cut, [D] and it's so [C] foggy
Paranoia done got me [Fm] on my strap, and I'm a fiend for [F] raw meat
They say all [Ab] niggas talk about is murder [Gm] and they're getting high
But situations get [Ab] real filthy, and I got to [Fm] have mine
[Ab] With me, it's like [Gm] American [F] Express
I don't [Cm] leave home without [Ab] my Smith & Wesson bulletproof [Fm] vest
I done [Ab] dug myself a hole, now I'm trying [Gm] to climb back out
Them fuck with the [Ab] wrong homies, I wish my little brother was [Fm] out
With me, [Ab] _ it's like [Gm] American [F] Express
I don't [Eb] leave home without [Ab] my Smith & Wesson [Fm] bulletproof vest
I done dug [Ab] myself a hole, now I'm trying [Gm] to climb back out
Them fuck with the wrong [Ab] homies, I wish my [Gb] little brother was [Fm] out
Now it [Ab] started back in Southside Sack
I [Gm] was with my [F] mama, drinking [Eb] inches off the O [Ab].E.
Hitting chronic episodes, often offing another world
Tripping while he was in another [Gm] room, stinging
Mind [F] clicked, thinking [Ab] sick, I got that 12-gauge pump, started tripping
Kicked the door open, [Gm] bloodstains, [F] copycane
[Eb] Quiet, I had to [Ab] remain, maintain, same thing
My love don't fit you, I got that U [Eb].S. military issue
Had to plant one in your brain and [G] get away, if I'm complete [F] insane
[Ab] A couple of down-ass top [D] notches, I used to [C] know, had a spot
I was [Fm] good for four days off, yacking chronic and [F] making a plot
[Ab] Could murder was the [D] case, when I saw his face
Took his [Ab] life, left his brains all over the pillowcase
What would you be thinking of if your mama [D] was yelling, [C] stop?
My first thought was cut [Fm] him in half and drag the other half to his staff
They say [Ab] all niggas talk about is [Gm] murder and it getting high
But situations get [Ab] real filthy, and I got to have my
With me, it's like [Gm] American [F] Express
I [Eb] don't leave home without [Ab] my Smith & Wesson bulletproof vest
I done dug myself a hole, now I'm [Gm] trying to climb back out
Them fuck with the [Ab] wrong homies, I wish my little brother was out
With me, it's like [Gm] American [F] Express
I [Eb] don't leave home without [Ab] my Smith & [G] Wesson bulletproof [Fm] vest
I done dug myself a hole, now I'm [Eb] trying to climb back out
Them fuck with the wrong [G] homies, I wish my little brother was [Fm] out
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[Fm] _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ [Gm] Had to get [F] dirty though, left him in [Ab] his driveway soaking wet, sold the 6-4
_ Couldn't keep it no more, [Gm] that motherfucker was [F] filthy
Mo' dead bodies [Ab] dimmin' in that trunk [Bbm] in the cemetery
In the [Fm] mortuary, had a bullet [D] hole by the gas tank
[Gm] Put $1500 [F] in the bank, jigged [Eb] the bitch for $18
[Ab] But spent $300 lashes on [Fm] some dank
[D] Shot to my brother's house and got [Gm] them niggas high
It was the man [F] clan, three deep [Ab] in that nigga [Bbm] six
We was off that chocolate top
Now [Ab] all this time, that 1-8-7 was on my [F] mind
Shot the man in cold [Fm] blood, knew his mama saw the drive-by
[Ab] Designed, and it ain't no [Gm] TV till you see me
On America's most wanted, [Ab] fucked up, getting snatched out my [F] TV
Nigga, we in the back [Ab] of the 69 cut, [D] and it's so [C] foggy
Paranoia done got me [Fm] on my strap, and I'm a fiend for [F] raw meat
They say all [Ab] niggas talk about is murder [Gm] and they're getting high
But situations get [Ab] real filthy, and I got to [Fm] have mine
[Ab] With me, it's like [Gm] American [F] Express
I don't [Cm] leave home without [Ab] my Smith & Wesson bulletproof [Fm] vest
I done [Ab] dug myself a hole, now I'm trying [Gm] to climb back out
Them fuck with the [Ab] wrong homies, I wish my little brother was [Fm] out
With me, [Ab] _ it's like [Gm] American [F] Express
I don't [Eb] leave home without [Ab] my Smith & Wesson [Fm] bulletproof vest
I done dug [Ab] myself a hole, now I'm trying [Gm] to climb back out
Them fuck with the wrong [Ab] homies, I wish my [Gb] little brother was [Fm] out
Now it [Ab] started back in Southside Sack
I [Gm] was with my [F] mama, drinking [Eb] inches off the O [Ab].E.
Hitting chronic episodes, often offing another world
Tripping while he was in another [Gm] room, stinging
Mind [F] clicked, thinking [Ab] sick, I got that 12-gauge pump, started tripping
Kicked the door open, [Gm] bloodstains, [F] copycane
[Eb] Quiet, I had to [Ab] remain, maintain, same thing
My love don't fit you, I got that U [Eb].S. military issue
Had to plant one in your brain and [G] get away, if I'm complete [F] insane
[Ab] A couple of down-ass top [D] notches, I used to [C] know, had a spot
I was [Fm] good for four days off, yacking chronic and [F] making a plot
[Ab] Could murder was the [D] case, when I saw his face
Took his [Ab] life, left his brains all over the pillowcase
What would you be thinking of if your mama [D] was yelling, [C] stop?
My first thought was cut [Fm] him in half and drag the other half to his staff
They say [Ab] all niggas talk about is [Gm] murder and it getting high
But situations get [Ab] real filthy, and I got to have my
With me, it's like [Gm] American [F] Express
I [Eb] don't leave home without [Ab] my Smith & Wesson bulletproof vest
I done dug myself a hole, now I'm [Gm] trying to climb back out
Them fuck with the [Ab] wrong homies, I wish my little brother was out
With me, it's like [Gm] American [F] Express
I [Eb] don't leave home without [Ab] my Smith & [G] Wesson bulletproof [Fm] vest
I done dug myself a hole, now I'm [Eb] trying to climb back out
Them fuck with the wrong [G] homies, I wish my little brother was [Fm] out
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