Chords for Caribbean Connection

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_ _ _ _ _ _ I'm on the strip, my mental's compatible with the radicals, my odyssey's like poverty's
a lobster potty with animals, niggas is [G] cannibals in the ghettos, the jungle [Bb] where you eat,
peddle your buttholes, a struggle to civil and [Bbm] humble, my niggas will rumble with any
man, for a penny fred, try to imagine what niggas have them for twenty grand, niggas
is like showing that to the two thousand pieces, we found out we didn't sit around, I'm down
up in the boogie down, just wild in the game, hollering the green, surrounding the green
like solace is green, but now I'm a king so it's more than money, all the hunnids used
to call me bunny cause my fam was always hungry, but now we're owning nothing and you feel
worse, want my money then you steal first, cause I'd rather see you in hell first, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ I'm _ _ _
_ uptown making business like Castro, _ _ _ _ _ _ I'm _ _ uptown making business like Castro, I'm uptown making
business [Abm] like Castro, all [G] _ I want is the action, the battle zone where I roam in composition,
a hardcore crowd waiting to see if I break like your first time in jail when you got
fucked [Bbm] by an inmate, it'll never happen, I'm all balanced like a Libra, and if I get
[Bb] murdered don't problem me Argentina, pour me a cup of vodka, bury me next to my father,
in three days I'll rise like Christ and still sober, [Bbm] now my eyes open and my hands I got
the [Bb] gatling, I'm looking for the guy that sent me to say hi to Satan, fist of fury,
you will not like me when I'm angry, [N] I turn Mr.
Rogers neighborhood topsy turvy, frozen
enemies [Bb] meaning the same in the dictionary, this ain't prictionary, [B] all you see is the
[Gb] cemetery bodies, from World War I until it's dead, you don't want a third [N] war, that's nuclear
warfare, so big pun, got [Bb] the stats, making fast illegal money [N] turns legal, now we running
on London [Bbm] Mack, your hunchback, that black rapper, packing your back, you better off
in DC with your mate and smoking crack, yo, [Bbm] this ain't a diss, Y-Clap, bomb threat, run
out of the [N] building or get blasted, yes, tech for tech, or we could go [Bb] tech for tech, so
I forgot, your a reason to [N] take this hole in your chest, hide [Bb] the blood, give you the
gun, run it, I saw when the DG shows up, he thought [F] it was a suicide, [Bbm] suicide, suicide _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ suicide, suicide, suicide, suicide, suicide, suicide, suicide, suicide, suicide, suicide, _ _
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