Chords for Dipset City (feat. Jim Jones, Juelz Santana, Hell Rell, J.R. Writer, 40 Cal)

More than music, heart
[Am] We just feelin'
Feels like magic, once again [D] Santana, Dipset [G] Get it
_ [F] Dipset City, [G]
Santana's world
[E] My takeover starts [G] with your girl
Give me [E] that bitch, that booty
She [Am] threw it up like she Earl
[Em] Get it?
She [G] threw it up like she [F] Earl
Tell your man [G] I dumped the chrome in his upper [F] dome
My [C] guns like me, rockstar, [E] leave the skull and bones
I [G] 911 you without the [Em] telephone
Call [G] 911, where's the [F] telephone?
What?
Get [Am] go, I'm some sicko
[E] Flow so [G] cold, nickname Sub [F]-Zero
So raw, some [G] people call me One [Em] Kilo
The chicks be like, [F] Papito, tranquilo
They be like, Papito, tranquilo, call me
[G] Ruga, okay, [D] blow
This is like a jungle [Am] sometimes, it makes me wonder [F] how I keep it
I'm not pullin' [G] this Ruga out on your brother
[E] Can't you four sucker, [G] not one dollar, I'm trickin'
Get hit in the head with that [Am] same bottle you sippin'
[F] Locked in the prison?
[G] Nah, you gotta be kiddin'
[F] I'm either on the road or [G] playin' with them pots in the kitchen
[Em] See, crack, sell it all, can't fuck well [F] at all
Niggas catch a body [G] with him, he gon' tell [D] it all
The prisoners [Am] love me and CEOs hate me
[F] Head crackin', hard [G] body with that CeeLo lately, [D] yeah
I wanna [G] hire you just to [C] fire you
Homie, you probably [G] let the FBI wire [F] you
Ruga Rouse, 17 shot kid
You dig, eat with us, eat bullets
[G] Oh, [F] oh, catch a fighter, pop you [G] slickers
Stomp up and whip some [E] dishes
Tied with the [Am] sickest, they not thinkin' twist it
[F] Lift it, drop off some [G] digits to chop you to snippets
[Em] A kickboxer, I can [G] get you boxed up and kick it, [F] dig it
Your chump changed, [Am] tryna gunplay with them
[D] I dump, spray, and scram, [G] leave him slumped, laying [E] flam
My one say Japan, [G] I'm fly on any [D] runway I stand
I [Em] might need a runway to land
I'm a dog, [G] I, look how your [Em] lawns swatch
Lawn [G] glocks, get him up like a [E] lawn plot
Make his heart [Am] stop, thinkin' he a hard [Dm] rock
He'll be in the hard [G] top box when they [F] all pop
Can't fuck with us, man
More than music
[E] _ If hip-hop was death, [G] it's the reincarnation
[F] Hip-hop is bread, [G] y'all be in starvation
[Em] If hip-hop was war, [Am] I'd be Commando or Rambo
With hands on my hand, [G] reloadin' ammo after [Em] ammo
If hip-hop was war, [G] I'd have sample after [B] sample
Standing [D] by the lamppost, scramble just to get you
If hip-hop was cars, [G] you'd be the Phantom or the [Em] Lambo
Y'all keepin' it [G] gutta, standing by the [Em] manhole
If hip [D]-hop was broads, I'd be hammering your [F] man's heart
Pass it to my [G] fam, yo, and show you for [F] example
If hip-hop was hip [G]-hop, we'd be the set
[F] What you kickin' ain't rap, [Am] you niggas ain't a threat
[F] We the best, please, act like two months is up
It's bigger than 40 Cal, [G] it's more than [Am] music
My fascination with purchasing [F] cars and
Polar [G] bottles that I purchase by the balls
[D] Dream like Big Zed, puffin' my jeans up with big heads
[G] I get bread like home pride
I grip lead and my niggas gon' ride
[E] Until my last day, [G] tell me slow down in my [F] fast way
As for my [Am] past days, I play catch [E] up
Pull a red [G] Porsche like I'm playing in ketchup
[Em] Taking the top [G] off like I'm trying on Jossa
[F] And I brought new [Am] shoes like I'm trying on [E] Crescent
With the true and life fresh, [G] uh-huh, coupe or white [F] leather
To the blue and white [G] Texas, we move through night reckless
[Fm] It's more than music, we need [E] no more excuses
Florida's the great [G] mission, I need more than new shit
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