Chords for Eminem Don't Approach Me Ft. Xzibit Lyrics

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Eminem Don't Approach Me Ft. Xzibit Lyrics chords
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I need a lighter man.
Right here.
Yeah.
What's up Slim?
What's cracking?
Hit [Ab] this shit.
Shit I [Fm] almost hit this motherfucker today.
[Cm] You alright?
What is it with [B] motherfuckers thinking that?
[F] Because we're in the spotlight or [Cm] whatever that they can do or say [Fm] whatever they want
to us and we won't retaliate.
[Cm] Check it.
My motherfucking self [G] by any means necessary.
[Cm] Cause you don't know me, I don't know [Fm] you, so don't oppose me.
Cause you don't know what I will or I won't, don't know.
So don't oppose [Cm] me, I won't oppose you.
If you'll disobey me, I won't [G] disobey you.
Cause you don't know what I will or I [Cm] won't.
Don't know.
Cause you don't know me, and I don't know [Fm] you, so don't oppose me.
I won't oppose [Cm] you.
If you'll disobey me, I won't [G] disobey you.
Cause you don't know what I will or I [Fm] won't, don't know.
Make no mistake, I'm the old estate, heavy weight.
We're underrated, gave me time [C] to create.
Can you relate?
I [Ab] renovate straight out the gate, [B] carry my weight, bust see ya' [D] receive
[Cm] [Fm]
I'm locked in a trunk, it's shot [Em] in the face No home, no clothes, no [Ab] one showing up for my shows
[B] You know how it goes, I might as well get it home
[Cm] But my baby mama hate my guts and can't stand [Fm] me
Packed up, moved out, started a new [Cm] family So all this struggling for what?
So I can blow [B] up, marry a slut But can't watch my seed grow [Cm] up?
Fuck that, it's the fucking thanks I get [Fm] For trying to edutain assholes and feed my bitch
[Cm] Yo, I feel like my whole life is upside down
[G] Cause you feel more support than I'm seeing my child, [Cm] it's like
Every day I wake up, another [Fm] drama It's a wonder I'm alive, surviving [G] this karma
If I can hold on to my [Ab] private life for [G] five minutes longer
I might get my wife, let go of this knife, it is karma
[C] Without these cameras, I'm faces like [Cm] animals
For [Fm] your channel to action you, to follow our [G] ambulance up the avenue
To catch a [Cm] glimpse of all these suicide [G] attempts
And when we're doing private sense, they won't let us put up a [Db] fence
And [Cm] you wonder why I carry every gun under [Fm] the sun
Whether it's unloaded, full, or [Bb] an [Ab] unregistered one
No bullet, you're so full of shit
And [B] this clip is so full of spit, if I don't pull it
[Db] And don't give me no bullshit, [Cm] I'm not in the mood
I just [Fm] got in a feud in some parking lot with a [G] dude
Over cam and she just slit [Cm] the barista with his sheet
[B] Don't tell me about the show business [Gm] shit, I know what this [Cm] is
Cause you don't know me, I don't [Fm] know you
So don't approach me, I won't [Cm] approach you
And don't insult me, I won't [G] insult you
Cause you don't know what I will or I [Cm] won't do
Cause you don't know me, and I don't [Fm] know you
So don't approach me, I won't [Cm] approach you
And don't insult me, I won't [G] insult you
Cause you don't know what I will or I [Cm] won't do
This ain't business, this is personal, bitch
You owe [Fm] no exhibit for shit, new school class dismissed
[Cm] I had a very fucked up day, I'm needing this fix
[B] Shuttin' motherfuckers [E] up like they bleedin' a fix
[A] Your M is time to get serious with it
Time for [Fm] everybody to feel it, similar to the egg in the skid
[Cm] This is your brain on drugs, exhibit brain on thugs
[G] Ain't no neighborhood that's big enough to bang on us
[Cm] Ain't no love lost, my niggas relax, yo, [Fm] relax, yo
I'm about to snatch it all and start spreading the [Cm] wealth
To my niggas who never seen it, I mean it when I [B] holler
At the top of my lungs, [G] I brought my guns and my [Cm] love born
Got tons of ammo, the racket, he never [Fm] changing the channel
Play like a fuckin' piano, [Cm] ridin' slow through Cali
Like I'm riding a camel, [G] millionaire motherfuckers
With the braids and the flannels, [Cm] I feel like Tony Soprano
Who do I trust [Fm] now, just hit me on my teller, nigga
Soon as I touch [Cm] down, spit lines, split spines
Just to [B] get mine, big behind, bitch, it's getting thick
This [Cm] bitch, I nip line her coat
That's the only [Fm] shit that make it go, bitch ass nigga
That's popping a soul, [Cm] get choked out in feet
Put your head in a [G] vice grip and turn till you motherfuckers
Tell me the [Cm] right shit
So I walk out of my whole block to myself, a front door with [Fm] 12 locks
And have a bodyguard walk [Bb] me out to my mailbox
And every time [Cm] somebody makes a threat, run and [Db] tell cops
Fuck that, [D] I protect myself with these 12 shots
[Cm] And one in the chamber, gun in the [Fm] waist, and one in the ankle
Waiting for someone [C] to come to my place, trying [Cm] to walk up and knock
Like these cops up [G] here, they're not gonna get a shot
Gunner with glocks shoved in their [Cm] face, and into this crate
Say they can't play with the [Fm] toys in the front yard
Without me driving by, honking your [Cm] horn, screaming some shit
Leaning out the window, beeping and [B] shit
Or pulling up in my ride like I won't leap in your [Cm] pit
And so these kids telling friends and relatives where [Fm] I live
So my address ends up on the internet [Cm] again
So Ben, I do an interview with Ben
[B] Telling him that if someone comes to my crib
I'ma [Gm] shove a gun in [Cm] their ribs
And reporters, a little without a proportion
[Fm] Now he's pulling guns on his fans
Just for trying to stand on [Cm] his court
And I'm the bad guy, cause I don't answer my door like
[G] Hey, hi, you guys want some autographs?
Okay, boy, [Cm] straight line
Sometimes I feel like loading [Fm] this rifle
And climbing the roof at night
And hiding outside [Cm] at night
It's not that I don't like you
[F] It's just that when I'm not behind [G] the mic
I'm a person who's just like you
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To start learning Xzibit - (Clean) Dont Aproach Me chords, centre your learning around these elemetal chords sequence: G, Cm, Fm, Cm, B and Cm. A good strategy is to initiate at 46 BPM and then accelerate to the track's regular speed of 93 BPM. With C Minor as the song's key, tweak the capo to cater to your vocal pitch and chord likes.

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_ I need a lighter man.
Right here.
Yeah.
What's up Slim?
What's cracking?
Hit [Ab] this shit.
Shit I [Fm] almost hit this motherfucker today.
[Cm] You alright?
What is it with [B] motherfuckers thinking that?
[F] Because we're in the spotlight or [Cm] whatever that they can do or say [Fm] whatever they want
to us and we won't retaliate.
[Cm] Check it.
My motherfucking self [G] by any means necessary.
[Cm] Cause you don't know me, I don't know [Fm] you, so don't oppose me.
Cause you don't know what I will or I won't, don't know.
So don't oppose [Cm] me, I won't oppose you.
If you'll disobey me, I won't [G] disobey you.
Cause you don't know what I will or I [Cm] won't.
Don't know.
Cause you don't know me, and I don't know [Fm] you, so don't oppose me.
I won't oppose [Cm] you.
If you'll disobey me, I won't [G] disobey you.
Cause you don't know what I will or I [Fm] won't, don't know.
Make no mistake, I'm the old estate, heavy weight.
We're underrated, gave me time [C] to create.
Can you relate?
I [Ab] renovate straight out the gate, [B] carry my weight, bust see ya' [D] receive
_ _ [Cm] _ _ _ [Fm]
I'm locked in a trunk, it's shot [Em] in the face No home, no clothes, no [Ab] one showing up for my shows
[B] You know how it goes, I might as well get it home
[Cm] But my baby mama hate my guts and can't stand [Fm] me
Packed up, moved out, started a new [Cm] family So all this struggling for what?
So I can blow [B] up, marry a slut But can't watch my seed grow [Cm] up?
Fuck that, it's the fucking thanks I get [Fm] For trying to edutain assholes and feed my bitch
[Cm] Yo, I feel like my whole life is upside down
[G] Cause you feel more support than I'm seeing my child, [Cm] it's like
Every day I wake up, another [Fm] drama It's a wonder I'm alive, surviving [G] this karma
If I can hold on to my [Ab] private life for [G] five minutes longer
I might get my wife, let go of this knife, it is karma
[C] Without these cameras, I'm faces like [Cm] animals
For [Fm] your channel to action you, to follow our [G] ambulance up the avenue
To catch a [Cm] glimpse of all these suicide [G] attempts
And when we're doing private sense, they won't let us put up a [Db] fence
And [Cm] you wonder why I carry every gun under [Fm] the sun
Whether it's unloaded, full, or [Bb] an [Ab] unregistered one
No bullet, you're so full of shit
And [B] this clip is so full of spit, if I don't pull it
[Db] And don't give me no bullshit, [Cm] I'm not in the mood
I just [Fm] got in a feud in some parking lot with a [G] dude
Over cam and she just slit [Cm] the barista with his sheet
[B] Don't tell me about the show business [Gm] shit, I know what this [Cm] is
Cause you don't know me, I don't [Fm] know you
So don't approach me, I won't [Cm] approach you
And don't insult me, I won't [G] insult you
Cause you don't know what I will or I [Cm] won't do
Cause you don't know me, and I don't [Fm] know you
So don't approach me, I won't [Cm] approach you
And don't insult me, I won't [G] insult you
Cause you don't know what I will or I [Cm] won't do
This ain't business, this is personal, bitch
You owe [Fm] no exhibit for shit, new school class dismissed
[Cm] I had a very fucked up day, I'm needing this fix
[B] Shuttin' motherfuckers [E] up like they bleedin' a fix
[A] Your M is time to get serious with it
Time for [Fm] everybody to feel it, similar to the egg in the skid
[Cm] This is your brain on drugs, exhibit brain on thugs
[G] Ain't no neighborhood that's big enough to bang on us
[Cm] Ain't no love lost, my niggas relax, yo, [Fm] relax, yo
I'm about to snatch it all and start spreading the [Cm] wealth
To my niggas who never seen it, I mean it when I [B] holler
At the top of my lungs, [G] I brought my guns and my [Cm] love born
Got tons of ammo, the racket, he never [Fm] changing the channel
Play like a fuckin' piano, [Cm] ridin' slow through Cali
Like I'm riding a camel, [G] millionaire motherfuckers
With the braids and the flannels, [Cm] I feel like Tony Soprano
Who do I trust [Fm] now, just hit me on my teller, nigga
Soon as I touch [Cm] down, spit lines, split spines
Just to [B] get mine, big behind, bitch, it's getting thick
This [Cm] bitch, I nip line her coat
That's the only [Fm] shit that make it go, bitch ass nigga
That's popping a soul, [Cm] get choked out in feet
Put your head in a [G] vice grip and turn till you motherfuckers
Tell me the [Cm] right shit
So I walk out of my whole block to myself, a front door with [Fm] 12 locks
And have a bodyguard walk [Bb] me out to my mailbox
And every time [Cm] somebody makes a threat, run and [Db] tell cops
Fuck that, [D] I protect myself with these 12 shots
[Cm] And one in the chamber, gun in the [Fm] waist, and one in the ankle
Waiting for someone [C] to come to my place, trying [Cm] to walk up and knock
Like these cops up [G] here, they're not gonna get a shot
Gunner with glocks shoved in their [Cm] face, and into this crate
Say they can't play with the [Fm] toys in the front yard
Without me driving by, honking your [Cm] horn, screaming some shit
Leaning out the window, beeping and [B] shit
Or pulling up in my ride like I won't leap in your [Cm] pit
And so these kids telling friends and relatives where [Fm] I live
So my address ends up on the internet [Cm] again
So Ben, I do an interview with Ben
[B] Telling him that if someone comes to my crib
I'ma [Gm] shove a gun in [Cm] their ribs
And reporters, a little without a proportion
[Fm] Now he's pulling guns on his fans
Just for trying to stand on [Cm] his court
And I'm the bad guy, cause I don't answer my door like
[G] Hey, hi, you guys want some autographs?
Okay, boy, [Cm] straight line
Sometimes I feel like loading [Fm] this rifle
And climbing the roof at night
And hiding outside [Cm] at night
It's not that I don't like you
[F] It's just that when I'm not behind [G] the mic
I'm a person who's just like you _ _ _ _

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