Headstone Chords by Flatbush Zombies
Tempo:
94.475 bpm
Chords used:
B
Ebm
F
D
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[B] [Abm] Victory, victory, roll up [B] my neck, Mr.
T, [F] victory, victory,
Naughty Gang rappin' that [B] in my shit.
Victory, yeah.
[E] Ice from my neck like [Ebm] I'm Lil' [F] Week.
Run this shit like the Pericles.
[Ebm] It's hell on earth, [D] but this is where I be.
Money over bitches on my head, so.
Headlines, some niggas gettin' paid,
but never take a loss on my head, so.
Only take a L when I smoke a head,
so I be Gang Plea time on my head, so.
Been buggin' from the cradle to the grave,
now your favorite rapper name on the head, so.
Two legs, you already live it.
Imagine when you're 30,000 feet up, what you think of?
Oh, I hate it knowing I'm gonna throw some turkeys green,
cause I never knew I'd get my chest to link up.
Oh, I tell you all the disillusioned women,
that's where I came from, them bottle flappers livin',
walkin' dead on.
Put your favorite rapper's name up on the head, so.
Look at me, who the G's and the D's, wrong.
Propaganda set the standards and the tag, dog.
[Ebm] I hit it, dog, these stashes throw it back.
Yeah, I'm born to match.
This pack in hell is hot, so leave me where I'm at.
I'm livin' how I want it.
No reason to doubt it, it's clear to see.
All eyes on me, 400 [Gb] degrees.
Who am I?
Ruthless.
[F] Easy does it.
The chronic, smoking public, hated to love [D] it.
The [Bb] underdog, [Ebm] we're niggas squad.
It was written in my diary, the start of war.
I'm feeling infamous, immortal, but protect me.
Revolutionary shining, with diamond teeth.
Young, bald, cottagey, now, excuse my demeanor.
Lamb of life, you're still not a player.
You ain't have a place.
Born again, life, love of death.
Make a sacrifice and suck a couple flies.
Used to keep them hypnotized.
I said, my name is Juice, America's most.
Ain't no half-stock, see you at the crossroads.
Put money over [B] bitches on my head, stop.
Headlines, them niggas getting big.
Put everything I lost on my head, stop.
Only take a L when I'm smoking heads.
I'm gang, please, ass on my head, stop.
Been in the drug, it's from the cradle to the grave.
Now, your favorite rapper name on my head, stop.
[D] Who thinks you already dead?
[B] It was written in the children's story, that life's a bitch.
So what you want?
Every day, I struggle with it.
Only got the dummy slipping.
I'm infinitely [Eb] big, pimping through the genesis.
Dead presidents, [B] drop a demo name.
Hello, nerf, he's the last name.
Smoke your blunts up, get [F] money.
Quiet song, have [Ebm] a suicidal thought.
Put the cream on the gate.
Put the money on the green, it's the lemonade.
I'm a player on the late night tips.
[B] Only in the sense, see the prototypes.
Take a drip, get some fingertips.
Reservoir dog, get the skull.
Ignorance, yeah, black out.
Can I live?
Hellraiser, still filming.
It's the death, never taking that.
Three [Eb] dope boys in Cadillac, grave digger.
It's the death, never taking that.
Shame on the nigga.
Three dope boys in Cadillac, [B] grave digger.
Money over bitches on my head, stop.
Headlines, some nigga getting paid.
But never take a loss on my head, stop.
Only take a L when I'm smoking heads.
I'm gang three times on my head, stop.
Been bugging, crazy, feel [D] great.
Now your [B] favorite rapper name on my head, stop.
Too late, you already hit it.
Right now I'm on the edge.
So don't push me.
Trouble Thompson 96.
You a shook one, Reeves, you know the ledge.
I'm your pusher. What's that?
I smell pussy.
Let me count my guns, huh?
Five, four, three, two, one, run.
Hi, my name is Dirk Cobain.
Like a pimp, here I [F] go.
To the next [Ab] episode.
Ain't no now, nigga, this [B] is explosive.
Beast caution, let's let it blow in.
Fuck the mother niggas, ride or die for my niggas.
Strictly for my niggas, survive the Lord of Peace.
That's the sound of the police.
I'm in deep cover, skirt, [D] skirt, lean back.
Give me one more chance.
They say Jesus walks in the devil wear a Prada.
But I'm so, so deaf, God damn, tell me nothing.
[Ebm] Write this on my death certificate.
I gave you power, [B] 21 questions.
Like, I'm shot, I'm shot.
They're warning.
Watch [F] them niggas [Ebm] flashing like Boba Rats.
Two words, focus.
This is Deadline.
The nice, the none.
Guess who's back for my blood?
Rap the unique, and look at Shaq from uptown.
This fire arm, Silas on that quiet thong.
P-O-N-Y, top of New York.
We're the pitch four.
T, [F] victory, victory,
Naughty Gang rappin' that [B] in my shit.
Victory, yeah.
[E] Ice from my neck like [Ebm] I'm Lil' [F] Week.
Run this shit like the Pericles.
[Ebm] It's hell on earth, [D] but this is where I be.
Money over bitches on my head, so.
Headlines, some niggas gettin' paid,
but never take a loss on my head, so.
Only take a L when I smoke a head,
so I be Gang Plea time on my head, so.
Been buggin' from the cradle to the grave,
now your favorite rapper name on the head, so.
Two legs, you already live it.
Imagine when you're 30,000 feet up, what you think of?
Oh, I hate it knowing I'm gonna throw some turkeys green,
cause I never knew I'd get my chest to link up.
Oh, I tell you all the disillusioned women,
that's where I came from, them bottle flappers livin',
walkin' dead on.
Put your favorite rapper's name up on the head, so.
Look at me, who the G's and the D's, wrong.
Propaganda set the standards and the tag, dog.
[Ebm] I hit it, dog, these stashes throw it back.
Yeah, I'm born to match.
This pack in hell is hot, so leave me where I'm at.
I'm livin' how I want it.
No reason to doubt it, it's clear to see.
All eyes on me, 400 [Gb] degrees.
Who am I?
Ruthless.
[F] Easy does it.
The chronic, smoking public, hated to love [D] it.
The [Bb] underdog, [Ebm] we're niggas squad.
It was written in my diary, the start of war.
I'm feeling infamous, immortal, but protect me.
Revolutionary shining, with diamond teeth.
Young, bald, cottagey, now, excuse my demeanor.
Lamb of life, you're still not a player.
You ain't have a place.
Born again, life, love of death.
Make a sacrifice and suck a couple flies.
Used to keep them hypnotized.
I said, my name is Juice, America's most.
Ain't no half-stock, see you at the crossroads.
Put money over [B] bitches on my head, stop.
Headlines, them niggas getting big.
Put everything I lost on my head, stop.
Only take a L when I'm smoking heads.
I'm gang, please, ass on my head, stop.
Been in the drug, it's from the cradle to the grave.
Now, your favorite rapper name on my head, stop.
[D] Who thinks you already dead?
[B] It was written in the children's story, that life's a bitch.
So what you want?
Every day, I struggle with it.
Only got the dummy slipping.
I'm infinitely [Eb] big, pimping through the genesis.
Dead presidents, [B] drop a demo name.
Hello, nerf, he's the last name.
Smoke your blunts up, get [F] money.
Quiet song, have [Ebm] a suicidal thought.
Put the cream on the gate.
Put the money on the green, it's the lemonade.
I'm a player on the late night tips.
[B] Only in the sense, see the prototypes.
Take a drip, get some fingertips.
Reservoir dog, get the skull.
Ignorance, yeah, black out.
Can I live?
Hellraiser, still filming.
It's the death, never taking that.
Three [Eb] dope boys in Cadillac, grave digger.
It's the death, never taking that.
Shame on the nigga.
Three dope boys in Cadillac, [B] grave digger.
Money over bitches on my head, stop.
Headlines, some nigga getting paid.
But never take a loss on my head, stop.
Only take a L when I'm smoking heads.
I'm gang three times on my head, stop.
Been bugging, crazy, feel [D] great.
Now your [B] favorite rapper name on my head, stop.
Too late, you already hit it.
Right now I'm on the edge.
So don't push me.
Trouble Thompson 96.
You a shook one, Reeves, you know the ledge.
I'm your pusher. What's that?
I smell pussy.
Let me count my guns, huh?
Five, four, three, two, one, run.
Hi, my name is Dirk Cobain.
Like a pimp, here I [F] go.
To the next [Ab] episode.
Ain't no now, nigga, this [B] is explosive.
Beast caution, let's let it blow in.
Fuck the mother niggas, ride or die for my niggas.
Strictly for my niggas, survive the Lord of Peace.
That's the sound of the police.
I'm in deep cover, skirt, [D] skirt, lean back.
Give me one more chance.
They say Jesus walks in the devil wear a Prada.
But I'm so, so deaf, God damn, tell me nothing.
[Ebm] Write this on my death certificate.
I gave you power, [B] 21 questions.
Like, I'm shot, I'm shot.
They're warning.
Watch [F] them niggas [Ebm] flashing like Boba Rats.
Two words, focus.
This is Deadline.
The nice, the none.
Guess who's back for my blood?
Rap the unique, and look at Shaq from uptown.
This fire arm, Silas on that quiet thong.
P-O-N-Y, top of New York.
We're the pitch four.
Key:
B
Ebm
F
D
Eb
B
Ebm
F
[B] [Abm] Victory, _ victory, roll up [B] my neck, Mr.
T, [F] victory, victory,
Naughty Gang rappin' that [B] in my shit.
Victory, yeah.
[E] Ice from my neck like [Ebm] I'm Lil' [F] Week.
Run this shit like the Pericles.
[Ebm] It's hell on earth, [D] but this is where I be.
Money over bitches on my head, so.
_ Headlines, some niggas gettin' paid,
but never take a loss on my head, so.
Only take a L when I smoke a head,
so I be Gang Plea time on my head, so.
Been buggin' from the cradle to the grave,
now your favorite rapper name on the head, so. _
Two legs, you already live it.
Imagine when you're 30,000 feet up, what you think of?
Oh, I hate it knowing I'm gonna throw some turkeys green,
cause I never knew I'd get my chest to link up.
Oh, I tell you all the disillusioned women,
that's where I came from, them bottle flappers livin',
walkin' dead on.
Put your favorite rapper's name up on the head, so.
Look at me, who the G's and the D's, wrong.
Propaganda set the standards and the tag, dog.
[Ebm] I hit it, dog, these stashes throw it back.
Yeah, I'm born to match.
This pack in hell is hot, so leave me where I'm at.
I'm livin' how I want it.
No reason to doubt it, it's clear to see.
All eyes on me, 400 [Gb] degrees.
Who am I?
Ruthless.
[F] Easy does it.
The chronic, smoking public, hated to love [D] it.
The [Bb] underdog, [Ebm] we're niggas squad.
It was written in my diary, the start of war.
I'm feeling infamous, immortal, but protect me.
Revolutionary shining, with diamond teeth.
Young, bald, cottagey, now, excuse my demeanor.
Lamb of life, you're still not a player.
You ain't have a place.
Born again, life, love of death.
Make a sacrifice and suck a couple flies.
Used to keep them hypnotized.
I said, my name is Juice, America's most.
Ain't no half-stock, see you at the crossroads.
Put money over [B] bitches on my head, stop.
Headlines, them niggas getting big.
Put everything I lost on my head, stop.
Only take a L when I'm smoking heads.
I'm gang, please, ass on my head, stop.
Been in the drug, it's from the cradle to the grave.
Now, your favorite rapper name on my head, stop.
[D] Who thinks you already dead?
[B] It was written in the children's story, that life's a bitch.
So what you want?
Every day, I struggle with it.
Only got the dummy slipping.
I'm infinitely [Eb] big, pimping through the genesis.
Dead presidents, [B] drop a demo name.
Hello, nerf, he's the last name.
Smoke your blunts up, get [F] money.
Quiet song, have [Ebm] a suicidal thought.
Put the cream on the gate.
Put the money on the green, it's the lemonade.
I'm a player on the late night tips.
[B] Only in the sense, see the prototypes.
Take a drip, get some fingertips.
Reservoir dog, get the skull.
Ignorance, yeah, black out.
Can I live?
Hellraiser, still filming.
It's the death, never taking that.
Three [Eb] dope boys in Cadillac, grave digger.
It's the death, never taking that.
Shame on the nigga.
Three dope boys in Cadillac, [B] grave digger.
Money over bitches on my head, stop.
_ Headlines, some nigga getting paid.
But never take a loss on my head, stop.
Only take a L when I'm smoking heads.
I'm gang three times on my head, stop.
Been bugging, crazy, feel [D] great.
Now your [B] favorite rapper name on my head, stop.
Too late, you already hit it.
Right now I'm on the edge.
So don't push me.
Trouble Thompson 96.
You a shook one, Reeves, you know the ledge.
I'm your pusher. What's that?
I smell pussy.
Let me count my guns, huh?
Five, four, three, two, one, run.
Hi, my name is Dirk Cobain.
Like a pimp, here I [F] go.
To the next [Ab] episode.
Ain't no now, nigga, this [B] is explosive.
Beast caution, let's let it blow in.
Fuck the mother niggas, ride or die for my niggas.
Strictly for my niggas, survive the Lord of Peace.
That's the sound of the police.
I'm in deep cover, skirt, [D] skirt, lean back.
Give me one more chance.
They say Jesus walks in the devil wear a Prada.
But I'm so, so deaf, God damn, tell me nothing.
[Ebm] Write this on my death certificate.
I gave you power, [B] 21 questions.
Like, I'm shot, I'm shot.
They're warning.
Watch [F] them niggas [Ebm] flashing like Boba Rats.
Two words, focus.
This is Deadline.
The nice, the none.
Guess who's back for my blood?
Rap the unique, and look at Shaq from uptown.
This fire arm, Silas on that quiet thong.
P-O-N-Y, top of New York.
We're the pitch four. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
T, [F] victory, victory,
Naughty Gang rappin' that [B] in my shit.
Victory, yeah.
[E] Ice from my neck like [Ebm] I'm Lil' [F] Week.
Run this shit like the Pericles.
[Ebm] It's hell on earth, [D] but this is where I be.
Money over bitches on my head, so.
_ Headlines, some niggas gettin' paid,
but never take a loss on my head, so.
Only take a L when I smoke a head,
so I be Gang Plea time on my head, so.
Been buggin' from the cradle to the grave,
now your favorite rapper name on the head, so. _
Two legs, you already live it.
Imagine when you're 30,000 feet up, what you think of?
Oh, I hate it knowing I'm gonna throw some turkeys green,
cause I never knew I'd get my chest to link up.
Oh, I tell you all the disillusioned women,
that's where I came from, them bottle flappers livin',
walkin' dead on.
Put your favorite rapper's name up on the head, so.
Look at me, who the G's and the D's, wrong.
Propaganda set the standards and the tag, dog.
[Ebm] I hit it, dog, these stashes throw it back.
Yeah, I'm born to match.
This pack in hell is hot, so leave me where I'm at.
I'm livin' how I want it.
No reason to doubt it, it's clear to see.
All eyes on me, 400 [Gb] degrees.
Who am I?
Ruthless.
[F] Easy does it.
The chronic, smoking public, hated to love [D] it.
The [Bb] underdog, [Ebm] we're niggas squad.
It was written in my diary, the start of war.
I'm feeling infamous, immortal, but protect me.
Revolutionary shining, with diamond teeth.
Young, bald, cottagey, now, excuse my demeanor.
Lamb of life, you're still not a player.
You ain't have a place.
Born again, life, love of death.
Make a sacrifice and suck a couple flies.
Used to keep them hypnotized.
I said, my name is Juice, America's most.
Ain't no half-stock, see you at the crossroads.
Put money over [B] bitches on my head, stop.
Headlines, them niggas getting big.
Put everything I lost on my head, stop.
Only take a L when I'm smoking heads.
I'm gang, please, ass on my head, stop.
Been in the drug, it's from the cradle to the grave.
Now, your favorite rapper name on my head, stop.
[D] Who thinks you already dead?
[B] It was written in the children's story, that life's a bitch.
So what you want?
Every day, I struggle with it.
Only got the dummy slipping.
I'm infinitely [Eb] big, pimping through the genesis.
Dead presidents, [B] drop a demo name.
Hello, nerf, he's the last name.
Smoke your blunts up, get [F] money.
Quiet song, have [Ebm] a suicidal thought.
Put the cream on the gate.
Put the money on the green, it's the lemonade.
I'm a player on the late night tips.
[B] Only in the sense, see the prototypes.
Take a drip, get some fingertips.
Reservoir dog, get the skull.
Ignorance, yeah, black out.
Can I live?
Hellraiser, still filming.
It's the death, never taking that.
Three [Eb] dope boys in Cadillac, grave digger.
It's the death, never taking that.
Shame on the nigga.
Three dope boys in Cadillac, [B] grave digger.
Money over bitches on my head, stop.
_ Headlines, some nigga getting paid.
But never take a loss on my head, stop.
Only take a L when I'm smoking heads.
I'm gang three times on my head, stop.
Been bugging, crazy, feel [D] great.
Now your [B] favorite rapper name on my head, stop.
Too late, you already hit it.
Right now I'm on the edge.
So don't push me.
Trouble Thompson 96.
You a shook one, Reeves, you know the ledge.
I'm your pusher. What's that?
I smell pussy.
Let me count my guns, huh?
Five, four, three, two, one, run.
Hi, my name is Dirk Cobain.
Like a pimp, here I [F] go.
To the next [Ab] episode.
Ain't no now, nigga, this [B] is explosive.
Beast caution, let's let it blow in.
Fuck the mother niggas, ride or die for my niggas.
Strictly for my niggas, survive the Lord of Peace.
That's the sound of the police.
I'm in deep cover, skirt, [D] skirt, lean back.
Give me one more chance.
They say Jesus walks in the devil wear a Prada.
But I'm so, so deaf, God damn, tell me nothing.
[Ebm] Write this on my death certificate.
I gave you power, [B] 21 questions.
Like, I'm shot, I'm shot.
They're warning.
Watch [F] them niggas [Ebm] flashing like Boba Rats.
Two words, focus.
This is Deadline.
The nice, the none.
Guess who's back for my blood?
Rap the unique, and look at Shaq from uptown.
This fire arm, Silas on that quiet thong.
P-O-N-Y, top of New York.
We're the pitch four. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _