Chords for Gang Starr & Lil' Dap & Jeru The Damaja - I'm The Man
Tempo:
95 bpm
Chords used:
F#
C#m
C#
G#
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C#m]
[F#]
I said people, [C#m] people, come on and check it now
You see the mic in my hand, now watch me wreck it now
What is a party if the crew ain't there?
[C#] What can it be?
Call me Guru, that's my man [F#] from it
Now many attempts [C#m] have been made to hold us back
Slander [G#] the name, and withhold facts
But I'm the type of brother with much more game
I got a sure aim, and if I find [F#] you're the band
You can bet you'll [C#] be exterminated, taken out, done
It doesn't matter how many, they go as easy [F#] as just one
Plus one round in [C#m] the ear for this hit
Cause this year, suckers are going nowhere
Cause my street style and intelligence level
Makes me much more than just an angry [F#] rebel
I'm gifted, unlimited, [C#] rhymes universal
MC's that ain't equipped get flipped in my circle
I'm aiming on, [C#m] raining on those bitch ass chucks
[G#] Cause the rhymes don't flop, and the beats don't pump
And niggas better know I paid my dues and shit
I'm about to blow the fuck up cause I refuse to quit
I'm out to get [C#] the props that are rightfully mine
Yeah me and the crew think it's about that [G#] time
But I'm the DL, you know the gang style will conquer
That's why you're staring point, and others cling on to
Minotica, [C#] asking for a hook up
Well sorry but my schedule is all booked [F#] up
Nobody put me on, I made [C#m] it up the hallway
Look out for my people but the suckers should parlay
Cause it's business kid, this ain't no free for all
You have to wait your turn, you must await your call
So now, [C#] now, it is my duty to
Eliminate and subtract all of the booty crews
And suckers should vacate, before I get irate
And I'll kick your can, from here to [F#] Japan
With force you can't [C#m] withstand cause I'm the motherfucking man
Right [N] now I got my man Lil Dat from the group home
Ayo step up to the mic and tell him why you're the man
So much anger, Lil Dat sucks
Don't stop to say hi, motherfucker just died
My shit hold a maple, so I get you know what's up
My pumps get kicked, at the end of the month
Styles and styles are flipped, Lil Dat remains sick
Yet the group always thick, so all your pumps hit it
Every time you rip, the more fame that we get
Motherfuckers are hard, thinking that they are God
Niggas just don't understand, let me be my own man
Did everything on my own, yet every place wasn't home
Anywhere that I rep, had to dress with a vet
I guess you get the routine, but with a lot of stress
Frustration on my mind, what to do in that time
Moms are organising crime, as you're ripping a line
Brothers just don't know, how shit got to go
Cause I was told, to never get my back to the street
As I walk through the ghetto, dead souls I greet
See my man give a pound, then I walk with a pram
Another minute, another brother's gunned down
Shit is getting too close, that's why the group always thick
So every time you rip, the more fame that we get
My father always said, don't watch the one across the street
Watch the one right next, because it's easy to flex
To keep to what he said, yeah that deep ass nigga
My brothers hang around, trying to get down
Niggas just don't understand, I'm the motherfucking man
[D]
[F#m] [F#]
[F#m] [F#m]
I'll tap your jaw, you probably heard it before
Step to the metal of my op rule, my word is law
Drugstore work more, don't rhyme with dork
Not partial to beef, the chief ambassador
Niggas get mad, cause they can't [F#] score
Like a wild west flick, they wish to shoot up my door
But I incite to riot, don't eat but try it
Fuss up chumps, who crap, kids keep quiet
Like I said before, I tapped your snack hole
Kill suckers and wolves, pick a style you said was yours
Money grip, wanna flip, but you're fit
House the mic like a hooker and did tricks on a bitch
Dirty with the scoundrel, and my name is J-Bru
Utilizing my tools in 92
MC step up, been mobbed through the beaters
When E-Rock knocks and got rocks like Norm Peterson
Lots of fun, lots of fun, lots of beers
Got the skills, queen, oh so I always get [F#] cheers
Chew on like a chewbacca, no tears for fears
I'm a get mines, cause the crew will get theirs
Punch you up like Edward Scissorhands
You know the program, I'm the [Cm] motherfucking man
[F#]
I said people, [C#m] people, come on and check it now
You see the mic in my hand, now watch me wreck it now
What is a party if the crew ain't there?
[C#] What can it be?
Call me Guru, that's my man [F#] from it
Now many attempts [C#m] have been made to hold us back
Slander [G#] the name, and withhold facts
But I'm the type of brother with much more game
I got a sure aim, and if I find [F#] you're the band
You can bet you'll [C#] be exterminated, taken out, done
It doesn't matter how many, they go as easy [F#] as just one
Plus one round in [C#m] the ear for this hit
Cause this year, suckers are going nowhere
Cause my street style and intelligence level
Makes me much more than just an angry [F#] rebel
I'm gifted, unlimited, [C#] rhymes universal
MC's that ain't equipped get flipped in my circle
I'm aiming on, [C#m] raining on those bitch ass chucks
[G#] Cause the rhymes don't flop, and the beats don't pump
And niggas better know I paid my dues and shit
I'm about to blow the fuck up cause I refuse to quit
I'm out to get [C#] the props that are rightfully mine
Yeah me and the crew think it's about that [G#] time
But I'm the DL, you know the gang style will conquer
That's why you're staring point, and others cling on to
Minotica, [C#] asking for a hook up
Well sorry but my schedule is all booked [F#] up
Nobody put me on, I made [C#m] it up the hallway
Look out for my people but the suckers should parlay
Cause it's business kid, this ain't no free for all
You have to wait your turn, you must await your call
So now, [C#] now, it is my duty to
Eliminate and subtract all of the booty crews
And suckers should vacate, before I get irate
And I'll kick your can, from here to [F#] Japan
With force you can't [C#m] withstand cause I'm the motherfucking man
Right [N] now I got my man Lil Dat from the group home
Ayo step up to the mic and tell him why you're the man
So much anger, Lil Dat sucks
Don't stop to say hi, motherfucker just died
My shit hold a maple, so I get you know what's up
My pumps get kicked, at the end of the month
Styles and styles are flipped, Lil Dat remains sick
Yet the group always thick, so all your pumps hit it
Every time you rip, the more fame that we get
Motherfuckers are hard, thinking that they are God
Niggas just don't understand, let me be my own man
Did everything on my own, yet every place wasn't home
Anywhere that I rep, had to dress with a vet
I guess you get the routine, but with a lot of stress
Frustration on my mind, what to do in that time
Moms are organising crime, as you're ripping a line
Brothers just don't know, how shit got to go
Cause I was told, to never get my back to the street
As I walk through the ghetto, dead souls I greet
See my man give a pound, then I walk with a pram
Another minute, another brother's gunned down
Shit is getting too close, that's why the group always thick
So every time you rip, the more fame that we get
My father always said, don't watch the one across the street
Watch the one right next, because it's easy to flex
To keep to what he said, yeah that deep ass nigga
My brothers hang around, trying to get down
Niggas just don't understand, I'm the motherfucking man
[D]
[F#m] [F#]
[F#m] [F#m]
I'll tap your jaw, you probably heard it before
Step to the metal of my op rule, my word is law
Drugstore work more, don't rhyme with dork
Not partial to beef, the chief ambassador
Niggas get mad, cause they can't [F#] score
Like a wild west flick, they wish to shoot up my door
But I incite to riot, don't eat but try it
Fuss up chumps, who crap, kids keep quiet
Like I said before, I tapped your snack hole
Kill suckers and wolves, pick a style you said was yours
Money grip, wanna flip, but you're fit
House the mic like a hooker and did tricks on a bitch
Dirty with the scoundrel, and my name is J-Bru
Utilizing my tools in 92
MC step up, been mobbed through the beaters
When E-Rock knocks and got rocks like Norm Peterson
Lots of fun, lots of fun, lots of beers
Got the skills, queen, oh so I always get [F#] cheers
Chew on like a chewbacca, no tears for fears
I'm a get mines, cause the crew will get theirs
Punch you up like Edward Scissorhands
You know the program, I'm the [Cm] motherfucking man
Key:
F#
C#m
C#
G#
F#m
F#
C#m
C#
_ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#]
I said people, [C#m] people, come on and check it now
You see the mic in my hand, now watch me wreck it now
What is a party if the crew ain't there?
[C#] What can it be?
Call me Guru, that's my man [F#] from it
Now many attempts [C#m] have been made to hold us back
Slander [G#] the name, and withhold facts
But I'm the type of brother with much more game
I got a sure aim, and if I find [F#] you're the band
You can bet you'll [C#] be exterminated, taken out, done
It doesn't matter how many, they go as easy [F#] as just one
Plus one round in [C#m] the ear for this hit
Cause this year, suckers are going nowhere
Cause my street style and intelligence level
Makes me much more than just an angry [F#] rebel
I'm gifted, unlimited, [C#] rhymes universal
MC's that ain't equipped get flipped in my circle
I'm aiming on, [C#m] raining on those bitch ass chucks
[G#] Cause the rhymes don't flop, and the beats don't pump
And niggas better know I paid my dues and shit
I'm about to blow the fuck up cause I refuse to quit
I'm out to get [C#] the props that are rightfully mine
Yeah me and the crew think it's about that [G#] time
But I'm the DL, you know the gang style will conquer
That's why you're staring point, and others cling on to
Minotica, [C#] asking for a hook up
Well sorry but my schedule is all booked [F#] up
Nobody put me on, I made [C#m] it up the hallway
Look out for my people but the suckers should parlay
Cause it's business kid, this ain't no free for all
You have to wait your turn, you must await your call
So now, [C#] now, it is my duty to
Eliminate and subtract all of the booty crews
And suckers should vacate, before I get irate
And I'll kick your can, from here to [F#] Japan
With force you can't [C#m] withstand cause I'm the motherfucking man
_ Right [N] now I got my man Lil Dat from the group home
Ayo step up to the mic and tell him why you're the man
So much anger, Lil Dat sucks
Don't stop to say hi, motherfucker just died
My shit hold a maple, so I get you know what's up
My pumps get kicked, at the end of the month
Styles and styles are flipped, Lil Dat remains sick
Yet the group always thick, so all your pumps hit it
Every time you rip, the more fame that we get
Motherfuckers are hard, thinking that they are God
Niggas just don't understand, let me be my own man
Did everything on my own, yet every place wasn't home
Anywhere that I rep, had to dress with a vet
I guess you get the routine, but with a lot of stress
Frustration on my mind, what to do in that time
Moms are organising crime, as you're ripping a line
Brothers just don't know, how shit got to go
Cause I was told, to never get my back to the street
As I walk through the ghetto, dead souls I greet
See my man give a pound, then I walk with a pram
Another minute, another brother's gunned down
Shit is getting too close, that's why the group always thick
So every time you rip, the more fame that we get
My father always said, don't watch the one across the street
Watch the one right next, because it's easy to flex
To keep to what he said, yeah that deep ass nigga
My brothers hang around, trying to get down
Niggas just don't understand, I'm the motherfucking man
[D] _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [F#m] _
_ I'll tap your jaw, you probably heard it before
Step to the metal of my op rule, my word is law
Drugstore work more, don't rhyme with dork
Not partial to beef, the chief ambassador
Niggas get mad, cause they can't [F#] score
Like a wild west flick, they wish to shoot up my door
But I incite to riot, don't eat but try it
Fuss up chumps, who crap, kids keep quiet
Like I said before, I tapped your snack hole
Kill suckers and wolves, pick a style you said was yours
Money grip, wanna flip, but you're fit
House the mic like a hooker and did tricks on a bitch
Dirty with the scoundrel, and my name is J-Bru
Utilizing my tools in 92
MC step up, been mobbed through the beaters
When E-Rock knocks and got rocks like Norm Peterson
Lots of fun, lots of fun, lots of beers
Got the skills, queen, oh so I always get [F#] cheers
Chew on like a chewbacca, no tears for fears
I'm a get mines, cause the crew will get theirs
Punch you up like Edward Scissorhands
You know the program, I'm the [Cm] motherfucking man _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#]
I said people, [C#m] people, come on and check it now
You see the mic in my hand, now watch me wreck it now
What is a party if the crew ain't there?
[C#] What can it be?
Call me Guru, that's my man [F#] from it
Now many attempts [C#m] have been made to hold us back
Slander [G#] the name, and withhold facts
But I'm the type of brother with much more game
I got a sure aim, and if I find [F#] you're the band
You can bet you'll [C#] be exterminated, taken out, done
It doesn't matter how many, they go as easy [F#] as just one
Plus one round in [C#m] the ear for this hit
Cause this year, suckers are going nowhere
Cause my street style and intelligence level
Makes me much more than just an angry [F#] rebel
I'm gifted, unlimited, [C#] rhymes universal
MC's that ain't equipped get flipped in my circle
I'm aiming on, [C#m] raining on those bitch ass chucks
[G#] Cause the rhymes don't flop, and the beats don't pump
And niggas better know I paid my dues and shit
I'm about to blow the fuck up cause I refuse to quit
I'm out to get [C#] the props that are rightfully mine
Yeah me and the crew think it's about that [G#] time
But I'm the DL, you know the gang style will conquer
That's why you're staring point, and others cling on to
Minotica, [C#] asking for a hook up
Well sorry but my schedule is all booked [F#] up
Nobody put me on, I made [C#m] it up the hallway
Look out for my people but the suckers should parlay
Cause it's business kid, this ain't no free for all
You have to wait your turn, you must await your call
So now, [C#] now, it is my duty to
Eliminate and subtract all of the booty crews
And suckers should vacate, before I get irate
And I'll kick your can, from here to [F#] Japan
With force you can't [C#m] withstand cause I'm the motherfucking man
_ Right [N] now I got my man Lil Dat from the group home
Ayo step up to the mic and tell him why you're the man
So much anger, Lil Dat sucks
Don't stop to say hi, motherfucker just died
My shit hold a maple, so I get you know what's up
My pumps get kicked, at the end of the month
Styles and styles are flipped, Lil Dat remains sick
Yet the group always thick, so all your pumps hit it
Every time you rip, the more fame that we get
Motherfuckers are hard, thinking that they are God
Niggas just don't understand, let me be my own man
Did everything on my own, yet every place wasn't home
Anywhere that I rep, had to dress with a vet
I guess you get the routine, but with a lot of stress
Frustration on my mind, what to do in that time
Moms are organising crime, as you're ripping a line
Brothers just don't know, how shit got to go
Cause I was told, to never get my back to the street
As I walk through the ghetto, dead souls I greet
See my man give a pound, then I walk with a pram
Another minute, another brother's gunned down
Shit is getting too close, that's why the group always thick
So every time you rip, the more fame that we get
My father always said, don't watch the one across the street
Watch the one right next, because it's easy to flex
To keep to what he said, yeah that deep ass nigga
My brothers hang around, trying to get down
Niggas just don't understand, I'm the motherfucking man
[D] _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [F#m] _
_ I'll tap your jaw, you probably heard it before
Step to the metal of my op rule, my word is law
Drugstore work more, don't rhyme with dork
Not partial to beef, the chief ambassador
Niggas get mad, cause they can't [F#] score
Like a wild west flick, they wish to shoot up my door
But I incite to riot, don't eat but try it
Fuss up chumps, who crap, kids keep quiet
Like I said before, I tapped your snack hole
Kill suckers and wolves, pick a style you said was yours
Money grip, wanna flip, but you're fit
House the mic like a hooker and did tricks on a bitch
Dirty with the scoundrel, and my name is J-Bru
Utilizing my tools in 92
MC step up, been mobbed through the beaters
When E-Rock knocks and got rocks like Norm Peterson
Lots of fun, lots of fun, lots of beers
Got the skills, queen, oh so I always get [F#] cheers
Chew on like a chewbacca, no tears for fears
I'm a get mines, cause the crew will get theirs
Punch you up like Edward Scissorhands
You know the program, I'm the [Cm] motherfucking man _ _ _ _