Chords for gangstagrass- pistol packin

It's that shit [Eb] right here, you know what I mean?
See, I'm a Brooklyn nigga, and this that [Ab] Shaolin shit, you know what I mean?
So I'ma [Eb] close the barrels down the bridge, nigga.
You know what I mean?
East New York, see [Bb] the motherfuckin' building.
You [Eb] can hear my fuseboard roasting, you can take my [Bb] hardboiled hat,
[Eb] But you can never take from me, my [Bb] silver mounted jet.
[Eb] This world of men all know me, and they sure [Bbm] leave me beat.
[Eb] I'm a pistol back in Guapa, and I ramble where [Bb] I bleed.
Oh, bleed, oh, bleed, oh, bleed.
_ Oh, bleed, oh, bleed, oh, [Eb] bleed.
Cry me like, East New York,
Grappesville, home of the Tomahawk,
Caddy Club, Thug Park, the ESTs on sidewalk.
Let's get back to Laptop,
[Bb] Finally, ruined your knees like asphalt.
You must've asked for it, five people, state IDs, and eight passports.
Stay back and forth, catch me [Bb] midtown,
Laying in the lavish loft, [Eb] you holding heat, but you [Ab] ain't blasting off.
Just another carpet, rap our orders,
Slap your front like you street, but [Eb] you taking orders from crackers.
Just another nigga, [Bb] fucking and rap,
You waiting on the next [Bb] job, but I'm still eating like [Ab] contractors.
Blame me on your windows, media,
[Bb] Step pop name is Keeba,
[Eb] Stay burning the cheaper.
After fourteen years, how [Gm] could you not be a believer,
With this real shit coming [Eb] through your speakers.
Every time you hear me, it's ether.
While y'all niggas dumbing out, I'm like a ratchet with ammunition.
I'm never running out, so go ahead, run your mouth, say my name the wrong way.
When we [Bb] meet up, nigga, it's gonna be [Eb] a long day.
So get down, lay down, do what the song say,
Before you find your brain right over where the horns play.
Oh, bleed, [Bb] oh, bleed, oh, [Eb] bleed.
_ You can have my new Ford Roadster,
You can take my [Bb] hard-boiled hat,
[Eb] But you can never take from me,
My silver-mounted jet.
This world of men all know me,
And they sure [Bb] leave me beat.
[Eb] I'm a pistol-packing whopper,
And I ramble [Bb] where I bleed.
[Eb] Oh, bleed, oh, bleed, oh, bleed.
Uh-huh, okay.
I got a special guest tonight, right now.
My nigga, Casmo, is a girl.
Rap nigga to my stack, nigga,
Used to want a Max and an Act, nigga.
Black Jack triple, sold me by myself,
Cause I bagged that nigga.
Boppy [Bb] Brown was the shit, one bad-ass [Eb] sister.
Yo, I kill them slow like cigarettes,
And I can shit down like Tenderest.
The host, cause you been a guest.
I pay dues, no receipts, but I made moves.
With no permission, I just [Ab] take rules.
Don't get invited first time, no time to take clues.
This is how I do it, but I stay [Eb] true.
Ever since a baby in Baby Blue,
I stick you with these verses [F] like crazy glue.
[Bb] My rhyme partner go as deep as the Navy [Ab] Blue.
Ghostface Killer on the track [Bb] can save you.
We're Black Market, [Eb] fucking up the game, we change the rules.
I'll a-dig with niggas if they bleed too steady.
[Bb] Nobody's frontin', but they seen [Eb] us on the streets on Veggie Joe.
Throw your hands up, blow up the L.
This is Black Market [Bb] shit, and these niggas do it [Eb] well.
Throw your hands up, blow up the L.
This is Black Market shit, and these niggas do it well.
You can hear when you smoke a joint.
You can pick my heart, [Bb] but I'm not doing it.
[Eb] I can never take your dick.
My zero hundred dick.
[Bb] Get the [Eb] dick in the middle.
Don't be stupid, and it should [Bb] be me.
_ [Eb] I can't walk, but I remember when I played.
You gotta dumb me down for your mother.
It's nothing. _
_ _ _ _ This is Black Market. _