Chords for Ghostface Killah - Daytona 500 feat. Raekwon & Cappadonna (HD)
Tempo:
99.1 bpm
Chords used:
E
G
D#
C#
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
We are the G-O -D's
And we came to rob the spot
Like Iron Man stars
They be the illest MC's in the world today
Capor-A-Quon and the [D#] RZA
[N]
So listen to them clear
And put the box right near your ear
Light your burn, send down your beer
Cause you can never [D#] fuck with Mutant [E] Killer [C#]
B's
[E]
[G] [E] Take these two cats who rock Mac knowledge
Knowledge is sweet as phylogenist, light up the mic
Guard knives, slot joints, the character points
Corolla, motor, roller, holder, player guard
He pack over the shoulder, chrome tanks
Player like Yanks, check the franchise
Front on my guys, my anagrise, glass, many lives
Rappel on fakes like reflectors
He has sugar in his skin, his last crack career
We can get him, manhandle him
If you wanna run in the strip bro, get ditto
Skate like a limo, and jet to the floss
Estate relate, take a break, break down the 8th and then wait
Drop it like Drake, Gloves, they be blowing and screwing
We can know and claim they doing the same [C] shit we doing
[E] Fuck the union, it's the same style
Rizzo, Trainer, boy jump the turnstile
On the alley, try to challenge God for the new bouts
Especially that aluminum bat in the act
Relax, laid back, selling grenade a day
It pays black, Big Mac, 10 flex
White cats like Windex, index
Finger be sore, busting these fly spreads
But while he can't count, crazily grins, move by our plans
Laying with my bitches and my mans in the next lands
Inclusion him, jet to the stash
And now Jerusalem, abusing him
Rocking his jewels like we using him
Low pro star, seven thick waves, rock molar
What would the older guard build with some small
On the streets, he's smart, but we do a lot
God damn, bad books, God damn shit
[A] Better keep you [C#] vibing
[C] [E] See to drink, in the [G] shop is finest
[G] But if you [E] don't smoke, you better step up
I got the C-Book
Mercury raps, it's rough, and God just so like
Tax man and white Wally, the man, bear my baseball hat
Doing forever shit like pissing out the window on turnpikes
Robbing niggas for leaven, side swiping on dirt bikes
Gorgie metal like Von Hoff or Radio Barber
Murders leave a way camp, the fly lady champ
The arsonist, who burn with his pen regardless
Slaying all these earthlings and fake foreigners
In the Philippines, big herbal beans, bumbling strings
Buy a chemical cream, we burn kerosene
The conviction of my tape is rape wicked like Nixon
Long hate descriptions with three sentences
And kiss the pyramid, experiment with high explosive
I slap rocks with Jesus, link shot to Joseph
Zooming like binoculars, the rap waxsmith
Money's Rolex was botless, Chef Racktop was spotless
I'm Iron Man, OD, cash metal, I'm still alloy
True identity, hitting this side chick with tabloids
Breathe oxygen, both sides of my jaw carry oxen
He track it like a banger, in hundred wide boxes
No jockey when he's cash, my little J be deli'ing
Simp, I response, out of weed deli'ing
Grounds like retail, make sure [F] sis sell
For where we [E] at, come on man
All your suits and stock, for real, lies and fables
Got that shit better, keep you vibing
Who is here to bring you shopping?
Buy this, but if this is you
Then step up, buy this
You need a 50,000 small bills
My boat plate, my slang kills, my bitch spills
Without Lil, murder one thot, kill a beast thong
Guess who back home son, my technique is slang
Can't want third platoon soon
Cristal bottles, cages of broom
Poppy wardrobe, demand had a big dick style
We wear goons, smuggle balloons
Slaughter dunes and fat pussy wounds
Let the guards build, pull the grill
Check out the man's skills, top secret technique
Too hard for you to peep in and keep it
Tiki style of rapping, watch her knuckles slang sweeping
I don't order, J be quarter, can't record my slaughters
For the rotten dawn, I took what the beef forgot
I top knot, borderline rhymes with handcock
96, my ill sound class is still high
Get yourself shot
All your suits and stock, for real, lies and fables
Got that shit better, keep you piping
The food we're here to bring, you shall not find us
But if you're sweet, you better step up, find [D] us
[N]
And we came to rob the spot
Like Iron Man stars
They be the illest MC's in the world today
Capor-A-Quon and the [D#] RZA
[N]
So listen to them clear
And put the box right near your ear
Light your burn, send down your beer
Cause you can never [D#] fuck with Mutant [E] Killer [C#]
B's
[E]
[G] [E] Take these two cats who rock Mac knowledge
Knowledge is sweet as phylogenist, light up the mic
Guard knives, slot joints, the character points
Corolla, motor, roller, holder, player guard
He pack over the shoulder, chrome tanks
Player like Yanks, check the franchise
Front on my guys, my anagrise, glass, many lives
Rappel on fakes like reflectors
He has sugar in his skin, his last crack career
We can get him, manhandle him
If you wanna run in the strip bro, get ditto
Skate like a limo, and jet to the floss
Estate relate, take a break, break down the 8th and then wait
Drop it like Drake, Gloves, they be blowing and screwing
We can know and claim they doing the same [C] shit we doing
[E] Fuck the union, it's the same style
Rizzo, Trainer, boy jump the turnstile
On the alley, try to challenge God for the new bouts
Especially that aluminum bat in the act
Relax, laid back, selling grenade a day
It pays black, Big Mac, 10 flex
White cats like Windex, index
Finger be sore, busting these fly spreads
But while he can't count, crazily grins, move by our plans
Laying with my bitches and my mans in the next lands
Inclusion him, jet to the stash
And now Jerusalem, abusing him
Rocking his jewels like we using him
Low pro star, seven thick waves, rock molar
What would the older guard build with some small
On the streets, he's smart, but we do a lot
God damn, bad books, God damn shit
[A] Better keep you [C#] vibing
[C] [E] See to drink, in the [G] shop is finest
[G] But if you [E] don't smoke, you better step up
I got the C-Book
Mercury raps, it's rough, and God just so like
Tax man and white Wally, the man, bear my baseball hat
Doing forever shit like pissing out the window on turnpikes
Robbing niggas for leaven, side swiping on dirt bikes
Gorgie metal like Von Hoff or Radio Barber
Murders leave a way camp, the fly lady champ
The arsonist, who burn with his pen regardless
Slaying all these earthlings and fake foreigners
In the Philippines, big herbal beans, bumbling strings
Buy a chemical cream, we burn kerosene
The conviction of my tape is rape wicked like Nixon
Long hate descriptions with three sentences
And kiss the pyramid, experiment with high explosive
I slap rocks with Jesus, link shot to Joseph
Zooming like binoculars, the rap waxsmith
Money's Rolex was botless, Chef Racktop was spotless
I'm Iron Man, OD, cash metal, I'm still alloy
True identity, hitting this side chick with tabloids
Breathe oxygen, both sides of my jaw carry oxen
He track it like a banger, in hundred wide boxes
No jockey when he's cash, my little J be deli'ing
Simp, I response, out of weed deli'ing
Grounds like retail, make sure [F] sis sell
For where we [E] at, come on man
All your suits and stock, for real, lies and fables
Got that shit better, keep you vibing
Who is here to bring you shopping?
Buy this, but if this is you
Then step up, buy this
You need a 50,000 small bills
My boat plate, my slang kills, my bitch spills
Without Lil, murder one thot, kill a beast thong
Guess who back home son, my technique is slang
Can't want third platoon soon
Cristal bottles, cages of broom
Poppy wardrobe, demand had a big dick style
We wear goons, smuggle balloons
Slaughter dunes and fat pussy wounds
Let the guards build, pull the grill
Check out the man's skills, top secret technique
Too hard for you to peep in and keep it
Tiki style of rapping, watch her knuckles slang sweeping
I don't order, J be quarter, can't record my slaughters
For the rotten dawn, I took what the beef forgot
I top knot, borderline rhymes with handcock
96, my ill sound class is still high
Get yourself shot
All your suits and stock, for real, lies and fables
Got that shit better, keep you piping
The food we're here to bring, you shall not find us
But if you're sweet, you better step up, find [D] us
[N]
Key:
E
G
D#
C#
C
E
G
D#
We are the G-O _ -D's
And we came to rob the spot
Like Iron Man stars
_ They be the illest MC's in the world today _ _
Capor-A-Quon and the [D#] RZA
_ [N] _
_ So listen to them clear
And put the box right near your ear
Light your burn, send down your beer
Cause you can never [D#] fuck with Mutant [E] Killer [C#] _
B's
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ [E] Take these two cats who rock Mac knowledge
Knowledge is sweet as phylogenist, light up the mic
Guard knives, slot joints, the character points
Corolla, motor, roller, holder, player guard
He pack over the shoulder, chrome tanks
Player like Yanks, check the franchise
Front on my guys, my anagrise, glass, many lives
Rappel on fakes like reflectors
He has sugar in his skin, his last crack career
We can get him, manhandle him
If you wanna run in the strip bro, get ditto
Skate like a limo, and jet to the floss
Estate relate, take a break, break down the 8th and then wait
Drop it like Drake, Gloves, they be blowing and screwing
We can know and claim they doing the same [C] shit we doing
[E] Fuck the union, it's the same style
Rizzo, Trainer, boy jump the turnstile
On the alley, try to challenge God for the new bouts
Especially that aluminum bat in the act
Relax, laid back, selling grenade a day
It pays black, Big Mac, 10 flex
White cats like Windex, index
Finger be sore, busting these fly spreads
But while he can't count, crazily grins, move by our plans
Laying with my bitches and my mans in the next lands
Inclusion him, jet to the stash
And now Jerusalem, abusing him
Rocking his jewels like we using him
Low pro star, seven thick waves, rock molar
What would the older guard build with some small
On the streets, he's smart, but we do a lot
God damn, bad books, God damn shit
[A] Better keep you [C#] vibing
[C] _ [E] _ See to drink, in the [G] shop is finest
[G] But if you [E] don't smoke, you better step up
I got the C-Book
Mercury raps, it's rough, and God just so like
Tax man and white Wally, the man, bear my baseball hat
Doing forever shit like pissing out the window on turnpikes
Robbing niggas for leaven, side swiping on dirt bikes
Gorgie metal like Von Hoff or Radio Barber
Murders leave a way camp, the fly lady champ
The arsonist, who burn with his pen regardless
Slaying all these earthlings and fake foreigners
In the Philippines, big herbal beans, bumbling strings
Buy a chemical cream, we burn kerosene
The conviction of my tape is rape wicked like Nixon
Long hate descriptions with three sentences
And kiss the pyramid, experiment with high explosive
I slap rocks with Jesus, link shot to Joseph
Zooming like binoculars, the rap waxsmith
Money's Rolex was botless, Chef Racktop was spotless
I'm Iron Man, OD, cash metal, I'm still alloy
True identity, hitting this side chick with tabloids
Breathe oxygen, both sides of my jaw carry oxen
He track it like a banger, in hundred wide boxes
No jockey when he's cash, my little J be deli'ing
Simp, I response, out of weed deli'ing
Grounds like retail, make sure [F] sis sell
For where we [E] at, come on man
All your suits and stock, for real, lies and fables
Got that shit better, keep you vibing
Who is here to bring you shopping?
Buy this, but if this is you
Then step up, buy this
You need a 50,000 small bills
My boat plate, my slang kills, my bitch spills
Without Lil, murder one thot, kill a beast thong
Guess who back home son, my technique is slang
Can't want third platoon soon
Cristal bottles, cages of broom
Poppy wardrobe, demand had a big dick style
We wear goons, smuggle balloons
Slaughter dunes and fat pussy wounds
Let the guards build, pull the grill
Check out the man's skills, top secret technique
Too hard for you to peep in and keep it
Tiki style of rapping, watch her knuckles slang sweeping
I don't order, J be quarter, can't record my slaughters
For the rotten dawn, I took what the beef forgot
I top knot, borderline rhymes with handcock
96, my ill sound class is still high
Get yourself shot
_ _ All your suits and stock, for real, lies and fables
Got that shit better, keep you piping
The food we're here to bring, you shall not find us
But if you're sweet, you better step up, find [D] us
_ [N] _
And we came to rob the spot
Like Iron Man stars
_ They be the illest MC's in the world today _ _
Capor-A-Quon and the [D#] RZA
_ [N] _
_ So listen to them clear
And put the box right near your ear
Light your burn, send down your beer
Cause you can never [D#] fuck with Mutant [E] Killer [C#] _
B's
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ [E] Take these two cats who rock Mac knowledge
Knowledge is sweet as phylogenist, light up the mic
Guard knives, slot joints, the character points
Corolla, motor, roller, holder, player guard
He pack over the shoulder, chrome tanks
Player like Yanks, check the franchise
Front on my guys, my anagrise, glass, many lives
Rappel on fakes like reflectors
He has sugar in his skin, his last crack career
We can get him, manhandle him
If you wanna run in the strip bro, get ditto
Skate like a limo, and jet to the floss
Estate relate, take a break, break down the 8th and then wait
Drop it like Drake, Gloves, they be blowing and screwing
We can know and claim they doing the same [C] shit we doing
[E] Fuck the union, it's the same style
Rizzo, Trainer, boy jump the turnstile
On the alley, try to challenge God for the new bouts
Especially that aluminum bat in the act
Relax, laid back, selling grenade a day
It pays black, Big Mac, 10 flex
White cats like Windex, index
Finger be sore, busting these fly spreads
But while he can't count, crazily grins, move by our plans
Laying with my bitches and my mans in the next lands
Inclusion him, jet to the stash
And now Jerusalem, abusing him
Rocking his jewels like we using him
Low pro star, seven thick waves, rock molar
What would the older guard build with some small
On the streets, he's smart, but we do a lot
God damn, bad books, God damn shit
[A] Better keep you [C#] vibing
[C] _ [E] _ See to drink, in the [G] shop is finest
[G] But if you [E] don't smoke, you better step up
I got the C-Book
Mercury raps, it's rough, and God just so like
Tax man and white Wally, the man, bear my baseball hat
Doing forever shit like pissing out the window on turnpikes
Robbing niggas for leaven, side swiping on dirt bikes
Gorgie metal like Von Hoff or Radio Barber
Murders leave a way camp, the fly lady champ
The arsonist, who burn with his pen regardless
Slaying all these earthlings and fake foreigners
In the Philippines, big herbal beans, bumbling strings
Buy a chemical cream, we burn kerosene
The conviction of my tape is rape wicked like Nixon
Long hate descriptions with three sentences
And kiss the pyramid, experiment with high explosive
I slap rocks with Jesus, link shot to Joseph
Zooming like binoculars, the rap waxsmith
Money's Rolex was botless, Chef Racktop was spotless
I'm Iron Man, OD, cash metal, I'm still alloy
True identity, hitting this side chick with tabloids
Breathe oxygen, both sides of my jaw carry oxen
He track it like a banger, in hundred wide boxes
No jockey when he's cash, my little J be deli'ing
Simp, I response, out of weed deli'ing
Grounds like retail, make sure [F] sis sell
For where we [E] at, come on man
All your suits and stock, for real, lies and fables
Got that shit better, keep you vibing
Who is here to bring you shopping?
Buy this, but if this is you
Then step up, buy this
You need a 50,000 small bills
My boat plate, my slang kills, my bitch spills
Without Lil, murder one thot, kill a beast thong
Guess who back home son, my technique is slang
Can't want third platoon soon
Cristal bottles, cages of broom
Poppy wardrobe, demand had a big dick style
We wear goons, smuggle balloons
Slaughter dunes and fat pussy wounds
Let the guards build, pull the grill
Check out the man's skills, top secret technique
Too hard for you to peep in and keep it
Tiki style of rapping, watch her knuckles slang sweeping
I don't order, J be quarter, can't record my slaughters
For the rotten dawn, I took what the beef forgot
I top knot, borderline rhymes with handcock
96, my ill sound class is still high
Get yourself shot
_ _ All your suits and stock, for real, lies and fables
Got that shit better, keep you piping
The food we're here to bring, you shall not find us
But if you're sweet, you better step up, find [D] us
_ [N] _