Fish Chords by Ghostface Killah

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[Fm] _ These are [Cm] the men who lead the crime families of [N] America.
I control 26,000 men.
Except for dope, we operate in all aspects of organized crime.
And if there's one thing I'm sure of, it's that drugs destroy your mind and destroy your home.
[Bbm] In the end, it'll only [Fm] lead our country into rules.
[Cm] We [Bbm] _
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[Db] [Bbm] eat fish, toss [Bbm] salads and make rad ballots.
The [Ab] biochemical [Bbm] sling load, I throw the arrogance in the dope feed.
Folk [Bbm] who cause Swiss laser feeds, my triple sevens.
Broke [Bbm] the slot machines out in Queens, grapefruit porters.
Rebel [Bbm] on rap, [Fm] smack thorns, who like batons?
[Cm] Most of my niggas [Db] smoke like Killshire Farms, [Bbm] check the dummy show.
[Bbm] Underneath my stewelizer tap, that attack [Ab] four-legged [Bbm] bitches with wide horse caps and stereo.
Zion Hill [Bbm] smoke to blow all dust.
You run everyone's [Ab] primacy, [Bbm] Mrs.
Afraid of my lust.
Turn my channel, it'll blow your [Db] whole bench [Fm] off the panel.
[Cm] Like 80-year-old McCandles [Db] that [Ab] backfired and slammed you [Bbm] every day, it's like a video [Bbm] shit.
Check this shit, I take it [Ab] back to [Bbm] Playboy, Stass, Guns N' Whips.
Picture Apple, Big Sis, [Bbm] Kebabs and Tashikis.
Thousands of [Ab] civil warns, [Bbm] phase deficient early 60s.
Now check this [Ab] one, must have [Bbm] been stupid to miss this one.
On a [Ab] show, gonna [Bbm] flip a ton of fashion.
Destination [Ab] be the cash [Bbm] one, I step past one, they'll make me last [Ab] one.
I'm cold [Bbm] like Eskimo float.
Capitalist, [Ab] stay chillin', [Bbm] take shots of penicillin.
Clean out, [Ab] let the steam [Bbm] out, she fiend to go out.
But I'm equipped with mad wife, [Fm] Morris the Rap got nine lives.
[Db] I take [F] a few hundred [Eb] thousand dollar [Bbm] dives and then I still never [Ab] go down.
Until [Bbm] the last round I shine.
Where is it [Ab] do its thing, mother [Bbm] fucker, I'ma do mine.
Now, where [Eb] I come from, [Db] cats be [Fm] carrying, marrying drug [Eb] money.
Fuck up [Db] your wife, give [Eb] her the light [Bbm] cream we handling.
[Ab] [Bbm] Midtown niggas scrambling, moving the camera [Cm] to fly shit.
[Bbm] Plus quick [Fm] to buy [Bbm] shit, yeah, [Ab] you know the [Bbm] whole God's ashtray.
Fidel Castro [Ab] suits, [Bbm] plus deposit in cash rule big time.
[Ab] Play it [Bbm] like Canadian wine, wrist the vine.
[Ab] Now the shakin' [Bbm] is orange through mine.
Now let's get [Eb] colorful [Db] like money green.
[Fm] High [Eb] roller coaster, so-so, [Db] million dollar [Bbm] nigga roaster.
Yeah God, [Ab] we having [Bbm] my host steez lit.
Now let's rap, taste [Ab] connect [Bbm] dots, aim glock.
Train stop, bigger [Ab] road, fly [Bbm] June.
Tri-color cubits, [Ab] swerve with [Bbm] power Germans and Suburbans.
24 [Ab] niggas [Bbm] with vests on, my own restaurant.
[Ab] Don't send in [Bbm] my son's membership form.
And [Fm] still getting [Bbm] this paper scraper.
Fake gators from [Ab] Jamaica, [Bbm] witches be passing like Lakers.
And they be coming from [Fm] Lex, Louis, Stretch, [Cm] Liberace.
Fetal style [Bbm] of blocking [Fm] goals like [Db] hockey.
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