Chords for I'm Gonna Put You Down (feat. T.O.N.E-z)
Tempo:
89.8 bpm
Chords used:
D
Dm
F
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F] [D]
[D] [Dm] [D]
[Dm]
[Am] [D]
[Dm] [D]
I'm focused, run the streets like a rumor, whip up dealers like a Ferris wheel.
And everything that's said, I says it's real.
I screw your team, mean.
See I love the hood and the hood loves me.
It's a thin line between hate and love.
Crooks and they'll take a slug, that'll erase your [Dm] mug.
So embrace the thug or get placed above.
People ask how I follow God and still curse.
As the lingo of the hood damage, you don't understand it.
So while you're [D] all in church preaching to [Dm] upper class, kissing [D] ass.
I'm in the trenches with gates to show them ways to get paid without pushing powder.
But [Dm] pushing power, if you don't know the hood, then don't speak unless you spoken to.
Your comments will end up choking you or stomping you, I promise you.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
Dig a hole in the cocoa ground.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
I'm gonna put you down.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
Dig a hole in the cocoa ground.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
[Dm] I'm gonna [D] put you down.
I run with goons, little homie.
They getting poppin'.
Click clack, click clack, click clack.
Bodies dropping.
They were gone when they [Dm] missed you, but that was luck.
They coming through tomorrow, shorty.
That's what's up.
Got back, they dang, dang.
Hit you with the bang, bang.
Stand over your [D] body and hit you with the same thing.
We were tight for a minute, riding the same lane.
You switched colors, sacred body, your brain, man.
Thought I was gang and your wifey, it wasn't me.
You got stomped at that party?
Now that is me.
Face to face, only a bitch do [Dm] slumps you.
Like [D] untucked, only a real dude plus you.
Don't get plus in your eye, you're funny, you're girl.
Blood dripping on your thimbles, fuck your world.
I bump dudes when I walk in [Dm] the hood.
Shit ain't pretty, from the X [D] to brick city, I spit gritty.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
Dig a hole in the cocoa ground.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
I'm gonna put you down.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
Dig a hole in the cocoa ground.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
I'm gonna put you down.
Dumb fucks think rap music causes violence.
And they albums that made Bush put Iraq to silence.
Vietnam Desert Storm wasn't because of killer Cam.
Mobb Deep, 50 Cent, or Game Head.
Chicks be spazzing out thinking I'm crazy.
Forget a baby, go half on a 380.
Roll that, take two and pass that.
My songs are like thorns, cause they get all up in your ass crack.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
Dig a hole in the cocoa ground.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
I'm gonna put you down.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
Dig a hole in the cocoa ground.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
I'm gonna put you down.
[Dm] [D]
[D] [Dm] [D]
[Dm]
[Am] [D]
[Dm] [D]
I'm focused, run the streets like a rumor, whip up dealers like a Ferris wheel.
And everything that's said, I says it's real.
I screw your team, mean.
See I love the hood and the hood loves me.
It's a thin line between hate and love.
Crooks and they'll take a slug, that'll erase your [Dm] mug.
So embrace the thug or get placed above.
People ask how I follow God and still curse.
As the lingo of the hood damage, you don't understand it.
So while you're [D] all in church preaching to [Dm] upper class, kissing [D] ass.
I'm in the trenches with gates to show them ways to get paid without pushing powder.
But [Dm] pushing power, if you don't know the hood, then don't speak unless you spoken to.
Your comments will end up choking you or stomping you, I promise you.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
Dig a hole in the cocoa ground.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
I'm gonna put you down.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
Dig a hole in the cocoa ground.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
[Dm] I'm gonna [D] put you down.
I run with goons, little homie.
They getting poppin'.
Click clack, click clack, click clack.
Bodies dropping.
They were gone when they [Dm] missed you, but that was luck.
They coming through tomorrow, shorty.
That's what's up.
Got back, they dang, dang.
Hit you with the bang, bang.
Stand over your [D] body and hit you with the same thing.
We were tight for a minute, riding the same lane.
You switched colors, sacred body, your brain, man.
Thought I was gang and your wifey, it wasn't me.
You got stomped at that party?
Now that is me.
Face to face, only a bitch do [Dm] slumps you.
Like [D] untucked, only a real dude plus you.
Don't get plus in your eye, you're funny, you're girl.
Blood dripping on your thimbles, fuck your world.
I bump dudes when I walk in [Dm] the hood.
Shit ain't pretty, from the X [D] to brick city, I spit gritty.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
Dig a hole in the cocoa ground.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
I'm gonna put you down.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
Dig a hole in the cocoa ground.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
I'm gonna put you down.
Dumb fucks think rap music causes violence.
And they albums that made Bush put Iraq to silence.
Vietnam Desert Storm wasn't because of killer Cam.
Mobb Deep, 50 Cent, or Game Head.
Chicks be spazzing out thinking I'm crazy.
Forget a baby, go half on a 380.
Roll that, take two and pass that.
My songs are like thorns, cause they get all up in your ass crack.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
Dig a hole in the cocoa ground.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
I'm gonna put you down.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
Dig a hole in the cocoa ground.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
I'm gonna put you down.
[Dm] [D]
Key:
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Dm
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Am
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_ _ I'm focused, run the streets like a rumor, whip up dealers like a Ferris wheel.
And everything that's said, I says it's real.
I screw your team, mean.
See I love the hood and the hood loves me.
It's a thin line between hate and love.
Crooks and they'll take a slug, that'll erase your [Dm] mug.
So embrace the thug or get placed above.
People ask how I follow God and still curse.
As the lingo of the hood damage, you don't understand it.
So while you're [D] all in church preaching to [Dm] upper class, kissing [D] ass.
I'm in the trenches with gates to show them ways to get paid without pushing powder.
But [Dm] pushing power, if you don't know the hood, then don't speak unless you spoken to.
Your comments will end up choking you or stomping you, I promise you.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
Dig a hole in the cocoa ground.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
I'm gonna put you down.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
Dig a hole in the cocoa ground.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
[Dm] I'm gonna [D] put you down.
I run with goons, little homie.
They getting poppin'.
Click clack, click clack, click clack.
Bodies dropping.
They were gone when they [Dm] missed you, but that was luck.
They coming through tomorrow, shorty.
That's what's up.
Got back, they dang, dang.
Hit you with the bang, bang.
Stand over your [D] body and hit you with the same thing.
We were tight for a minute, riding the same lane.
You switched colors, sacred body, your brain, man.
Thought I was gang and your wifey, it wasn't me.
You got stomped at that party?
Now that is me.
Face to face, only a bitch do [Dm] slumps you.
Like [D] untucked, only a real dude plus you.
Don't get plus in your eye, you're funny, you're girl.
Blood dripping on your thimbles, fuck your world.
I bump dudes when I walk in [Dm] the hood.
Shit ain't pretty, from the X [D] to brick city, I spit gritty.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
Dig a hole in the cocoa ground.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
I'm gonna put you down.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
Dig a hole in the cocoa ground.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
I'm gonna put you down.
Dumb fucks think rap music causes violence.
And they albums that made Bush put Iraq to silence.
Vietnam Desert Storm wasn't because of killer Cam.
Mobb Deep, 50 Cent, or Game Head.
Chicks be spazzing out thinking I'm crazy.
Forget a baby, go half on a 380.
Roll that, take two and pass that.
My songs are like thorns, cause they get all up in your ass crack.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
Dig a hole in the cocoa ground.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
I'm gonna put you down.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
Dig a hole in the cocoa ground.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
I'm gonna put you down. _
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_ _ I'm focused, run the streets like a rumor, whip up dealers like a Ferris wheel.
And everything that's said, I says it's real.
I screw your team, mean.
See I love the hood and the hood loves me.
It's a thin line between hate and love.
Crooks and they'll take a slug, that'll erase your [Dm] mug.
So embrace the thug or get placed above.
People ask how I follow God and still curse.
As the lingo of the hood damage, you don't understand it.
So while you're [D] all in church preaching to [Dm] upper class, kissing [D] ass.
I'm in the trenches with gates to show them ways to get paid without pushing powder.
But [Dm] pushing power, if you don't know the hood, then don't speak unless you spoken to.
Your comments will end up choking you or stomping you, I promise you.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
Dig a hole in the cocoa ground.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
I'm gonna put you down.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
Dig a hole in the cocoa ground.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
[Dm] I'm gonna [D] put you down.
I run with goons, little homie.
They getting poppin'.
Click clack, click clack, click clack.
Bodies dropping.
They were gone when they [Dm] missed you, but that was luck.
They coming through tomorrow, shorty.
That's what's up.
Got back, they dang, dang.
Hit you with the bang, bang.
Stand over your [D] body and hit you with the same thing.
We were tight for a minute, riding the same lane.
You switched colors, sacred body, your brain, man.
Thought I was gang and your wifey, it wasn't me.
You got stomped at that party?
Now that is me.
Face to face, only a bitch do [Dm] slumps you.
Like [D] untucked, only a real dude plus you.
Don't get plus in your eye, you're funny, you're girl.
Blood dripping on your thimbles, fuck your world.
I bump dudes when I walk in [Dm] the hood.
Shit ain't pretty, from the X [D] to brick city, I spit gritty.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
Dig a hole in the cocoa ground.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
I'm gonna put you down.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
Dig a hole in the cocoa ground.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
I'm gonna put you down.
Dumb fucks think rap music causes violence.
And they albums that made Bush put Iraq to silence.
Vietnam Desert Storm wasn't because of killer Cam.
Mobb Deep, 50 Cent, or Game Head.
Chicks be spazzing out thinking I'm crazy.
Forget a baby, go half on a 380.
Roll that, take two and pass that.
My songs are like thorns, cause they get all up in your ass crack.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
Dig a hole in the cocoa ground.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
I'm gonna put you down.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
Dig a hole in the cocoa ground.
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the metal.
I'm gonna put you down. _
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_ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
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