Chords for J DILLA - TAKE NOTICE feat. GUILTY SIMPSON

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on y'all [Bbm] [Db] need to [Bbm] think of plans!
_ [Fm] _ _ _ don't let me have to [Cm] lace you up.
[Bb] _ [Ab] _ [Bb] yeah _ [Fm] _ louder! _ _
[Bbm] turn it [Db] up!
[Bb] say, Bella!
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_ [Eb] _ [Fm] _ _ We bang it out y'all, _ [Bbm] [Cm] we bang it [Bb] out y'all.
They [Eb] notice, jumpin' in the [Fm] game head first and make the text jerk to cancel your [Eb] network.
Your feminine cats, I [Ab] catch a bad one, my gun don't beat that pokin' ass [Db] with magnums.
I spark the best, that's the first of my litter, come see the [C] scars on my chest, we savage.
Ill [Bb] style with [Ab] extra static, [Bb] before you talk shit, you better know the [Fm] hearts of them niggas
you walk with.
This ain't no slap on the wrist shit, this is sick shit.
Homicidal energy, something to empty [Eb] clips with.
Negative gutter, this is what you [N] want, this is what you get.
Take it in the brain, motherfucker.
This ain't no slap on the wrist shit, this is sick shit.
Homicidal energy, something to empty clips with.
[Eb] Negative [Ab] gutter, [Bbm] this is what you want, this is what you get.
[Fm] Take it in the brain, motherfucker.
This is filth, [Cm] Florida, [N] Florida filth, the nice, the pimps.
The cars, the hard hitters, the giants.
Cats preparing for they last days, like it's J2K.
But they [Cm] way too late, rep'n for peeps [Bbm] ready to feed.
[Db] Maybe they'll [Bb] say you a plague, you got to take over your [Fm] radio waves.
Nowadays I don't do it for the mics, cause they pay for them things.
[Bb] Fuckin' up, letting [Ab] J in the [Bb] game.
I don't sleep, I load [Fm] the heat, wait to aim it and bang.
Guilt will fill a dog [N] with dangerous pain.
And this ain't the slap on the wrist shit, this is big shit.
Feel more energy, something to smack your bitch with.
Gully, gutter, giving you what you want, [Cm] twistin' it up.
Just take it to the head, [Db] motherfucker.
Extended family's my [C] brotherhood.
[Bb] Catch him in the face like a heavyweight with [Fm] no guard.
Part of me as I'm Bogart, mature master.
I [N] outthink the average but equally savage.
Send the generals up your roster.
I send them back in the sack.
Murder minister counter reacts and launches attacks.
Roofless, ten branches, ten nooses.
Ten necks, [C] ten texts and ten shooters.
Black booters, [Bb] late night [Ab] intruders.
[Bb] You ever seen a Panther maneuver?
I'm even [Fm] smoother, guy.
You might lose your eye.
Either way you choose, [N] you die.
We're cruising high.
River Rouge, July the 4th.
Sliding off and fire the horses.
45 cold niggas scatter from [Bb] thunders, [Cm] lightning bolts.
Rewrite your [Bb] notes and recite [Db] them jokes.
[Bbm] You like the post, I ice your throat.
[Eb] After that I [Fm] slice your throat.
With the same razor you slice the dope.
Not by [Bb] me, but I [Db] know those types [Eb] of folks.
Now [Bbm] calm down.
I never could put [Fm] the fire arm down.
That's why everything I do stresses [Cm] mom now, feel me?
[Db] First name Jay, [Bb] last name D.
It'll [N] change the game, player, please believe me.
A cake boy to my heart, stop pumping.
Mission complete [C] when y'all niggas mouth stop running.
[Bbm] Last name Simpson, [Bb] the first name guilty.
Taking the [Fm] game further than most of you niggas will be.
A dreadnought to my heart, stop pumping.
That's it for greatness when these A&R's stop running.
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