Lil Boosie - Webbie - Bun b - Hold up Chords

Tempo:
157.9 bpm
Chords used:

Fm

F

C#

G

Gm

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Lil Boosie - Webbie - Bun b - Hold up chords
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[F] [Fm]
Yeah, nigga, yeah, [C#] nigga, just for them niggas talking about [F] they got it on they mind, [C#] [G] won't
[Fm] get it off they chest, acting like they got it in [F] they heart, and them saying, [Fm] perc'
ass niggas you gon' see on [F] they back, [Fm] somewhere on they [F] ass, somewhere up under that dirt,
[C#] 6, we [G] ain't playing [Fm] like that, nuh, I put that on the young, we haven't [A#m] had that, man.
[F] Nah, I grew up around [Fm] triggers, but it wasn't the triggers, it was niggas hugging the triggers
that was busting their heads, [F] and I grew up around [C#] tickets, but it [G] wasn't [Fm] the tickets,
it was niggas flipping the tickets that was sucking the feds, and I show up with a chopper,
and it won't be the chopper, it'll be me busting the chopper to have a run and escape, and
I'll send you to the doctor, and the doctor can try, but don't blame the doctor, cause
your [C#] bitch ass [D#] dead, I ain't never [F] scared, man, I been out here, I'ma [Fm] be out here, if
they come out here, you see me out here, hooked up with them P-I-T's, I be trying to get P-M-T
out here, weaving, man, y'all know what's up, young Samus, don't give a [F] fuck, 23's
[Fm] on every truck, when me and my niggas load up, grew up around licks, but it wasn't the
licks, it was niggas hitting the licks that was making the bread, I grew up around bitches,
but it wasn't the bitches, it [F] was niggas pepping the [G#] bitches that was getting the head, and
I [F] hold up, hold [C#] up, gruppin' [Gm] rugged, [Fm] big who rumpin' soldiers, soldiers, step me high,
you think you on the [F] troller, [C#] troller, I got [G] pilots [Fm] with me, coppers and all, I got a Holley,
[F#] load up, [F] hold up, hold [C#] up, gruppin' [G] rugged, [Fm] big who rumpin' soldiers, soldiers, [C#] step me
high, you [C] think you [F] on the troller, [C#] troller, I got [Gm] pilots [Fm] with me, coppers and all, I got
a Holley, [D#m] load [Fm] up, I'm telling you now, I don't play no games, [G] cause I be [Fm] on some gangsta
shit, swing your cone, creep up on you, let it loose, and stank you bitches, bet y'all
coward asses getting scared now, ain't you [A#m] bitches, see y'all want [C#] me hoes, so [D#m] been over,
[Fm] let me spank you, bitches traiting, boy, listen, [G] them choppers [Fm] get to dumping and penetrating,
and the way they got me feeling, [F] ain't no sense in wearing [C#] vests, I'm straight up [Fm] blessing
niggas, they ain't even asking questions, shit nigga, for what, I don't believe in asking
questions, [G] I'm a nigga [Fm] with guts, and for why let a nigga play me, I'd joke for a buck,
[F] close range with a [C#] .380,
[G] leave his [Fm] ass leaking, while he's shaking on the pavement, beat him
down like a white man doing slavery, leave him crying for his fucking mama like a [C#] baby,
old cussing ass nigga, [F] acting like a [C#] bitch and make me [G] whoop their [Fm] ass nigga,
get your mind right, old puss ass nigga, now [F] hold up, hold [C#] up, ruffing [Gm] rugged,
[Fm] big who ruffing, soldier, soldier, [C#] tell me how you [F] think you wrong, control us, troll [C#] us,
I got [Gm] pilots [Fm] with me, topless and all, I got a high level, load [D#m] up, [F] now hold up, [C#] hold up,
ruffing [G] rugged, [G#] big who [A#] ruffing, soldier, [C#] soldier, tell me [G] how you [F] think you wrong, control us,
[C#] I got [A#] pilots [Fm] with me, topless and all, I got a high level, load [D#m] [F] up,
you think this shit a game, [Fm] man you just wait till I come over there, you ain't really [C#] got a chance,
you might as [Fm] well just kill yourself, unless your body [C#] made of steel, I'm [G] telling you [Fm] bring your
ass home, alright, now I done said it, [A#m] be all headed [F] and get blasted on niggas with [Fm] bands sewn,
be on top of your roof, you gon' think they've been lied to, people got them [A#m] chopping [F] at you,
this shit is serious nigga, [C#] my life is [A#] [Fm] dramatical, if you want comedy, stay inside and watch a
comic, you don't get it started, unless you really want this shit to get started, cause when I get
started this shit gon' get retarded, you heard me, [F] I grew up with nothing [C#] but soldiers and [D#] warriors,
[Fm] you heard me, you just come and says why the fuck you think they call it the 30, a lot of niggas get
served, a lot of niggas be serving, I like to see niggas ducking when I be booting this curtain,
cause they round here thugging when they [A#m] should be round [Fm] here twerking, so from here on out it
[F] [C#] [Gm] [Fm]
[F] [C#] [Gm] [Fm]
[D#m]
[F] [Fm]
[C#] [F]
[C#] [Gm] [Fm]
[D#m] [F]
[Fm] [A#] [Fm]
ain't no fucking mercy,
[F] [C#] [G] [Fm]
[D#] [N]
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F
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C#
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Gm
123111113
Fm
123111111
F
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C#
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Learn the basic chords of Lil Boosie, Webbie, Bun B - Hold Up chords, with this master sequence: C#, G, Fm, F, C#, Gm, Fm and C#. To build a solid grasp, start slowly at 78 BPM and then match the original tempo of 158 BPM. Set the capo considering your vocal range and favored chords, aligned with the key: F Minor.

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[F] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
Yeah, nigga, yeah, [C#] nigga, just for them niggas talking about [F] they got it on they mind, [C#] _ [G] won't
[Fm] get it off they chest, _ acting like they got it in [F] they heart, and them saying, [Fm] perc'
ass niggas you gon' see on [F] they back, [Fm] somewhere on they [F] ass, somewhere up under that dirt,
[C#] 6, we [G] ain't playing [Fm] like that, nuh, I put that on the young, we haven't [A#m] had that, man.
[F] Nah, I grew up around [Fm] triggers, but it wasn't the triggers, it was niggas hugging the triggers
that was busting their heads, [F] and I grew up around [C#] tickets, but it [G] wasn't [Fm] the tickets,
it was niggas flipping the tickets that was sucking the feds, and I show up with a chopper,
and it won't be the chopper, it'll be me busting the chopper to have a run and escape, and
I'll send you to the doctor, and the doctor can try, but don't blame the doctor, cause
your [C#] bitch ass [D#] dead, I ain't never [F] scared, man, I been out here, I'ma [Fm] be out here, if
they come out here, you see me out here, hooked up with them P-I-T's, I be trying to get P-M-T
out here, weaving, man, y'all know what's up, young Samus, don't give a [F] fuck, 23's
[Fm] on every truck, when me and my niggas load up, grew up around licks, but it wasn't the
licks, it was niggas hitting the licks that was making the bread, I grew up around bitches,
but it wasn't the bitches, it [F] was niggas pepping the [G#] bitches that was getting the head, and
I [F] hold up, hold [C#] up, gruppin' [Gm] rugged, [Fm] big who rumpin' soldiers, soldiers, step me high,
you think you on the [F] troller, [C#] troller, I got [G] pilots [Fm] with me, coppers and all, I got a Holley,
[F#] load up, [F] hold up, hold [C#] up, gruppin' [G] rugged, [Fm] big who rumpin' soldiers, soldiers, [C#] step me
high, you [C] think you [F] on the troller, [C#] troller, I got [Gm] pilots [Fm] with me, coppers and all, I got
a Holley, [D#m] load [Fm] up, I'm telling you now, I don't play no games, [G] cause I be [Fm] on some gangsta
shit, swing your cone, creep up on you, let it loose, and stank you bitches, bet y'all
coward asses getting scared now, ain't you [A#m] bitches, see y'all want [C#] me hoes, so [D#m] been over,
[Fm] let me spank you, bitches traiting, boy, listen, [G] them choppers [Fm] get to dumping and penetrating,
_ and the way they got me feeling, [F] ain't no sense in wearing [C#] vests, I'm straight up [Fm] blessing
niggas, they ain't even asking questions, shit nigga, for what, I don't believe in asking
questions, [G] I'm a nigga [Fm] with guts, and for why let a nigga play me, I'd joke for a buck,
[F] close range with a [C#] .380,
[G] leave his [Fm] ass leaking, while he's shaking on the pavement, beat him
down like a white man doing slavery, leave him crying for his fucking mama like a [C#] baby,
old cussing ass nigga, [F] acting like a [C#] bitch and make me [G] whoop their [Fm] ass nigga,
get your mind right, old puss ass nigga, now [F] hold up, hold [C#] up, ruffing [Gm] rugged,
[Fm] big who ruffing, soldier, _ soldier, [C#] tell me how you [F] think you wrong, control us, troll [C#] us,
I got [Gm] pilots [Fm] with me, topless and all, I got a high level, load [D#m] up, [F] now hold up, [C#] hold up,
ruffing [G] rugged, [G#] big who [A#] ruffing, soldier, _ [C#] soldier, tell me [G] how you [F] think you wrong, control us,
[C#] I got [A#] pilots [Fm] with me, topless and all, I got a high level, load [D#m] [F] up,
you think this shit a game, [Fm] man you just wait till I come over there, you ain't really [C#] got a chance,
you might as [Fm] well just kill yourself, unless your body [C#] made of steel, I'm [G] telling you [Fm] bring your
ass home, alright, now I done said it, [A#m] be all headed [F] and get blasted on niggas with [Fm] bands sewn,
be on top of your roof, you gon' think they've been lied to, people got them [A#m] chopping [F] at you,
this shit is serious nigga, [C#] my life is [A#] [Fm] dramatical, if you want comedy, stay inside and watch a
comic, you don't get it started, unless you really want this shit to get started, cause when I get
started this shit gon' get retarded, you heard me, [F] I grew up with nothing [C#] but soldiers and [D#] warriors,
[Fm] you heard me, you just come and says why the fuck you think they call it the 30, a lot of niggas get
served, a lot of niggas be serving, I like to see niggas ducking when I be booting this curtain,
cause they round here thugging when they [A#m] should be round [Fm] here twerking, so from here on out it _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ [Gm] _ [Fm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ [Gm] _ [Fm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D#m] _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ [Gm] _ [Fm] _
_ _ _ _ _ [D#m] _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ [A#] _ [Fm] _
_ _ _ _ ain't no fucking mercy, _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ [G] _ [Fm] _
_ _ _ _ _ [D#] _ _ [N] _

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