Chords for Mack 10 - Hate In Your Eyes(Uncensored)(HD)+Lyrics
Tempo:
97.95 bpm
Chords used:
E
Am
Em
A
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] We can [E] hear it dropping through the door.
Somebody dropping on the floor.
And from the [Am] way it sounded, it ain't no doubt.
So [A] let those tears fill your mouth.
Yeah, [Em] yeah.
It's all great, baby.
Petty cash never [E] fakes me.
But pull me a shot of yak and purple haze me.
I'm a hustler, getting cash like gravy.
Hard grind, he pays me.
Work ethic, he [Am] never lays me.
Hot hookah, the hood [A] raised me.
And she won't be happy till she lays me.
No, you never seem to amaze me.
So the cheap shots you look at me, never even [E] crazy.
My name's sparking like a street kid.
Because I mix the whole bang thing with the bling bling.
A whole lot of haters out there at sea.
But I flip them all off and keep [Am] doing my thing.
I'm a boss about it when I ain't even worth swinging.
Rocked out from my ear down to my pink ring.
Now ding, ding, let the bell ring.
And if it's drama you want, then it's drama I bring.
[E] Sing.
You want to be in the air like a snowstorm.
There's a hate in your eyes, hate in your eyes.
Or come living like the crew you ain't trained.
You're not gonna go through the hate in your eyes,
hate [Am] in your eyes.
Now those who think I'm better than a mickle,
but I just wanna see the hate in your eyes,
hate in your eyes.
[A] I just wanna see the hate in your eyes,
hate in [Em] your eyes.
You local cats is [E] just small potatoes.
No names, cause this address to all the haters.
From the hood, there is none greater.
Mack the headline [D] and y'all is [A] spectators.
Remember 4 Life?
I put the wood in it.
And looked out for you when your own hood didn't.
Plus you forgot who was paying your bills.
Introduced you to the [Em] game and gave you a deal.
For me, good living, y'all in the piddly realm.
[E] You got the hustles gang backwards, nickel and diamond.
Whole hip hop classics, I make them and got them.
And your group ain't been heard of past the bottom.
[Am] I can't go to my turf and mingle with my G's.
I got one word to say about that one.
What?
Please.
Chicken hunk, y'all ain't worth a feather in my wing.
And all this hatin' just let me know I'm through on my [E] fixin'.
You wanna be in the 80 like a skid.
I'll see the hate in your eyes, hate in your eyes.
Cause I'm livin' like a G, I'm trippin' in the windows.
See the hate in your eyes, hate in your eyes.
[A] I'm never trippin' cause I ain't gonna make it.
But I just wanna see the hate in your eyes,
hate in your eyes.
What?
I just wanna see the hate in your eyes,
[Em] hate in your eyes.
Who came?
Who died?
All day, all night.
The birds of pie,
Westside, from [E] miles.
Who came?
Who died?
All day, all night.
The birds of pie,
Westside, from [Em] miles.
Now tell me, is it the deuce ones on the billy?
The low riders, the mansions?
That's why you send me?
Is that smile in my face?
And act so friendly?
Walk away with hate and a heart full of [A] envy?
Say bruh, what part of the game is that?
You got waves like a dame and how lame is that?
Acting like a groupie around famous cats and this strange.
You don't have no [E] shame in that.
I got the car playboy, but I ain't trippin'.
You know me, I just roll with the punters and keep it pimpin'.
Get throwed by bunches, donating and tipping.
Let a ride on the Harley and sticks [Am] go dipping.
Stay real about my spiel if you know what I mean.
I'm like a leprechaun, I want nothing but green.
Avoid the haters, and for the party scene,
cop the rocks from the D [E]-Yard and make the air scream sing.
[Am]
[Em]
[E]
[Am] I never took a gun, but I know that I can't get out of the school.
See the hate in your eyes.
See the hate in your eyes.
See the hate in your eyes.
[Em] Hate in your eyes.
Mac 1-0.
[E] Who bang it for life?
And it don't quit.
Pick up the trick.
Yeah.
Pick up the trick.
[A] Yeah.
It might make you rich.
We're cyber riders, baby.
[Em]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh.
[Am]
[Em]
[Am]
[N]
Somebody dropping on the floor.
And from the [Am] way it sounded, it ain't no doubt.
So [A] let those tears fill your mouth.
Yeah, [Em] yeah.
It's all great, baby.
Petty cash never [E] fakes me.
But pull me a shot of yak and purple haze me.
I'm a hustler, getting cash like gravy.
Hard grind, he pays me.
Work ethic, he [Am] never lays me.
Hot hookah, the hood [A] raised me.
And she won't be happy till she lays me.
No, you never seem to amaze me.
So the cheap shots you look at me, never even [E] crazy.
My name's sparking like a street kid.
Because I mix the whole bang thing with the bling bling.
A whole lot of haters out there at sea.
But I flip them all off and keep [Am] doing my thing.
I'm a boss about it when I ain't even worth swinging.
Rocked out from my ear down to my pink ring.
Now ding, ding, let the bell ring.
And if it's drama you want, then it's drama I bring.
[E] Sing.
You want to be in the air like a snowstorm.
There's a hate in your eyes, hate in your eyes.
Or come living like the crew you ain't trained.
You're not gonna go through the hate in your eyes,
hate [Am] in your eyes.
Now those who think I'm better than a mickle,
but I just wanna see the hate in your eyes,
hate in your eyes.
[A] I just wanna see the hate in your eyes,
hate in [Em] your eyes.
You local cats is [E] just small potatoes.
No names, cause this address to all the haters.
From the hood, there is none greater.
Mack the headline [D] and y'all is [A] spectators.
Remember 4 Life?
I put the wood in it.
And looked out for you when your own hood didn't.
Plus you forgot who was paying your bills.
Introduced you to the [Em] game and gave you a deal.
For me, good living, y'all in the piddly realm.
[E] You got the hustles gang backwards, nickel and diamond.
Whole hip hop classics, I make them and got them.
And your group ain't been heard of past the bottom.
[Am] I can't go to my turf and mingle with my G's.
I got one word to say about that one.
What?
Please.
Chicken hunk, y'all ain't worth a feather in my wing.
And all this hatin' just let me know I'm through on my [E] fixin'.
You wanna be in the 80 like a skid.
I'll see the hate in your eyes, hate in your eyes.
Cause I'm livin' like a G, I'm trippin' in the windows.
See the hate in your eyes, hate in your eyes.
[A] I'm never trippin' cause I ain't gonna make it.
But I just wanna see the hate in your eyes,
hate in your eyes.
What?
I just wanna see the hate in your eyes,
[Em] hate in your eyes.
Who came?
Who died?
All day, all night.
The birds of pie,
Westside, from [E] miles.
Who came?
Who died?
All day, all night.
The birds of pie,
Westside, from [Em] miles.
Now tell me, is it the deuce ones on the billy?
The low riders, the mansions?
That's why you send me?
Is that smile in my face?
And act so friendly?
Walk away with hate and a heart full of [A] envy?
Say bruh, what part of the game is that?
You got waves like a dame and how lame is that?
Acting like a groupie around famous cats and this strange.
You don't have no [E] shame in that.
I got the car playboy, but I ain't trippin'.
You know me, I just roll with the punters and keep it pimpin'.
Get throwed by bunches, donating and tipping.
Let a ride on the Harley and sticks [Am] go dipping.
Stay real about my spiel if you know what I mean.
I'm like a leprechaun, I want nothing but green.
Avoid the haters, and for the party scene,
cop the rocks from the D [E]-Yard and make the air scream sing.
[Am]
[Em]
[E]
[Am] I never took a gun, but I know that I can't get out of the school.
See the hate in your eyes.
See the hate in your eyes.
See the hate in your eyes.
[Em] Hate in your eyes.
Mac 1-0.
[E] Who bang it for life?
And it don't quit.
Pick up the trick.
Yeah.
Pick up the trick.
[A] Yeah.
It might make you rich.
We're cyber riders, baby.
[Em]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh.
[Am]
[Em]
[Am]
[N]
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] We _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ can [E] hear it dropping through the door.
_ Somebody dropping on the floor.
And from the [Am] way it sounded, it ain't no doubt.
So [A] let those tears fill your mouth.
Yeah, [Em] yeah.
It's all great, baby.
Petty cash never [E] fakes me.
But pull me a shot of yak and purple haze me.
I'm a hustler, getting cash like gravy.
Hard grind, he pays me.
Work ethic, he [Am] never lays me.
Hot hookah, the hood [A] raised me.
And she won't be happy till she lays me.
No, you never seem to amaze me.
So the cheap shots you look at me, never even [E] crazy.
My name's sparking like a street kid.
Because I mix the whole bang thing with the bling bling.
A whole lot of haters out there at sea.
But I flip them all off and keep [Am] doing my thing.
I'm a boss about it when I ain't even worth swinging.
Rocked out from my ear down to my pink ring.
Now ding, ding, let the bell ring.
And if it's drama you want, then it's drama I bring.
[E] Sing.
You want to be in the air like a snowstorm.
There's a hate in your eyes, hate in your eyes.
Or come living like the crew you ain't trained.
You're not gonna go through the hate in your eyes,
hate [Am] in your eyes.
Now those who think I'm better than a mickle,
but I just wanna see the hate in your eyes,
hate in your eyes.
[A] _ _ I just wanna see the hate in your eyes,
hate in [Em] your eyes.
You local cats is [E] just small potatoes.
No names, cause this address to all the haters.
From the hood, there is none greater.
Mack the headline [D] and y'all is [A] spectators.
Remember 4 Life?
I put the wood in it.
And looked out for you when your own hood didn't.
Plus you forgot who was paying your bills.
Introduced you to the [Em] game and gave you a deal.
For me, good living, y'all in the piddly realm.
[E] You got the hustles gang backwards, nickel and diamond.
Whole hip hop classics, I make them and got them.
And your group ain't been heard of past the bottom.
[Am] I can't go to my turf and mingle with my G's.
I got one word to say about that one.
What?
Please.
Chicken hunk, y'all ain't worth a feather in my wing.
And all this hatin' just let me know I'm through on my [E] fixin'.
You wanna be in the 80 like a skid.
I'll see the hate in your eyes, hate in your eyes.
Cause I'm livin' like a G, I'm trippin' in the windows.
See the hate in your eyes, hate in your eyes.
[A] I'm never trippin' cause I ain't gonna make it.
But I just wanna see the hate in your eyes,
hate in your eyes.
What?
I just wanna see the hate in your eyes,
[Em] hate in your eyes.
Who came?
Who died?
All day, all night.
The birds of pie,
Westside, from [E] miles.
Who came?
Who died?
All day, all night.
The birds of pie,
Westside, from [Em] miles.
Now tell me, is it the deuce ones on the billy?
The low riders, the mansions?
That's why you send me?
Is that smile in my face?
And act so friendly?
Walk away with hate and a heart full of [A] envy?
Say bruh, what part of the game is that?
You got waves like a dame and how lame is that?
Acting like a groupie around famous cats and this strange.
You don't have no [E] shame in that.
I got the car playboy, but I ain't trippin'.
You know me, I just roll with the punters and keep it pimpin'.
Get throwed by bunches, donating and tipping.
Let a ride on the Harley and sticks [Am] go dipping.
Stay real about my spiel if you know what I mean.
I'm like a leprechaun, I want nothing but green.
Avoid the haters, and for the party scene,
cop the rocks from the D [E]-Yard and make the air scream sing. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] I never took a gun, but I know that I can't get out of the school.
See the hate in your eyes.
See the hate in your eyes.
_ _ See the hate in your eyes.
[Em] Hate in your eyes.
Mac 1-0.
[E] Who bang it for life?
And it don't quit.
Pick up the trick.
Yeah.
Pick up the trick.
[A] Yeah.
_ _ It might make you rich. _
_ We're cyber riders, baby.
[Em]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] We _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ can [E] hear it dropping through the door.
_ Somebody dropping on the floor.
And from the [Am] way it sounded, it ain't no doubt.
So [A] let those tears fill your mouth.
Yeah, [Em] yeah.
It's all great, baby.
Petty cash never [E] fakes me.
But pull me a shot of yak and purple haze me.
I'm a hustler, getting cash like gravy.
Hard grind, he pays me.
Work ethic, he [Am] never lays me.
Hot hookah, the hood [A] raised me.
And she won't be happy till she lays me.
No, you never seem to amaze me.
So the cheap shots you look at me, never even [E] crazy.
My name's sparking like a street kid.
Because I mix the whole bang thing with the bling bling.
A whole lot of haters out there at sea.
But I flip them all off and keep [Am] doing my thing.
I'm a boss about it when I ain't even worth swinging.
Rocked out from my ear down to my pink ring.
Now ding, ding, let the bell ring.
And if it's drama you want, then it's drama I bring.
[E] Sing.
You want to be in the air like a snowstorm.
There's a hate in your eyes, hate in your eyes.
Or come living like the crew you ain't trained.
You're not gonna go through the hate in your eyes,
hate [Am] in your eyes.
Now those who think I'm better than a mickle,
but I just wanna see the hate in your eyes,
hate in your eyes.
[A] _ _ I just wanna see the hate in your eyes,
hate in [Em] your eyes.
You local cats is [E] just small potatoes.
No names, cause this address to all the haters.
From the hood, there is none greater.
Mack the headline [D] and y'all is [A] spectators.
Remember 4 Life?
I put the wood in it.
And looked out for you when your own hood didn't.
Plus you forgot who was paying your bills.
Introduced you to the [Em] game and gave you a deal.
For me, good living, y'all in the piddly realm.
[E] You got the hustles gang backwards, nickel and diamond.
Whole hip hop classics, I make them and got them.
And your group ain't been heard of past the bottom.
[Am] I can't go to my turf and mingle with my G's.
I got one word to say about that one.
What?
Please.
Chicken hunk, y'all ain't worth a feather in my wing.
And all this hatin' just let me know I'm through on my [E] fixin'.
You wanna be in the 80 like a skid.
I'll see the hate in your eyes, hate in your eyes.
Cause I'm livin' like a G, I'm trippin' in the windows.
See the hate in your eyes, hate in your eyes.
[A] I'm never trippin' cause I ain't gonna make it.
But I just wanna see the hate in your eyes,
hate in your eyes.
What?
I just wanna see the hate in your eyes,
[Em] hate in your eyes.
Who came?
Who died?
All day, all night.
The birds of pie,
Westside, from [E] miles.
Who came?
Who died?
All day, all night.
The birds of pie,
Westside, from [Em] miles.
Now tell me, is it the deuce ones on the billy?
The low riders, the mansions?
That's why you send me?
Is that smile in my face?
And act so friendly?
Walk away with hate and a heart full of [A] envy?
Say bruh, what part of the game is that?
You got waves like a dame and how lame is that?
Acting like a groupie around famous cats and this strange.
You don't have no [E] shame in that.
I got the car playboy, but I ain't trippin'.
You know me, I just roll with the punters and keep it pimpin'.
Get throwed by bunches, donating and tipping.
Let a ride on the Harley and sticks [Am] go dipping.
Stay real about my spiel if you know what I mean.
I'm like a leprechaun, I want nothing but green.
Avoid the haters, and for the party scene,
cop the rocks from the D [E]-Yard and make the air scream sing. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] I never took a gun, but I know that I can't get out of the school.
See the hate in your eyes.
See the hate in your eyes.
_ _ See the hate in your eyes.
[Em] Hate in your eyes.
Mac 1-0.
[E] Who bang it for life?
And it don't quit.
Pick up the trick.
Yeah.
Pick up the trick.
[A] Yeah.
_ _ It might make you rich. _
_ We're cyber riders, baby.
[Em]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _