Chords for MF DOOM - Books of War (The Lost Chapters) ft. RZA, Jeru The Damaja, Guru, Talib Kweli, DMX
Tempo:
90.8 bpm
Chords used:
F#
A
G
Bm
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] [E] [F#]
[F#] [B] It ain't nothing like a [A] fistful of cash or a blitz full of the hash that twists like a [G] moustache.
From end to [F#] end, you run it like a [Bm] rash, you're talking through your walkman or at your disco bash.
Give me the Tim's rumpled steel [A]-skinned crown, a metal face mask with the built-in [G] frown,
a mic to tilt [F#m] down a hundred thousand [F#] pounds, and see how it kilts out like spilt milk [B] clouds.
Cocoa butter on a [A] very ashy day, fam, Ray-Bans out on the [G] islands of Cayman.
[F#] Or break it down for the [B] layman, [F#] grande soleil for the central [B] bay.
And a can of old gold, too cold to hold, slow your roll, keep on [G] moving like soul to soul,
hold the dough [F#] like a food store [B] video, trying to go up against City Hall, titty ball.
The black mic is like a [A] red violin.
Okay, everybody back to the [E] lab, try again.
[F#] Rap game like the [Bm] Viatican, leave bad taste, killing my high like Tyson.
Stop kidding, middlemen [A] need Ritalin.
Hit me with the full tin and gin and I'm a kid [G] again.
Keep the [F#] bong light straight through the [Bm] songwriting, the supervillain, aka, with thorn biting is
inviting all to the reciting [A] that's dope and raw.
Hoping all y'all come in peace and it's open [G] bar.
Tear the [F#] roof off this Bumba Rhymes [Bm] clock by the end of the night, spaz like Shazbot.
Spilt the shot, made the [A] pen lines runny.
Ill plot the ten time, [E] Ben Stein money.
Funny how [F#m] he ripped the script with a [F#] straight face, [Bm] with more rhymes than there's lies in your database.
Placing rappers in endangerment who's reckless with this food, thought sort of like [B] breakfast.
You could mark it off as rec on the checklist, wear gold fronts, can't afford no necklace.
Should that's it, go to [A] help build them daycares.
Somebody say [E] yeah, pay your fears.
Kill [F#] the herbalizers, dead shares, and y'all [Bm] can pay through in pairs.
Came to the shores of America, the [A] sky that's a pillar, the Alpha and Omega, the home of
the [E] beggars, the black settlers, who've been being [F#] raped, laced raw with stone, [Bm] and called
upon the earth for service, but they couldn't maintain their home.
This dates back to [A] 1555, when they captured the first tribe of men and piled them in a
pen, [G] 50 feet high.
[F#] They took them all on a [Bm] 9,000 mile ride, and landed on the shore of a place they'd never seen [A] before.
Read about this inside the ancient books [G] of war.
Find that they're stainless steel, [F#m] stripped of their language, still [Bm] surviving, angels
of slavery, but still remain nameless.
Separated to portions, and chipped by John Hardy [A] Hawkins, sold on the auction, taught
birth control and abortion.
[G] Rulers of the first tribe became [F#] slaves of the worst part.
The [Bm] devils cursed God, and reversed God, and turned God into dog, and made people so tired.
[A] Nobody came to the prophet, but destiny for our short [G] trauma.
Dropped our mamas off in Bahamas, and Barbados to Bagels, separated us from [B] slave boats.
Made our own brothers hate [A] us, from Urgent Isle to Jamaica, Trinidad, Honduras, [G] Haiti,
Grenada, [F#] a remuneration meant [B] to [Bm] enslave me.
Conquered more dips than the late [D] Hannibal, Terang is too rough, I ride the beats [A] like
Willie [G] Hamels, smoking shit like [F#] Joe Campbell.
Faith went in hell, double 07, but you still got tail.
Cube scrambling device must [A] fail.
Spies, victims, and mice [G] get nailed.
Lies, deception, [F#] military prowess, bad [Bm] bitches, toys, and microphone [B] powers.
Chemical warfare, and water showers, once again blowing up shit like the [G] Twin Towers.
Poison rounds [F#m] enemies will ever devour, [F#] holding [Bm] shit down until the last hour.
Worldwide famine, poor [A] people demanding that somebody do something soon.
[G] And let's examine the facts [F#] behind the violent acts, behind the daily gunplay, the cocaine
in the crack, [B] drug season.
What's the [A] reason for the treason?
Everybody wants to eat, some gotta resort to [G] thieving, believing [F#] that a hustle will
help them get [Bm] by, but for every one that gets over, another hundred will die.
Will I succumb?
Will my [A] heart grow numb?
Or will I save the world by using my [E] mind like a gun?
Seems a better weapon, [F#m] cause everybody got heat.
[F#] I know I carry mine, since the last time I got beat.
Ain't nothing sweet, I turn a stick [A] up kid to a soldier, put him down with a car, make
him feel [E] real bolder and more intelligent.
[F#m] Plus aware of the technology, [F#] the revolution is, grab your shit and follow me.
[Bm] 2000 came and went, 2000 to 1 was crazy.
People can't deal, fashion go back to the [B] 80s.
Got me thinking bout my niggas, shrinkin' dark niggas, spark flicker in my mind, [F#] heart
quicker, think about the time [B] they tried to front on a kid.
Up in front [A] of mega-asses, nigga nailed you, drew 7D, wrote [Am] up like, whatever [G] you wanna do.
[F#] Damn nigga, Derek locked [B] down, Saf held [Bm] the spot down, wonder how long he got now.
Wow, if it hadn't today, [A] who would drive?
My man Junior got shot, Ray committed [E] suicide, you would die, change his do [F#m] or live, do anything.
[F#] Rubix [Bm] is in Atlanta, LG ready to bang.
Kev lost his baby mama, Keevin lost [A] a baby father.
Nothing make you say why bother, but know [G] they tried harder, that's strength.
Full [F#m] of to my nigga John, [F#] soon as you come back, you back on, that's where they fun.
[Bm] Yeah baby, shit's about [A] to jump off, but you're on a bus, pray to my man from [G] up north.
Been like 3 years, but he [F#] got not, since he got [Bm] caught, humped up like 5 new blocks, hold
it down [B] for him.
Jeff a nigga straight whip, money [A] on the books, these bitches is crooks, who look out
for other crooks.
[G] Took him shopping, money [F#] in his pocket, it's straight, drop him off at the white crib,
after we ate, he just stayed.
Was the next move for me, [D] had to make that nigga chill for at least 2 to 3 [A] months, [E] once
it's on the song, [F#] he didn't care.
Slate slow down [Bm] baby, the money ain't going nowhere, he can touch though, to show how much
[A] your ass sweat.
It don't flow as air, and in a minute you can get it.
Thanks [G] guys for watching, nigga Jeff's [F#] coming home in his Yeti, [B] cause I'm Lil O, [Bm] we may
be trying to go against the ground.
[F#] [B] It ain't nothing like a [A] fistful of cash or a blitz full of the hash that twists like a [G] moustache.
From end to [F#] end, you run it like a [Bm] rash, you're talking through your walkman or at your disco bash.
Give me the Tim's rumpled steel [A]-skinned crown, a metal face mask with the built-in [G] frown,
a mic to tilt [F#m] down a hundred thousand [F#] pounds, and see how it kilts out like spilt milk [B] clouds.
Cocoa butter on a [A] very ashy day, fam, Ray-Bans out on the [G] islands of Cayman.
[F#] Or break it down for the [B] layman, [F#] grande soleil for the central [B] bay.
And a can of old gold, too cold to hold, slow your roll, keep on [G] moving like soul to soul,
hold the dough [F#] like a food store [B] video, trying to go up against City Hall, titty ball.
The black mic is like a [A] red violin.
Okay, everybody back to the [E] lab, try again.
[F#] Rap game like the [Bm] Viatican, leave bad taste, killing my high like Tyson.
Stop kidding, middlemen [A] need Ritalin.
Hit me with the full tin and gin and I'm a kid [G] again.
Keep the [F#] bong light straight through the [Bm] songwriting, the supervillain, aka, with thorn biting is
inviting all to the reciting [A] that's dope and raw.
Hoping all y'all come in peace and it's open [G] bar.
Tear the [F#] roof off this Bumba Rhymes [Bm] clock by the end of the night, spaz like Shazbot.
Spilt the shot, made the [A] pen lines runny.
Ill plot the ten time, [E] Ben Stein money.
Funny how [F#m] he ripped the script with a [F#] straight face, [Bm] with more rhymes than there's lies in your database.
Placing rappers in endangerment who's reckless with this food, thought sort of like [B] breakfast.
You could mark it off as rec on the checklist, wear gold fronts, can't afford no necklace.
Should that's it, go to [A] help build them daycares.
Somebody say [E] yeah, pay your fears.
Kill [F#] the herbalizers, dead shares, and y'all [Bm] can pay through in pairs.
Came to the shores of America, the [A] sky that's a pillar, the Alpha and Omega, the home of
the [E] beggars, the black settlers, who've been being [F#] raped, laced raw with stone, [Bm] and called
upon the earth for service, but they couldn't maintain their home.
This dates back to [A] 1555, when they captured the first tribe of men and piled them in a
pen, [G] 50 feet high.
[F#] They took them all on a [Bm] 9,000 mile ride, and landed on the shore of a place they'd never seen [A] before.
Read about this inside the ancient books [G] of war.
Find that they're stainless steel, [F#m] stripped of their language, still [Bm] surviving, angels
of slavery, but still remain nameless.
Separated to portions, and chipped by John Hardy [A] Hawkins, sold on the auction, taught
birth control and abortion.
[G] Rulers of the first tribe became [F#] slaves of the worst part.
The [Bm] devils cursed God, and reversed God, and turned God into dog, and made people so tired.
[A] Nobody came to the prophet, but destiny for our short [G] trauma.
Dropped our mamas off in Bahamas, and Barbados to Bagels, separated us from [B] slave boats.
Made our own brothers hate [A] us, from Urgent Isle to Jamaica, Trinidad, Honduras, [G] Haiti,
Grenada, [F#] a remuneration meant [B] to [Bm] enslave me.
Conquered more dips than the late [D] Hannibal, Terang is too rough, I ride the beats [A] like
Willie [G] Hamels, smoking shit like [F#] Joe Campbell.
Faith went in hell, double 07, but you still got tail.
Cube scrambling device must [A] fail.
Spies, victims, and mice [G] get nailed.
Lies, deception, [F#] military prowess, bad [Bm] bitches, toys, and microphone [B] powers.
Chemical warfare, and water showers, once again blowing up shit like the [G] Twin Towers.
Poison rounds [F#m] enemies will ever devour, [F#] holding [Bm] shit down until the last hour.
Worldwide famine, poor [A] people demanding that somebody do something soon.
[G] And let's examine the facts [F#] behind the violent acts, behind the daily gunplay, the cocaine
in the crack, [B] drug season.
What's the [A] reason for the treason?
Everybody wants to eat, some gotta resort to [G] thieving, believing [F#] that a hustle will
help them get [Bm] by, but for every one that gets over, another hundred will die.
Will I succumb?
Will my [A] heart grow numb?
Or will I save the world by using my [E] mind like a gun?
Seems a better weapon, [F#m] cause everybody got heat.
[F#] I know I carry mine, since the last time I got beat.
Ain't nothing sweet, I turn a stick [A] up kid to a soldier, put him down with a car, make
him feel [E] real bolder and more intelligent.
[F#m] Plus aware of the technology, [F#] the revolution is, grab your shit and follow me.
[Bm] 2000 came and went, 2000 to 1 was crazy.
People can't deal, fashion go back to the [B] 80s.
Got me thinking bout my niggas, shrinkin' dark niggas, spark flicker in my mind, [F#] heart
quicker, think about the time [B] they tried to front on a kid.
Up in front [A] of mega-asses, nigga nailed you, drew 7D, wrote [Am] up like, whatever [G] you wanna do.
[F#] Damn nigga, Derek locked [B] down, Saf held [Bm] the spot down, wonder how long he got now.
Wow, if it hadn't today, [A] who would drive?
My man Junior got shot, Ray committed [E] suicide, you would die, change his do [F#m] or live, do anything.
[F#] Rubix [Bm] is in Atlanta, LG ready to bang.
Kev lost his baby mama, Keevin lost [A] a baby father.
Nothing make you say why bother, but know [G] they tried harder, that's strength.
Full [F#m] of to my nigga John, [F#] soon as you come back, you back on, that's where they fun.
[Bm] Yeah baby, shit's about [A] to jump off, but you're on a bus, pray to my man from [G] up north.
Been like 3 years, but he [F#] got not, since he got [Bm] caught, humped up like 5 new blocks, hold
it down [B] for him.
Jeff a nigga straight whip, money [A] on the books, these bitches is crooks, who look out
for other crooks.
[G] Took him shopping, money [F#] in his pocket, it's straight, drop him off at the white crib,
after we ate, he just stayed.
Was the next move for me, [D] had to make that nigga chill for at least 2 to 3 [A] months, [E] once
it's on the song, [F#] he didn't care.
Slate slow down [Bm] baby, the money ain't going nowhere, he can touch though, to show how much
[A] your ass sweat.
It don't flow as air, and in a minute you can get it.
Thanks [G] guys for watching, nigga Jeff's [F#] coming home in his Yeti, [B] cause I'm Lil O, [Bm] we may
be trying to go against the ground.
Key:
F#
A
G
Bm
B
F#
A
G
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ [E] _ _ [F#] _
_ [F#] _ _ _ [B] It ain't nothing like a [A] fistful of cash or a blitz full of the hash that twists like a [G] moustache.
From end to [F#] end, you run it like a [Bm] rash, you're talking through your walkman or at your disco bash.
Give me the Tim's rumpled steel [A]-skinned crown, a metal face mask with the built-in [G] frown,
a mic to tilt [F#m] down a hundred thousand [F#] pounds, and see how it kilts out like spilt milk [B] clouds.
Cocoa butter on a [A] very ashy day, fam, Ray-Bans out on the [G] islands of Cayman.
[F#] Or break it down for the [B] layman, [F#] grande soleil for the central [B] bay.
And a can of old gold, too cold to hold, slow your roll, keep on [G] moving like soul to soul,
hold the dough [F#] like a food store [B] video, trying to go up against City Hall, titty ball.
The black mic is like a [A] red violin.
Okay, everybody back to the [E] lab, try again.
[F#] Rap game like the [Bm] Viatican, leave bad taste, killing my high like Tyson.
Stop kidding, middlemen [A] need Ritalin.
Hit me with the full tin and gin and I'm a kid [G] again.
Keep the [F#] bong light straight through the [Bm] songwriting, the supervillain, aka, with thorn biting is
inviting all to the reciting [A] that's dope and raw.
Hoping all y'all come in peace and it's open [G] bar.
Tear the [F#] roof off this Bumba Rhymes [Bm] clock by the end of the night, spaz like Shazbot.
Spilt the shot, made the [A] pen lines runny.
Ill plot the ten time, [E] Ben Stein money.
Funny how [F#m] he ripped the script with a [F#] straight face, [Bm] with more rhymes than there's lies in your database.
Placing rappers in endangerment who's reckless with this food, thought sort of like [B] breakfast.
You could mark it off as rec on the checklist, wear gold fronts, can't afford no necklace.
Should that's it, go to [A] help build them daycares.
Somebody say [E] yeah, pay your fears.
Kill [F#] the herbalizers, dead shares, and y'all [Bm] can pay through in pairs.
Came to the shores of America, the [A] sky that's a pillar, the Alpha and Omega, the home of
the [E] beggars, the black settlers, who've been being [F#] raped, laced raw with stone, [Bm] and called
upon the earth for service, but they couldn't maintain their home.
This dates back to [A] 1555, when they captured the first tribe of men and piled them in a
pen, [G] 50 feet high.
[F#] They took them all on a [Bm] 9,000 mile ride, and landed on the shore of a place they'd never seen [A] before.
Read about this inside the ancient books [G] of war.
Find that they're stainless steel, [F#m] stripped of their language, still [Bm] surviving, angels
of slavery, but still remain nameless.
Separated to portions, and chipped by John Hardy [A] Hawkins, sold on the auction, taught
birth control and abortion.
[G] Rulers of the first tribe became [F#] slaves of the worst part.
The [Bm] devils cursed God, and reversed God, and turned God into dog, and made people so tired.
[A] Nobody came to the prophet, but destiny for our short [G] trauma.
Dropped our mamas off in Bahamas, and Barbados to Bagels, separated us from [B] slave boats.
Made our own brothers hate [A] us, from Urgent Isle to Jamaica, Trinidad, Honduras, [G] Haiti,
Grenada, [F#] a remuneration meant [B] to [Bm] enslave me.
Conquered more dips than the late [D] Hannibal, Terang is too rough, I ride the beats [A] like
Willie [G] Hamels, smoking shit like [F#] Joe Campbell.
Faith went in hell, double 07, but you still got tail.
Cube scrambling device must [A] fail.
Spies, victims, and mice [G] get nailed.
Lies, deception, [F#] military prowess, bad [Bm] bitches, toys, and microphone [B] powers.
Chemical warfare, and water showers, once again blowing up shit like the [G] Twin Towers.
Poison rounds [F#m] enemies will ever devour, [F#] holding [Bm] shit down until the last hour.
Worldwide famine, poor [A] people demanding that somebody do something soon.
[G] And let's examine the facts [F#] behind the violent acts, behind the daily gunplay, the cocaine
in the crack, [B] drug season.
What's the [A] reason for the treason?
Everybody wants to eat, some gotta resort to [G] thieving, believing [F#] that a hustle will
help them get [Bm] by, but for every one that gets over, another hundred will die.
Will I succumb?
Will my [A] heart grow numb?
Or will I save the world by using my [E] mind like a gun?
Seems a better weapon, [F#m] cause everybody got heat.
[F#] I know I carry mine, since the last time I got beat.
Ain't nothing sweet, I turn a stick [A] up kid to a soldier, put him down with a car, make
him feel [E] real bolder and more intelligent.
[F#m] Plus aware of the technology, [F#] the revolution is, grab your shit and follow me.
[Bm] 2000 came and went, 2000 to 1 was crazy.
People can't deal, fashion go back to the [B] 80s.
Got me thinking bout my niggas, shrinkin' dark niggas, spark flicker in my mind, [F#] heart
quicker, think about the time [B] they tried to front on a kid.
Up in front [A] of mega-asses, nigga nailed you, drew 7D, wrote [Am] up like, whatever [G] you wanna do.
[F#] Damn nigga, Derek locked [B] down, Saf held [Bm] the spot down, wonder how long he got now.
Wow, if it hadn't today, [A] who would drive?
My man Junior got shot, Ray committed [E] suicide, you would die, change his do [F#m] or live, do anything.
[F#] Rubix [Bm] is in Atlanta, LG ready to bang.
Kev lost his baby mama, Keevin lost [A] a baby father.
Nothing make you say why bother, but know [G] they tried harder, that's strength.
Full [F#m] of to my nigga John, [F#] soon as you come back, you back on, that's where they fun.
[Bm] Yeah baby, shit's about [A] to jump off, but you're on a bus, pray to my man from [G] up north.
Been like 3 years, but he [F#] got not, since he got [Bm] caught, humped up like 5 new blocks, hold
it down [B] for him.
Jeff a nigga straight whip, money [A] on the books, these bitches is crooks, who look out
for other crooks.
[G] Took him shopping, money [F#] in his pocket, it's straight, drop him off at the white crib,
after we ate, he just stayed.
Was the next move for me, [D] had to make that nigga chill for at least 2 to 3 [A] months, [E] once
it's on the song, [F#] he didn't care.
Slate slow down [Bm] baby, the money ain't going nowhere, he can touch though, to show how much
[A] your ass sweat.
It don't flow as air, and in a minute you can get it.
Thanks [G] guys for watching, nigga Jeff's [F#] coming home in his Yeti, [B] cause I'm Lil O, [Bm] we may
be trying to go against the ground. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ [E] _ _ [F#] _
_ [F#] _ _ _ [B] It ain't nothing like a [A] fistful of cash or a blitz full of the hash that twists like a [G] moustache.
From end to [F#] end, you run it like a [Bm] rash, you're talking through your walkman or at your disco bash.
Give me the Tim's rumpled steel [A]-skinned crown, a metal face mask with the built-in [G] frown,
a mic to tilt [F#m] down a hundred thousand [F#] pounds, and see how it kilts out like spilt milk [B] clouds.
Cocoa butter on a [A] very ashy day, fam, Ray-Bans out on the [G] islands of Cayman.
[F#] Or break it down for the [B] layman, [F#] grande soleil for the central [B] bay.
And a can of old gold, too cold to hold, slow your roll, keep on [G] moving like soul to soul,
hold the dough [F#] like a food store [B] video, trying to go up against City Hall, titty ball.
The black mic is like a [A] red violin.
Okay, everybody back to the [E] lab, try again.
[F#] Rap game like the [Bm] Viatican, leave bad taste, killing my high like Tyson.
Stop kidding, middlemen [A] need Ritalin.
Hit me with the full tin and gin and I'm a kid [G] again.
Keep the [F#] bong light straight through the [Bm] songwriting, the supervillain, aka, with thorn biting is
inviting all to the reciting [A] that's dope and raw.
Hoping all y'all come in peace and it's open [G] bar.
Tear the [F#] roof off this Bumba Rhymes [Bm] clock by the end of the night, spaz like Shazbot.
Spilt the shot, made the [A] pen lines runny.
Ill plot the ten time, [E] Ben Stein money.
Funny how [F#m] he ripped the script with a [F#] straight face, [Bm] with more rhymes than there's lies in your database.
Placing rappers in endangerment who's reckless with this food, thought sort of like [B] breakfast.
You could mark it off as rec on the checklist, wear gold fronts, can't afford no necklace.
Should that's it, go to [A] help build them daycares.
Somebody say [E] yeah, pay your fears.
Kill [F#] the herbalizers, dead shares, and y'all [Bm] can pay through in pairs.
Came to the shores of America, the [A] sky that's a pillar, the Alpha and Omega, the home of
the [E] beggars, the black settlers, who've been being [F#] raped, laced raw with stone, [Bm] and called
upon the earth for service, but they couldn't maintain their home.
This dates back to [A] 1555, when they captured the first tribe of men and piled them in a
pen, [G] 50 feet high.
[F#] They took them all on a [Bm] 9,000 mile ride, and landed on the shore of a place they'd never seen [A] before.
Read about this inside the ancient books [G] of war.
Find that they're stainless steel, [F#m] stripped of their language, still [Bm] surviving, angels
of slavery, but still remain nameless.
Separated to portions, and chipped by John Hardy [A] Hawkins, sold on the auction, taught
birth control and abortion.
[G] Rulers of the first tribe became [F#] slaves of the worst part.
The [Bm] devils cursed God, and reversed God, and turned God into dog, and made people so tired.
[A] Nobody came to the prophet, but destiny for our short [G] trauma.
Dropped our mamas off in Bahamas, and Barbados to Bagels, separated us from [B] slave boats.
Made our own brothers hate [A] us, from Urgent Isle to Jamaica, Trinidad, Honduras, [G] Haiti,
Grenada, [F#] a remuneration meant [B] to [Bm] enslave me.
Conquered more dips than the late [D] Hannibal, Terang is too rough, I ride the beats [A] like
Willie [G] Hamels, smoking shit like [F#] Joe Campbell.
Faith went in hell, double 07, but you still got tail.
Cube scrambling device must [A] fail.
Spies, victims, and mice [G] get nailed.
Lies, deception, [F#] military prowess, bad [Bm] bitches, toys, and microphone [B] powers.
Chemical warfare, and water showers, once again blowing up shit like the [G] Twin Towers.
Poison rounds [F#m] enemies will ever devour, [F#] holding [Bm] shit down until the last hour.
Worldwide famine, poor [A] people demanding that somebody do something soon.
[G] And let's examine the facts [F#] behind the violent acts, behind the daily gunplay, the cocaine
in the crack, [B] drug season.
What's the [A] reason for the treason?
Everybody wants to eat, some gotta resort to [G] thieving, believing [F#] that a hustle will
help them get [Bm] by, but for every one that gets over, another hundred will die.
Will I succumb?
Will my [A] heart grow numb?
Or will I save the world by using my [E] mind like a gun?
Seems a better weapon, [F#m] cause everybody got heat.
[F#] I know I carry mine, since the last time I got beat.
Ain't nothing sweet, I turn a stick [A] up kid to a soldier, put him down with a car, make
him feel [E] real bolder and more intelligent.
[F#m] Plus aware of the technology, [F#] the revolution is, grab your shit and follow me.
[Bm] 2000 came and went, 2000 to 1 was crazy.
People can't deal, fashion go back to the [B] 80s.
Got me thinking bout my niggas, shrinkin' dark niggas, spark flicker in my mind, [F#] heart
quicker, think about the time [B] they tried to front on a kid.
Up in front [A] of mega-asses, nigga nailed you, drew 7D, wrote [Am] up like, whatever [G] you wanna do.
[F#] Damn nigga, Derek locked [B] down, Saf held [Bm] the spot down, wonder how long he got now.
Wow, if it hadn't today, [A] who would drive?
My man Junior got shot, Ray committed [E] suicide, you would die, change his do [F#m] or live, do anything.
[F#] Rubix [Bm] is in Atlanta, LG ready to bang.
Kev lost his baby mama, Keevin lost [A] a baby father.
Nothing make you say why bother, but know [G] they tried harder, that's strength.
Full [F#m] of to my nigga John, [F#] soon as you come back, you back on, that's where they fun.
[Bm] Yeah baby, shit's about [A] to jump off, but you're on a bus, pray to my man from [G] up north.
Been like 3 years, but he [F#] got not, since he got [Bm] caught, humped up like 5 new blocks, hold
it down [B] for him.
Jeff a nigga straight whip, money [A] on the books, these bitches is crooks, who look out
for other crooks.
[G] Took him shopping, money [F#] in his pocket, it's straight, drop him off at the white crib,
after we ate, he just stayed.
Was the next move for me, [D] had to make that nigga chill for at least 2 to 3 [A] months, [E] once
it's on the song, [F#] he didn't care.
Slate slow down [Bm] baby, the money ain't going nowhere, he can touch though, to show how much
[A] your ass sweat.
It don't flow as air, and in a minute you can get it.
Thanks [G] guys for watching, nigga Jeff's [F#] coming home in his Yeti, [B] cause I'm Lil O, [Bm] we may
be trying to go against the ground. _ _ _
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