Chords for Mo Thugs - No Pretender

_ _ Damn man, I see all the motherfuckin' police, dawg.
The motherfuckers coming down here, dawg, for real.
They on their way down here.
I'm gonna serve them, motherfuckers.
Sound like a [Db] motherfucker, dawg.
It's time to rain.
[Bb] Damn!
They getting_
Come on, dawgs, they getting close to me.
I think I'm trying to load this motherfucking thing.
Hey!
This [Ab] song?
Here they come, [Eb] dawg.
Here they come.
[Ebm] _ _ [Db] _
Motherfuckers!
We're back, motherfuckers!
We're back, motherfuckers!
[Bbm] We're back, motherfuckers!
We're [Eb] back, motherfuckers!
We're back, motherfuckers!
We're back, motherfuckers!
We're back, [Ebm] motherfuckers!
We're back, motherfuckers!
We're back, _ motherfuckers!
We're _ _ back, _ motherfuckers!
We're back, [Gbm] motherfuckers! _
We're back, [Eb] motherfuckers!
We're back, motherfuckers!
We're back, motherfuckers!
[Bbm] We're back, motherfuckers!
We're back, motherfuckers!
We're back, motherfuckers!
[Ebm] We're back, motherfuckers!
We're back, [Eb] _ motherfuckers!
[Bb] We're back, motherfuckers!
Yeah, we [Eb] surrender, no [Gb] pretender
To true, my crew come thick
[Db] Family [Gb] behind us, you don't [Ab] wanna see this
Mother dick too [Eb] swift to be faded
[Gb] Just hated by them foes
Throw [Bbm] blows, bow down hoes
Mother cattle just [Ebm] like pros
I'm too cold, never catch me slipping
[Db] Motherfuckers set up
To true, [Gb] to my dying day
Rolling with AJ, [Ab]
motherfuckers Nigga, [Eb] what?
You got your blue [Ebm] suit, you got your knife
[Bbm] Word, if you pop one time
My two's got my back up tight
And [Bb] I'ma end my [Eb] side Nothing, [Gb] word
One of the best females
Smoking in your ear
Filling the air with nothing [Ab] but boat-nack buds' [Eb] males
We strapped with bone [Ebm] in a dick
I [Bbm] don't know what's so direct
Strapped with a 38 and tech
Hey man, [Bb] how we love them tits
Ain't gotta dump them
But [Ebm] when we find the motherfucking [Db] snitch
Lynch them, head straight for the ditch
Victim, see we got a snake to [Bbm] snitch
I want to look good so [Ab] we can break a bitch
How you [Eb] want the nigga red on his blue [Gb] suit?
Fry when he die to show the nigga
He [Db] could never ride a fuck [Bb] with the soldiers
They glide on the class side
Running [Eb] with gauges
Slipping your [Gb] pages
Fuck the cages
Should've known not to fuck [Db] with the dozen militant
[Bbm] Hell yeah, we chill
[Ab] But we're ill to the sense of living
[Eb] Still can't help the way [Ebm] we roll
In [Gb] the land so cold
[Bbm] Everybody singing the devil's song along the road
[Eb] I'm taking their lives [Gb] and far from sergeants
Nutella is ripping this
How far are you willing to go when you test us?
We testing us, [Eb] boy
Better part the C [Gb] and pen the scriptures We're breathing
Gotta get away [Bbm] hurt
Gotta get a case first
Number 7 before NB and me
I'm warning [Eb] your soul
Don't burn and heal [Gb] and dwell
Until the passage gets you there
Your family will soon to follow
As I complete my intro
[Ab] All your people
[Eb] God bless the children
[Gb] No, it was business, never personal
[Bbm] Better pray to the Lord for your soul
On the way through the tunnel of the light
Can you see me?
See me?
Boy, you better believe [Gb] it
See people in the filler when they cough
And drop, drop the box like shot
[Db] Toss them in the back of [Bbm] the hearse
And know we sick at what the [Ab] cops cook
This body rotten [Eb] does with all in time
[Ebm] Take over the world, collect [Gb] the miles
Holdin' little boys and girls [Bbm] and pearls
To another [Bb] dimension
When it really is just us
Fuck the system
It's a [Eb] filament, nah
Cause I ain't got time
To [Db] be fuckin' with the state
Link, link in line
It ain't always cool
To be thuggin' on 9 to 9
[Bbm] I probably be bussin' at [Ab] niggas
That's on the dime
Niggas tryin' to [Eb] creep up on the gama
[Gb] But I bet your nigga come my way
The swag [Bbm] in the wig was real
We really do smoke [Eb] blood
We do all our own stuff
For cops I hold butts
So they wanna die
So we finna kill em'
At [Gb] the cop-a-copy
More with the M11
I feel the pain
We the G-A-2-G-B fuckin' soldier
Big as a [Ab] Shaw
We got the real shit for [Eb] ya
Never respect a radio
They blow em' out [Ebm] of town now
Come on [Gb] y'all
It's a pow-pow
Big [Bbm] Gauge, Big Gauge [Eb] We spray
Delay, delay
What a wonderful [Eb] day
Get up, buck
Go fuck em' [Gb] all up
When they pull you to the side
And they tell you put your cuffs [Db] on
That's the perfect time to get it [Bb] pumped
Niggas be tippin' their gloves
When the beepin' get your bus [Eb] on
Let em' build around
[Gb] Or hear the sound
Of the 12 [Bbm] gauge eruption
Destruction we made
Now that big niggas do
And we got your pay, pay
[Gb] We're no surrender
We're bang [Db] bang
We're no surrender
[Bbm] We're no [Ab] pretender
We're bang bang
We're no surrender
[Ebm] We're no [Gb] pretender
We're bang [Ebm] bang
We're no surrender
[Bb] We're no pretender
We're bang [Eb] bang
We're no surrender
[Gb] We're no pretender
We're bang [Gb] bang
We're no surrender
[Ab] We're no pretender
We're bang [Eb] bang
We're no surrender
[Ebm] We're no pretender
[Gb] We're bang [Ebm] bang
We're no surrender
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