Chords for Mobb Deep ft. Raekwon - Nighttime Vultures
Tempo:
90.1 bpm
Chords used:
C#m
C
E
G#m
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C#m]
I'm a man that's just a great man.
Yo, I rose early morning, spread my wings yawning.
Vague memory of last night, now it's so dawning.
Look down to see dry blood all on my garment.
It's stained all my guest's formants, kept little normants.
I hopped up, out of my bed, holding my head.
Flashbacks of gunshots shot past my head.
I could recall, eight man brawl, three man fall.
Well, this flu had a drug my man [C] behind the wall.
Left a wet trail, the [G#m] liberty slug like Edd Mell.
Directly had to gather me, my man [C] blood spilled.
And I fall, ah, you know my science [C#m] of life.
Is you man or mice, up door to cowardly type.
I'll get that 98 [E] shit for your ears to listen.
Nigga, P, way ahead of his time, so [C] pass the case.
Fuck this kid be doing, yo.
Kicking [C#m] rhymes, it's true lies.
Let me break them down to size, minimize their air time.
After this, your level will grow back to that which.
Sit back and write half that shit.
The last official, taking out the artificial.
Let me relieve you, replace that shit with some lethal.
Mark, remember the name, it's been a long.
That nigga shook to death on the first fucking song.
Fluently, my mind flooded with jewels and finnick.
The chronic rap man is a addict stuck on some live shit.
Bear witness to the diligence, street cat.
I carry myself, hold myself down.
In fact, this one, dedicated to my niggas on run.
Hold a big cat, go for your gun.
Prepare to crush one, we trust none.
Man who ain't down with the clan, the mob dynasty.
A family you thought I was some other type.
Nigga, you can fuck with, your shit out of luck, boss.
I break your car fast, throw you way off course.
You built it, [E] put grounds up, start it.
Put grounds [C#m] in, when my fear I own die.
See the name upon the mirror, durable.
Physically fit, rap's articulate.
You get your old skeleton cracked, son, ridiculous.
It's still fascinated by my state.
Little P, wanna be me, huh?
You're no pig.
One time, son, you know we be the illest of nicks.
Pussy shit back, QVC gap.
Lighten the mood back, them big mouth half-dead.
But sink to the bottom easily, overthrowing niggas.
Rolling over niggas.
Yo, crush cribs, dollar bills.
Switch suit on, screw on.
Drop cell nigga with his loot on.
Watch this, done glockless.
Fiend scoping out my [G#m] rock shit.
Naming on some H and I'll block [C] shit.
Hear me?
Get Larry [C#] in his sneakers.
Shot, [C#m] word to meet the uniformed dude.
Mean a lot, I approach litter.
Cuz it's sitter, matter of fact, litter.
What, fronts on the bottom, face slitter.
Yeah, where you from?
I'm from here.
You know Greener and Harvey here.
And little [E] life doing 30 years.
Analyzing this [C#m] wise guy.
Looking like first prize guy.
Lit up the tie, said, wow.
Emotionally, playing it close like I supposed to be.
Something spoke for me.
It was this little nigga poking me.
I hear sirens now.
Turned around about to hit him.
Son was pro-9 with the emblem.
Grabbed my boots down to walk and talk.
You fell, I'm loose now.
Shot went off, knocked the juice down.
It ricocheted and hit a GS now.
Here come EMS.
Thumb was leaning in for ZX.
Next time, shit's parental.
Guard slapped by our gemental.
Jetting the boat with rims dimensional.
One time, son, you know we be the illest in this.
Put your shit back.
NYC gat plotting to move back.
The big mouth cat shit, but stink to the bottom easily.
Overthrow a nigga.
Rolling over niggas.
It's not part of the job.
We be the illest in this.
Put your shit back.
NYC gat plotting to move back.
The big mouth cat shit, but stink to the bottom easily.
Rolling over niggas.
Overthrow a nigga.
Cause live niggas rap this shit.
[D#] From Rikers' houses to the streets [C#m] pavement.
Well, like it.
I have the hopping effect.
Causing for life.
Running the sweat, the infamous.
Live niggas rap this shit.
Fake cats get offended, intimidated.
Putting up their defense.
I have the hopping effect.
Causing for life.
Running the sweat, the infamous.
[C] [E] [C#m]
[N]
I'm a man that's just a great man.
Yo, I rose early morning, spread my wings yawning.
Vague memory of last night, now it's so dawning.
Look down to see dry blood all on my garment.
It's stained all my guest's formants, kept little normants.
I hopped up, out of my bed, holding my head.
Flashbacks of gunshots shot past my head.
I could recall, eight man brawl, three man fall.
Well, this flu had a drug my man [C] behind the wall.
Left a wet trail, the [G#m] liberty slug like Edd Mell.
Directly had to gather me, my man [C] blood spilled.
And I fall, ah, you know my science [C#m] of life.
Is you man or mice, up door to cowardly type.
I'll get that 98 [E] shit for your ears to listen.
Nigga, P, way ahead of his time, so [C] pass the case.
Fuck this kid be doing, yo.
Kicking [C#m] rhymes, it's true lies.
Let me break them down to size, minimize their air time.
After this, your level will grow back to that which.
Sit back and write half that shit.
The last official, taking out the artificial.
Let me relieve you, replace that shit with some lethal.
Mark, remember the name, it's been a long.
That nigga shook to death on the first fucking song.
Fluently, my mind flooded with jewels and finnick.
The chronic rap man is a addict stuck on some live shit.
Bear witness to the diligence, street cat.
I carry myself, hold myself down.
In fact, this one, dedicated to my niggas on run.
Hold a big cat, go for your gun.
Prepare to crush one, we trust none.
Man who ain't down with the clan, the mob dynasty.
A family you thought I was some other type.
Nigga, you can fuck with, your shit out of luck, boss.
I break your car fast, throw you way off course.
You built it, [E] put grounds up, start it.
Put grounds [C#m] in, when my fear I own die.
See the name upon the mirror, durable.
Physically fit, rap's articulate.
You get your old skeleton cracked, son, ridiculous.
It's still fascinated by my state.
Little P, wanna be me, huh?
You're no pig.
One time, son, you know we be the illest of nicks.
Pussy shit back, QVC gap.
Lighten the mood back, them big mouth half-dead.
But sink to the bottom easily, overthrowing niggas.
Rolling over niggas.
Yo, crush cribs, dollar bills.
Switch suit on, screw on.
Drop cell nigga with his loot on.
Watch this, done glockless.
Fiend scoping out my [G#m] rock shit.
Naming on some H and I'll block [C] shit.
Hear me?
Get Larry [C#] in his sneakers.
Shot, [C#m] word to meet the uniformed dude.
Mean a lot, I approach litter.
Cuz it's sitter, matter of fact, litter.
What, fronts on the bottom, face slitter.
Yeah, where you from?
I'm from here.
You know Greener and Harvey here.
And little [E] life doing 30 years.
Analyzing this [C#m] wise guy.
Looking like first prize guy.
Lit up the tie, said, wow.
Emotionally, playing it close like I supposed to be.
Something spoke for me.
It was this little nigga poking me.
I hear sirens now.
Turned around about to hit him.
Son was pro-9 with the emblem.
Grabbed my boots down to walk and talk.
You fell, I'm loose now.
Shot went off, knocked the juice down.
It ricocheted and hit a GS now.
Here come EMS.
Thumb was leaning in for ZX.
Next time, shit's parental.
Guard slapped by our gemental.
Jetting the boat with rims dimensional.
One time, son, you know we be the illest in this.
Put your shit back.
NYC gat plotting to move back.
The big mouth cat shit, but stink to the bottom easily.
Overthrow a nigga.
Rolling over niggas.
It's not part of the job.
We be the illest in this.
Put your shit back.
NYC gat plotting to move back.
The big mouth cat shit, but stink to the bottom easily.
Rolling over niggas.
Overthrow a nigga.
Cause live niggas rap this shit.
[D#] From Rikers' houses to the streets [C#m] pavement.
Well, like it.
I have the hopping effect.
Causing for life.
Running the sweat, the infamous.
Live niggas rap this shit.
Fake cats get offended, intimidated.
Putting up their defense.
I have the hopping effect.
Causing for life.
Running the sweat, the infamous.
[C] [E] [C#m]
[N]
Key:
C#m
C
E
G#m
C#
C#m
C
E
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I'm _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
a man that's just a great man. _ _ _ _ _
Yo, I rose early morning, spread my wings yawning.
Vague memory of last night, now it's so dawning.
Look down to see dry blood all on my garment.
It's stained all my guest's formants, kept little normants.
I hopped up, out of my bed, holding my head.
Flashbacks of gunshots shot past my head.
I could recall, eight man brawl, three man fall.
Well, this flu had a drug my man [C] behind the wall.
Left a wet trail, the [G#m] liberty slug like Edd Mell.
Directly had to gather me, my man [C] blood spilled.
And I fall, ah, you know my science [C#m] of life.
Is you man or mice, up door to cowardly type.
I'll get that 98 [E] shit for your ears to listen.
Nigga, P, way ahead of his time, so [C] pass the case.
Fuck this kid be doing, yo.
Kicking [C#m] rhymes, it's true lies.
Let me break them down to size, minimize their air time.
After this, your level will grow back to that which.
Sit back and write half that shit.
The last official, taking out the artificial.
Let me relieve you, replace that shit with some lethal.
Mark, remember the name, it's been a long.
That nigga shook to death on the first fucking song.
Fluently, my mind flooded with jewels and finnick.
The chronic rap man is a addict stuck on some live shit.
Bear witness to the diligence, street cat.
I carry myself, hold myself down.
In fact, this one, dedicated to my niggas on run.
Hold a big cat, go for your gun.
Prepare to crush one, we trust none.
Man who ain't down with the clan, the mob dynasty.
A family you thought I was some other type.
Nigga, you can fuck with, your shit out of luck, boss.
I break your car fast, throw you way off course.
You built it, [E] put grounds up, start it.
Put grounds [C#m] in, when my fear I own die.
See the name upon the mirror, durable.
Physically fit, rap's articulate.
You get your old skeleton cracked, son, ridiculous.
It's still fascinated by my state.
Little P, wanna be me, huh?
You're no pig.
One time, son, you know we be the illest of nicks.
Pussy shit back, QVC gap.
Lighten the mood back, them big mouth half-dead.
But sink to the bottom easily, overthrowing niggas.
Rolling over niggas.
Yo, crush cribs, dollar bills.
Switch suit on, screw on.
Drop cell nigga with his loot on.
Watch this, done glockless.
Fiend scoping out my [G#m] rock shit.
Naming on some H and I'll block [C] shit.
Hear me?
Get Larry [C#] in his sneakers.
Shot, [C#m] word to meet the uniformed dude.
Mean a lot, I approach litter.
Cuz it's sitter, matter of fact, litter.
What, fronts on the bottom, face slitter.
Yeah, where you from?
I'm from here.
You know Greener and Harvey here.
And little [E] life doing 30 years.
Analyzing this [C#m] wise guy.
Looking like first prize guy.
Lit up the tie, said, wow.
Emotionally, playing it close like I supposed to be.
Something spoke for me.
It was this little nigga poking me.
I hear sirens now.
Turned around about to hit him.
Son was pro-9 with the emblem.
Grabbed my boots down to walk and talk.
You fell, I'm loose now.
Shot went off, knocked the juice down.
It ricocheted and hit a GS now.
Here come EMS.
Thumb was leaning in for ZX.
Next time, shit's parental.
Guard slapped by our gemental.
Jetting the boat with rims dimensional.
One time, son, you know we be the illest in this.
Put your shit back.
NYC gat plotting to move back.
The big mouth cat shit, but stink to the bottom easily.
Overthrow a nigga.
Rolling over niggas.
It's not part of the job.
We be the illest in this.
Put your shit back.
NYC gat plotting to move back.
The big mouth cat shit, but stink to the bottom easily.
Rolling over niggas.
Overthrow a nigga.
Cause live niggas rap this shit.
[D#] From Rikers' houses to the streets [C#m] pavement.
Well, like it.
I have the hopping effect.
Causing for life.
Running the sweat, the infamous.
Live niggas rap this shit.
Fake cats get offended, intimidated.
Putting up their defense.
I have the hopping effect.
Causing for life.
Running the sweat, the infamous.
[C] _ _ _ [E] _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I'm _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
a man that's just a great man. _ _ _ _ _
Yo, I rose early morning, spread my wings yawning.
Vague memory of last night, now it's so dawning.
Look down to see dry blood all on my garment.
It's stained all my guest's formants, kept little normants.
I hopped up, out of my bed, holding my head.
Flashbacks of gunshots shot past my head.
I could recall, eight man brawl, three man fall.
Well, this flu had a drug my man [C] behind the wall.
Left a wet trail, the [G#m] liberty slug like Edd Mell.
Directly had to gather me, my man [C] blood spilled.
And I fall, ah, you know my science [C#m] of life.
Is you man or mice, up door to cowardly type.
I'll get that 98 [E] shit for your ears to listen.
Nigga, P, way ahead of his time, so [C] pass the case.
Fuck this kid be doing, yo.
Kicking [C#m] rhymes, it's true lies.
Let me break them down to size, minimize their air time.
After this, your level will grow back to that which.
Sit back and write half that shit.
The last official, taking out the artificial.
Let me relieve you, replace that shit with some lethal.
Mark, remember the name, it's been a long.
That nigga shook to death on the first fucking song.
Fluently, my mind flooded with jewels and finnick.
The chronic rap man is a addict stuck on some live shit.
Bear witness to the diligence, street cat.
I carry myself, hold myself down.
In fact, this one, dedicated to my niggas on run.
Hold a big cat, go for your gun.
Prepare to crush one, we trust none.
Man who ain't down with the clan, the mob dynasty.
A family you thought I was some other type.
Nigga, you can fuck with, your shit out of luck, boss.
I break your car fast, throw you way off course.
You built it, [E] put grounds up, start it.
Put grounds [C#m] in, when my fear I own die.
See the name upon the mirror, durable.
Physically fit, rap's articulate.
You get your old skeleton cracked, son, ridiculous.
It's still fascinated by my state.
Little P, wanna be me, huh?
You're no pig.
One time, son, you know we be the illest of nicks.
Pussy shit back, QVC gap.
Lighten the mood back, them big mouth half-dead.
But sink to the bottom easily, overthrowing niggas.
Rolling over niggas.
Yo, crush cribs, dollar bills.
Switch suit on, screw on.
Drop cell nigga with his loot on.
Watch this, done glockless.
Fiend scoping out my [G#m] rock shit.
Naming on some H and I'll block [C] shit.
Hear me?
Get Larry [C#] in his sneakers.
Shot, [C#m] word to meet the uniformed dude.
Mean a lot, I approach litter.
Cuz it's sitter, matter of fact, litter.
What, fronts on the bottom, face slitter.
Yeah, where you from?
I'm from here.
You know Greener and Harvey here.
And little [E] life doing 30 years.
Analyzing this [C#m] wise guy.
Looking like first prize guy.
Lit up the tie, said, wow.
Emotionally, playing it close like I supposed to be.
Something spoke for me.
It was this little nigga poking me.
I hear sirens now.
Turned around about to hit him.
Son was pro-9 with the emblem.
Grabbed my boots down to walk and talk.
You fell, I'm loose now.
Shot went off, knocked the juice down.
It ricocheted and hit a GS now.
Here come EMS.
Thumb was leaning in for ZX.
Next time, shit's parental.
Guard slapped by our gemental.
Jetting the boat with rims dimensional.
One time, son, you know we be the illest in this.
Put your shit back.
NYC gat plotting to move back.
The big mouth cat shit, but stink to the bottom easily.
Overthrow a nigga.
Rolling over niggas.
It's not part of the job.
We be the illest in this.
Put your shit back.
NYC gat plotting to move back.
The big mouth cat shit, but stink to the bottom easily.
Rolling over niggas.
Overthrow a nigga.
Cause live niggas rap this shit.
[D#] From Rikers' houses to the streets [C#m] pavement.
Well, like it.
I have the hopping effect.
Causing for life.
Running the sweat, the infamous.
Live niggas rap this shit.
Fake cats get offended, intimidated.
Putting up their defense.
I have the hopping effect.
Causing for life.
Running the sweat, the infamous.
[C] _ _ _ [E] _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _