Got Ur Self A Gun chords

Em _ _ _ _ _ _ _ C#m _ .
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_ B _ _ A#m _ _ A _ _ _ .
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Dm _ _ Am _ _ _ Bm I'm living in this time behind E enemy lines F# so I A got mine I hope you got F#m yourself Bm you.
from the hood I E hope you got yourself D you F#m won't be hope you got yourself Bm and when I.
see you I'ma take what I want F# so you A try to front hope you got D yourself you ain't real.
E hope you got yourself D _ my Bm first album G# had no famous guest E appearances F#m the outcome I'm crowned.
the best Bm lyricist many years on this professional E level D what would you F#m question who's better.
the world is still mine Bm tattoos rare with God's son across F#m the belly the boss of rap.
you saw me and with thoughts like Bm that to take it back to Africa I did it E with Biggie.
D me and two box with soldiers are the same Bm brother you Lance the huddle your team C# shook.
I feel the wrath F#m of this is my football field Bm throwing passes from a E shoulder pads of power.
D but the A QB don't stand F# for no quarterback Bm every word is like a G# E job loss F#m off and I'm the black.
nurse that came to all y'all then Bm this put a hood by the corner store F#m many try many D come.
at nice if you want to Bm walk I _ E F# got A mine I hope you _ Bm from the hood I E hope you _ A# F#m won't be.
hope you got yourself Bm and when I see you I'ma take E what I want F# so you A try to front F#m hope you.
Bm you ain't real hope you got E yourself D _ G# yo Bm I'm the end the aid D to the E SIR and F#m if I wasn't I must.
have been asked about you Bm know the kid got his tip E to fix here parted F#m with a barber's decisiveness.
brave hearted for life Bm is return of the golden child son F#m of a blues player so A who were you.
F#m player y'all waited to Bm save you that cups F# of that vodka D to poppy to stir Bm well wake up in a hospital.
throw up never remember I do this E to write your F#m steps you Judas thought I was gone so when I got.
my Bm death y'all been all happy D go lucky bunch of Sam F#m call me God's son with my pants low Bm I don't.
go slow put them E rags up like Pee Dee Pablo F#m this is not that dope in my nap car Bm with this nice flow.
look a beat that D not a soul reppin hit the record store never Bm let me go get my whole collection yeah.
E F#m I got mine I hope you _ Bm from the hood I hope you E _ D F#m won't be hope you got yourself Bm and when I see.
you wanna take E what I want F# so you C#m try to front F#m hope you _ D ain't real hope you got E yourself.
D _ Bm it's the return of the Prince the balls this is real F#m hardcore kid rockin limp biscuits off.
Bm sit Chris get tips riskless E I floss D stick shift F#m look sick up in that box the post Bm with the top.
cut off rich kids E going pop F#m the sauce they don't know about the blocks of more Bm and everybody wanna.
know where the F# kid go D away breast and we Bm shop at address that no we got dough where does he live.
is he still in F#m the bridge doesn't really know how ill it is Bm got all the y'all E watching my moves my.
walk to my A# Jew F#m hop in my poop dodge Bm interviews like that it's not only my F#m Jews ice anything.
plenty change look at my tennis shoes the ice that Bm who am I the back D twist up launch the Ray.
Ripper automatic leg Bm put them get a keep it against the witcher E I F#m got mine I hope you.
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E hope you _ D F#m won't be _ Bm and when I see you I'm gonna take E what I want F# so you try to front F#m hope you.
Bm you ain't real hope you E _ D _ got Bm yourself _ I E _ F#m got mine I hope you.
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