Chords for Nas - Made You Look (Remix) feat. Jadakiss & Ludacris
Tempo:
88.4 bpm
Chords used:
C
F
Fm
D
Ab
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] I need it from the top!
This is history, baby!
Commissioner Steve South!
Lenny!
Godson!
What up?
D-Block!
What up?
Bravehearts!
What up?
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yo, yo, ain't nothin' but trouble, God, when [F] I kick in the door with D-Block, Bravehearts,
and the double R, don't make me let the machine off.
This is methadone music that you can lean off, made [Fm] you look, [C] the remix with me up on
it, I copped your shit, now I break weed up on it, and everything is real, I see, like
my niggas [Em] that been home, but they only got [F] a jail ID, I help the game, [C] it ain't help
me, [Fm] I'm top five, dead or alive, and [C] that's just off one LP, and I still buzz, they feel
cuz, cuz they know the [F] flow's ill, just like Will was, I'm just tryna make sure that my
son's wealthy, out of shape, but I make sure that my guns healthy, I'm an ape, can't stand
no kiss, coming through the hood in a Aston Vanquish, the [C] color of dandruff, they said
we jumped him, I just let the gun snuff him, cop he the turbo, soon as they uncuff him,
this goes out to all of your mans, why put you in a verse when I can put you in a car
and a van, [F] D-Block, they [Ab] shootin', ah, made you look, you [C] a slave to a page in [Fm] my rhyme
book, gettin' [D] big money, playboy, your time's up, with them gangsters, with them dime jacks,
they shootin', ah, made you look, you a slave to a page in my [Fm] rhyme book, gettin' [C] big money,
playboy, your time's up, [B] with them gangsters, with [F] them dime jacks, I'm from the school of
[Fm] hard knocks, sneak peeks, and low blows, where X's mark spots and kitchen's mark O's, where
[D] love's gon' get ya, and hate is gon' snitch ya, and finger squeeze triggers like forward
constrictors, [C] it's for Mr.
Looter, Tater, and Nas, and our bullets give you a deep tissue
massage, so hear the song and dance while I make these ends, you never could have a
chance like Siamese twins, they shootin', look in the barrel, then he made the front
page of the Miami Herald, a shot tribune, nozzles with solid dunes, we in that A-Town
journal as violent goons, you should print my information, quote my rhyme, and keep me
in between these New York and L.A. times, I'm just a victim of society as Chris [F] Diminished
with most shit out on the streets, then he victors, then [D] it's gold, they shootin', ah,
made you look, you a slave to a page in my rhyme book, gettin' big money, playboy, your
times up, where them gangsters at, where them dimes at, they shootin', ah, made you
look, you a slave to a page in my rhyme book, gettin' big money, playboy, your times up,
where them [F] gangsters at, where them dimes at, jungle, Wiz, Mace, y'all, we got em scared,
look, we got em scared, they [Fm] runnin', yo, [D] I grasp the ratchet, the blicky, the biscuit,
the burner, the heat, the toaster, the twister, you meetin' your owner, the banger, the hammer,
the flamers, I aim at the cannons, I can ya, manhandle it, you be famous, I cancel ya,
and, uh, that's the end of your movie, pretendin', you [C] actin' like you and your men to come shoot
me, my tennis shoes Gucci, old school, pea soup green, Jean Lee suit on Viva, Clico,
champagne, Friday with 13, my CD drop, I rhyme to more bass than EZ Rock, I'm Jason, call
a P.D.,. watch them brave hearts, jungle and Wiz and Nation, ill will rocks the lake, never veiling his face on TV and pictures, and we be them [Fm] niggas, sorry, I done made you wait long, glad the fake [Ab] star on Wee's shootin', squeezin' them triggers with Luda beside me, me and Kiss get loonies, and we set the style, speed, tell him, hold his head, God's son, got him, we made y'all look from San Quentin to Rikers Island
This is history, baby!
Commissioner Steve South!
Lenny!
Godson!
What up?
D-Block!
What up?
Bravehearts!
What up?
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yo, yo, ain't nothin' but trouble, God, when [F] I kick in the door with D-Block, Bravehearts,
and the double R, don't make me let the machine off.
This is methadone music that you can lean off, made [Fm] you look, [C] the remix with me up on
it, I copped your shit, now I break weed up on it, and everything is real, I see, like
my niggas [Em] that been home, but they only got [F] a jail ID, I help the game, [C] it ain't help
me, [Fm] I'm top five, dead or alive, and [C] that's just off one LP, and I still buzz, they feel
cuz, cuz they know the [F] flow's ill, just like Will was, I'm just tryna make sure that my
son's wealthy, out of shape, but I make sure that my guns healthy, I'm an ape, can't stand
no kiss, coming through the hood in a Aston Vanquish, the [C] color of dandruff, they said
we jumped him, I just let the gun snuff him, cop he the turbo, soon as they uncuff him,
this goes out to all of your mans, why put you in a verse when I can put you in a car
and a van, [F] D-Block, they [Ab] shootin', ah, made you look, you [C] a slave to a page in [Fm] my rhyme
book, gettin' [D] big money, playboy, your time's up, with them gangsters, with them dime jacks,
they shootin', ah, made you look, you a slave to a page in my [Fm] rhyme book, gettin' [C] big money,
playboy, your time's up, [B] with them gangsters, with [F] them dime jacks, I'm from the school of
[Fm] hard knocks, sneak peeks, and low blows, where X's mark spots and kitchen's mark O's, where
[D] love's gon' get ya, and hate is gon' snitch ya, and finger squeeze triggers like forward
constrictors, [C] it's for Mr.
Looter, Tater, and Nas, and our bullets give you a deep tissue
massage, so hear the song and dance while I make these ends, you never could have a
chance like Siamese twins, they shootin', look in the barrel, then he made the front
page of the Miami Herald, a shot tribune, nozzles with solid dunes, we in that A-Town
journal as violent goons, you should print my information, quote my rhyme, and keep me
in between these New York and L.A. times, I'm just a victim of society as Chris [F] Diminished
with most shit out on the streets, then he victors, then [D] it's gold, they shootin', ah,
made you look, you a slave to a page in my rhyme book, gettin' big money, playboy, your
times up, where them gangsters at, where them dimes at, they shootin', ah, made you
look, you a slave to a page in my rhyme book, gettin' big money, playboy, your times up,
where them [F] gangsters at, where them dimes at, jungle, Wiz, Mace, y'all, we got em scared,
look, we got em scared, they [Fm] runnin', yo, [D] I grasp the ratchet, the blicky, the biscuit,
the burner, the heat, the toaster, the twister, you meetin' your owner, the banger, the hammer,
the flamers, I aim at the cannons, I can ya, manhandle it, you be famous, I cancel ya,
and, uh, that's the end of your movie, pretendin', you [C] actin' like you and your men to come shoot
me, my tennis shoes Gucci, old school, pea soup green, Jean Lee suit on Viva, Clico,
champagne, Friday with 13, my CD drop, I rhyme to more bass than EZ Rock, I'm Jason, call
a P.D.,. watch them brave hearts, jungle and Wiz and Nation, ill will rocks the lake, never veiling his face on TV and pictures, and we be them [Fm] niggas, sorry, I done made you wait long, glad the fake [Ab] star on Wee's shootin', squeezin' them triggers with Luda beside me, me and Kiss get loonies, and we set the style, speed, tell him, hold his head, God's son, got him, we made y'all look from San Quentin to Rikers Island
Key:
C
F
Fm
D
Ab
C
F
Fm
_ _ _ [D] I need it from the top!
This is history, baby!
Commissioner Steve South!
Lenny!
Godson!
What up?
_ D-Block!
What up?
_ Bravehearts!
What up?
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yo, yo, ain't nothin' but trouble, God, when [F] I kick in the door with D-Block, Bravehearts,
and the double R, don't make me let the machine off.
This is methadone music that you can lean off, made [Fm] you look, [C] the remix with me up on
it, I copped your shit, now I break weed up on it, and everything is real, I see, like
my niggas [Em] that been home, but they only got [F] a jail ID, I help the game, [C] it ain't help
me, [Fm] I'm top five, dead or alive, and [C] that's just off one LP, and I still buzz, they feel
cuz, cuz they know the [F] flow's ill, just like Will was, I'm just tryna make sure that my
son's wealthy, out of shape, but I make sure that my guns healthy, I'm an ape, can't stand
no kiss, coming through the hood in a Aston Vanquish, the [C] color of dandruff, they said
we jumped him, I just let the gun snuff him, cop he the turbo, soon as they uncuff him,
this goes out to all of your mans, why put you in a verse when I can put you in a car
and a van, [F] D-Block, they [Ab] shootin', ah, made you look, you [C] a slave to a page in [Fm] my rhyme
book, gettin' [D] big money, playboy, your time's up, with them gangsters, with them dime jacks,
they shootin', ah, made you look, you a slave to a page in my [Fm] rhyme book, gettin' [C] big money,
playboy, your time's up, [B] with them gangsters, with [F] them dime jacks, I'm from the school of
[Fm] hard knocks, sneak peeks, and low blows, where X's mark spots and kitchen's mark O's, where
[D] love's gon' get ya, and hate is gon' snitch ya, and finger squeeze triggers like forward
constrictors, [C] it's for Mr.
Looter, Tater, and Nas, and our bullets give you a deep tissue
massage, so hear the song and dance while I make these ends, you never could have a
chance like Siamese twins, they shootin', look in the barrel, then he made the front
page of the Miami Herald, a shot tribune, nozzles with solid dunes, we in that A-Town
journal as violent goons, you should print my information, quote my rhyme, and keep me
in between these New York and L.A. times, I'm just a victim of society as Chris [F] Diminished
with most shit out on the streets, then he victors, then [D] it's gold, they shootin', ah,
made you look, you a slave to a page in my rhyme book, gettin' big money, playboy, your
times up, where them gangsters at, where them dimes at, they shootin', ah, made you
look, you a slave to a page in my rhyme book, gettin' big money, playboy, your times up,
where them [F] gangsters at, where them dimes at, _ _ jungle, Wiz, Mace, y'all, we got em scared,
look, we got em scared, they [Fm] runnin', yo, [D] I grasp the ratchet, the blicky, the biscuit,
the burner, the heat, the toaster, the twister, you meetin' your owner, the banger, the hammer,
the flamers, I aim at the cannons, I can ya, manhandle it, you be famous, I cancel ya,
and, uh, that's the end of your movie, pretendin', you [C] actin' like you and your men to come shoot
me, my tennis shoes Gucci, old school, pea soup green, Jean Lee suit on Viva, Clico,
champagne, Friday with 13, my CD drop, I rhyme to more bass than EZ Rock, I'm Jason, call
a P.D.,. watch them brave hearts, jungle and Wiz and Nation, ill will rocks the lake, never veiling his face on TV and pictures, and we be them [Fm] niggas, sorry, I done made you wait long, glad the fake [Ab] star on Wee's shootin', squeezin' them triggers with Luda beside me, me and Kiss get loonies, and we set the style, speed, tell him, hold his head, God's son, got him, we made y'all look from San Quentin to Rikers Island_ _ _ _ _ _
This is history, baby!
Commissioner Steve South!
Lenny!
Godson!
What up?
_ D-Block!
What up?
_ Bravehearts!
What up?
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yo, yo, ain't nothin' but trouble, God, when [F] I kick in the door with D-Block, Bravehearts,
and the double R, don't make me let the machine off.
This is methadone music that you can lean off, made [Fm] you look, [C] the remix with me up on
it, I copped your shit, now I break weed up on it, and everything is real, I see, like
my niggas [Em] that been home, but they only got [F] a jail ID, I help the game, [C] it ain't help
me, [Fm] I'm top five, dead or alive, and [C] that's just off one LP, and I still buzz, they feel
cuz, cuz they know the [F] flow's ill, just like Will was, I'm just tryna make sure that my
son's wealthy, out of shape, but I make sure that my guns healthy, I'm an ape, can't stand
no kiss, coming through the hood in a Aston Vanquish, the [C] color of dandruff, they said
we jumped him, I just let the gun snuff him, cop he the turbo, soon as they uncuff him,
this goes out to all of your mans, why put you in a verse when I can put you in a car
and a van, [F] D-Block, they [Ab] shootin', ah, made you look, you [C] a slave to a page in [Fm] my rhyme
book, gettin' [D] big money, playboy, your time's up, with them gangsters, with them dime jacks,
they shootin', ah, made you look, you a slave to a page in my [Fm] rhyme book, gettin' [C] big money,
playboy, your time's up, [B] with them gangsters, with [F] them dime jacks, I'm from the school of
[Fm] hard knocks, sneak peeks, and low blows, where X's mark spots and kitchen's mark O's, where
[D] love's gon' get ya, and hate is gon' snitch ya, and finger squeeze triggers like forward
constrictors, [C] it's for Mr.
Looter, Tater, and Nas, and our bullets give you a deep tissue
massage, so hear the song and dance while I make these ends, you never could have a
chance like Siamese twins, they shootin', look in the barrel, then he made the front
page of the Miami Herald, a shot tribune, nozzles with solid dunes, we in that A-Town
journal as violent goons, you should print my information, quote my rhyme, and keep me
in between these New York and L.A. times, I'm just a victim of society as Chris [F] Diminished
with most shit out on the streets, then he victors, then [D] it's gold, they shootin', ah,
made you look, you a slave to a page in my rhyme book, gettin' big money, playboy, your
times up, where them gangsters at, where them dimes at, they shootin', ah, made you
look, you a slave to a page in my rhyme book, gettin' big money, playboy, your times up,
where them [F] gangsters at, where them dimes at, _ _ jungle, Wiz, Mace, y'all, we got em scared,
look, we got em scared, they [Fm] runnin', yo, [D] I grasp the ratchet, the blicky, the biscuit,
the burner, the heat, the toaster, the twister, you meetin' your owner, the banger, the hammer,
the flamers, I aim at the cannons, I can ya, manhandle it, you be famous, I cancel ya,
and, uh, that's the end of your movie, pretendin', you [C] actin' like you and your men to come shoot
me, my tennis shoes Gucci, old school, pea soup green, Jean Lee suit on Viva, Clico,
champagne, Friday with 13, my CD drop, I rhyme to more bass than EZ Rock, I'm Jason, call
a P.D.,. watch them brave hearts, jungle and Wiz and Nation, ill will rocks the lake, never veiling his face on TV and pictures, and we be them [Fm] niggas, sorry, I done made you wait long, glad the fake [Ab] star on Wee's shootin', squeezin' them triggers with Luda beside me, me and Kiss get loonies, and we set the style, speed, tell him, hold his head, God's son, got him, we made y'all look from San Quentin to Rikers Island_ _ _ _ _ _