Only Time Will Tell Chords by Master P, Mac, Sons Of Funk

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_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [Cm] Uh, uh, uh Uh
I [G] wonder where my true niggas [Cm] go
Who needs that CrossBro
Only time will [G] tell nigga
When we [Cm] die go to heaven or hell nigga
Only time will [G] tell nigga
When we [Cm] die go to heaven or hell nigga
Only time will [G] tell nigga
When we [Cm] die go to heaven or hell nigga
Only time will [G] tell nigga
When we [Cm] die go to heaven or hell nigga
When I die, nigga don't wanna go to [G] hell
the earth, goddamn [Cm] six feet, naive in the dirt, church bells ringing, [G] hoes [Cm] singing, my niggas
up there for gang bangin', slingin' dope, pushing [G] coca leaves, got me [Cm] stressin', down
on my knees, it's a risky life, with a [G] fast pace, but where [Cm] soldiers go when they get
took away, only time will [G] tell nigga, when we [Cm] die go to heaven or hell nigga, only time
[G] will tell nigga, when we [Cm] die go to heaven or hell nigga, I seen angels [G] crying, [Cm] so many
soldiers dying, tell me when will it end, [G] will I get to heaven, [Cm] will I see my friends,
or [B] will I go to hell, [G] only time [Cm] will tell, head first in this world with my eyes [G] impaled,
unaware that these [Cm] niggas on the streets is real, will I survive or will the cold streets
shake [G] me, will them niggas break [Cm] me, before the lord take me out this son of a bitch,
I never wanted, never [G] asked to come, [Cm] trapped in the devil face, not a place to run, get
the gun and bucket, let em [G] know I ain't the one to fuck [Cm] with, I'm stuck with this rough
shit, screaming [N] to god to make space, them niggas killed my ace and now they tryna make
waste of my face, but I'm strapped up in all the fatigue, full of hatred, [Cm] I couldn't be
the next rapper faced with waste, cemetery gates, all black suits and [G] limos, family tears
and [Cm] flowers, no more shows or videos, after party hoes come to a [G] cease, young thug caught
[Cm] one slug, rest in peace.
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