100 Bars & Gunnin Chords by Ramirez
Tempo:
89.7 bpm
Chords used:
F
D
F#
F#m
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F]
Yeah, Savage Thugz music, the trigger happy strapping that nigga T-Free
It's gonna have more beat, it's gonna have more beat
Hit them on the mission, my [D] destination we [F] pray, pay my traffic to your head, then I crack off your blue pipe
I been pulled deep inside of the bucket, the transmission's dripping, had a conversation with the devil, told me get the riff and it's a great vibe
Now I throw you six up in the air, darkness falling from above, step across and be ready to ride the top off my [D] feet, then deliver up on my [F#] knees
Two soldiers from the country [F] stepping out the seven seas, fuck [D] with me, get your wig [F] pulled back, slatties serving up a status that I put inside the shack
This shit is kicking [D] in and I just don't know how to [B] act, my rear-view mirror just a belt, bout to pull [F] a hijack
Pressure plane inside of the [D] building, I watch the bodies burn [F] as the world turns, cruelly service coming but I'm not concerned
[F#] Suicidal in my ashes inside of a gold urn, [F] shooting at guns and so you know murder is what I yearn
Get a call up from my uncle, [F#] tell me nephew what you doing, come [F] here so we can get some money and pick up the chewing part
Till the day I fall, hunnid guffaws when I crawl, keep my back against the wall, watch another piece of barb
I'm fucked up, keep the suli like I'm Bobby May in the kitchen ripping up his arm and standing in the rain
Five nines drugs till my body turns gray, till you put me in the dirt and leave my body to decay
Runner, bitch you don't wanna, I keep my girl up to the sun up, people on the cover, I put your shit into your stomach
Bitch I'm the gunner, you think you rolling you no thunder, cause I'm a hunter, this is the street I play it down
When I come around the mask up on my face, fucking at the window, drive by, bitches give me shakes
I don't need to talk to nobody cause all you suckers late, bitch you mad about the fact that your music don't make eggs
Sellin' repost, use a ho, I need ten to speed the flow, twenty bands will tell [F#m] you show crew and look I'm in here [F] to show
Brown paper [Gm] stacked up, saying I slip and like I said in [F] the beginning I'm a killer on a mission
Better back the fuck up, cause shit's about to get real, call up on the fucking gambler saw him and I cut his heel
Searching for another meal to give a fuck how you feel, bitch you fucking with the wrong [F#m] one I'm about to make you sweet
Yeah, Savage Thugz music, the trigger happy strapping that nigga T-Free
It's gonna have more beat, it's gonna have more beat
Hit them on the mission, my [D] destination we [F] pray, pay my traffic to your head, then I crack off your blue pipe
I been pulled deep inside of the bucket, the transmission's dripping, had a conversation with the devil, told me get the riff and it's a great vibe
Now I throw you six up in the air, darkness falling from above, step across and be ready to ride the top off my [D] feet, then deliver up on my [F#] knees
Two soldiers from the country [F] stepping out the seven seas, fuck [D] with me, get your wig [F] pulled back, slatties serving up a status that I put inside the shack
This shit is kicking [D] in and I just don't know how to [B] act, my rear-view mirror just a belt, bout to pull [F] a hijack
Pressure plane inside of the [D] building, I watch the bodies burn [F] as the world turns, cruelly service coming but I'm not concerned
[F#] Suicidal in my ashes inside of a gold urn, [F] shooting at guns and so you know murder is what I yearn
Get a call up from my uncle, [F#] tell me nephew what you doing, come [F] here so we can get some money and pick up the chewing part
Till the day I fall, hunnid guffaws when I crawl, keep my back against the wall, watch another piece of barb
I'm fucked up, keep the suli like I'm Bobby May in the kitchen ripping up his arm and standing in the rain
Five nines drugs till my body turns gray, till you put me in the dirt and leave my body to decay
Runner, bitch you don't wanna, I keep my girl up to the sun up, people on the cover, I put your shit into your stomach
Bitch I'm the gunner, you think you rolling you no thunder, cause I'm a hunter, this is the street I play it down
When I come around the mask up on my face, fucking at the window, drive by, bitches give me shakes
I don't need to talk to nobody cause all you suckers late, bitch you mad about the fact that your music don't make eggs
Sellin' repost, use a ho, I need ten to speed the flow, twenty bands will tell [F#m] you show crew and look I'm in here [F] to show
Brown paper [Gm] stacked up, saying I slip and like I said in [F] the beginning I'm a killer on a mission
Better back the fuck up, cause shit's about to get real, call up on the fucking gambler saw him and I cut his heel
Searching for another meal to give a fuck how you feel, bitch you fucking with the wrong [F#m] one I'm about to make you sweet
Key:
F
D
F#
F#m
B
F
D
F#
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Yeah, Savage Thugz music, the trigger happy strapping that nigga T-Free
_ It's gonna have more beat, it's gonna _ have _ more beat
Hit them on the mission, my [D] destination we [F] pray, pay my traffic to your head, then I crack off your blue pipe
I been pulled deep inside of the bucket, the transmission's dripping, had a conversation with the devil, told me get the riff and it's a great vibe
Now I throw you six up in the air, darkness falling from above, step across and be ready to ride the top off my [D] feet, then deliver up on my [F#] knees
Two soldiers from the country [F] stepping out the seven seas, fuck [D] with me, get your wig [F] pulled back, slatties serving up a status that I put inside the shack
This shit is kicking [D] in and I just don't know how to [B] act, my rear-view mirror just a belt, bout to pull [F] a hijack
Pressure plane inside of the [D] building, I watch the bodies burn [F] as the world turns, cruelly service coming but I'm not concerned
[F#] Suicidal in my ashes inside of a gold urn, [F] shooting at guns and so you know murder is what I yearn
Get a call up from my uncle, [F#] tell me nephew what you doing, come [F] here so we can get some money and pick up the chewing part
Till the day I fall, hunnid guffaws when I crawl, keep my back against the wall, watch another piece of barb
I'm fucked up, keep the suli like I'm Bobby May in the kitchen ripping up his arm and standing in the rain
Five nines drugs till my body turns gray, till you put me in the dirt and leave my body to decay
Runner, bitch you don't wanna, I keep my girl up to the sun up, people on the cover, I put your shit into your stomach
Bitch I'm the gunner, you think you rolling you no thunder, cause I'm a hunter, this is the street I play it down
When I come around the mask up on my face, fucking at the window, drive by, bitches give me shakes
I don't need to talk to nobody cause all you suckers late, bitch you mad about the fact that your music don't make eggs
Sellin' repost, use a ho, I need ten to speed the flow, twenty bands will tell [F#m] you show crew and look I'm in here [F] to show
Brown paper [Gm] stacked up, saying I slip and like I said in [F] the beginning I'm a killer on a mission
Better back the fuck up, cause shit's about to get real, call up on the fucking gambler saw him and I cut his heel
Searching for another meal to give a fuck how you feel, bitch you fucking with the wrong [F#m] one I'm about to make you sweet _
Yeah, Savage Thugz music, the trigger happy strapping that nigga T-Free
_ It's gonna have more beat, it's gonna _ have _ more beat
Hit them on the mission, my [D] destination we [F] pray, pay my traffic to your head, then I crack off your blue pipe
I been pulled deep inside of the bucket, the transmission's dripping, had a conversation with the devil, told me get the riff and it's a great vibe
Now I throw you six up in the air, darkness falling from above, step across and be ready to ride the top off my [D] feet, then deliver up on my [F#] knees
Two soldiers from the country [F] stepping out the seven seas, fuck [D] with me, get your wig [F] pulled back, slatties serving up a status that I put inside the shack
This shit is kicking [D] in and I just don't know how to [B] act, my rear-view mirror just a belt, bout to pull [F] a hijack
Pressure plane inside of the [D] building, I watch the bodies burn [F] as the world turns, cruelly service coming but I'm not concerned
[F#] Suicidal in my ashes inside of a gold urn, [F] shooting at guns and so you know murder is what I yearn
Get a call up from my uncle, [F#] tell me nephew what you doing, come [F] here so we can get some money and pick up the chewing part
Till the day I fall, hunnid guffaws when I crawl, keep my back against the wall, watch another piece of barb
I'm fucked up, keep the suli like I'm Bobby May in the kitchen ripping up his arm and standing in the rain
Five nines drugs till my body turns gray, till you put me in the dirt and leave my body to decay
Runner, bitch you don't wanna, I keep my girl up to the sun up, people on the cover, I put your shit into your stomach
Bitch I'm the gunner, you think you rolling you no thunder, cause I'm a hunter, this is the street I play it down
When I come around the mask up on my face, fucking at the window, drive by, bitches give me shakes
I don't need to talk to nobody cause all you suckers late, bitch you mad about the fact that your music don't make eggs
Sellin' repost, use a ho, I need ten to speed the flow, twenty bands will tell [F#m] you show crew and look I'm in here [F] to show
Brown paper [Gm] stacked up, saying I slip and like I said in [F] the beginning I'm a killer on a mission
Better back the fuck up, cause shit's about to get real, call up on the fucking gambler saw him and I cut his heel
Searching for another meal to give a fuck how you feel, bitch you fucking with the wrong [F#m] one I'm about to make you sweet _