Ride On Dem Bustas Chords by C-Murder

Tempo:
147.1 bpm
Chords used:

Gb

Ebm

Bb

Db

F

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Ride On Dem Bustas chords
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[F] [D]
[Ab]
[Db] [Ebm]
[Gb]
[Ebm]
[Bb] [Gb] [Fm]
[Gb] [Db] [Ebm] I smoke weed when my mind gone, I ain't [Bb] trippin'
Bullets [Gb] flippin' up, nigga, bout to hollow tippin'
[Ebm] Flippin' keys on the block with them [Bb] cheese, yeah
Got [Gb] them hoes suckin' [F] my dick, jelly [Gb] knees, [Db] crack drop [Ebm] tops
All black with them black [Bb] tents, I got [Gb] them niggas pushin' crank like a [F] mag [Db]-10
A [Ebm] dollar short and I'm comin', bout to [Eb] have these [Bb] pools runnin'
Hundred [Gb] miles hummin', [F] bout to break em [Gb] off [Db] somethin'
Call my [Ebm] cutty Rock on the mobile phone, he [Bb] at home
Mack [Gb] know your projects straight from [Fm] [Db] Claiborne
[Ebm] In the city with the shitty niggas, [Eb] quick to [Bb] give you a ticket [Gb] to the mall, [F] nigga
I think [Ebm] he'll use a fuckin' pen, cause if I go again
I'm a rider, you never catch me slippin', I got my heater right beside her
Runnin' from the cops, cause the law, I don't [Dbm] trust ya
I'm [Cm] a real [E] nigga, yeah, I [Eb] ride on them busters
I'm a [Ebm] real nigga, yeah, I ride on them busters
I'm some real nigga, yeah, fuck them motherfuckers
Real nigga, yeah, we ride on them busters
I'm some real nigga, yeah, fuck them motherfuckers
I'm sick and [Db] I'm tired of all the [Ebm] fakers, niggas be talkin' about they gon' keep it real
Nigga, give me [Gb] the strap, and get in the back, this shit's about to [Fm] get [Gb] real
I [Ebm] came here head buster, a dome [Bb] crusher
They found that I [Gb] could rap, and they [F] told me to put down [Gb] my strap
[Db] And now [Ebm] I'm gettin' paid for screamin'
Night [Bb] ball, really this shit, [Gb] I took it in blood and had it on my [Db] own
So now when [Ebm] I ride, I take them nine with me
Don't take nothin' [Bb] less than 2 [Gb].5 to come [F] and get me
[Gb] [Db] I'm with C, [Ebm] and I'm with Sir
We be smokin' on some herb, [Bb] contemplatin' on how [Gb] to get ya
Your shooter struck a [Db] nerve
Who gon' [Ebm] ride with me?
Who gon' die with me?
[Bb] Who gon' bust at these [Gb] cowards with me?
Who [F] gon' ride with [Db] me?
Man, I'm a [Ebm] real nigga, and we ride on them busters
We some real niggas, [Gb] real niggas, fuck them [Fm] motherfuckers
Real [Ebm] niggas, real niggas, ride on them busters
Some [Bb] real niggas, [Gb] real niggas, [Fm] fuck them [Gb] [Fm] motherfuckers
Young Cheetah, [Ebm] Ramez, the spot, yeah, that's where the beat track oughta be
I ride on you [Bb] motherfuckers, but I got a lil' [Gb] somethin' to take in these motherfuckers
You know them niggas, [Db] them bullets suck
You [Ebm] know them niggas that stay, they ain't scared to die, ready to take a bullet
[Bb] Well, see, imagine, give me a [Gb] picture of what happened here
I got ready to get home and say, I [Db] salute you, I'm a bullet
[Ebm] I got this motherfuckin' tank, if I sign in the contract
Bitch, you better [Gb] get your motherfuckin' rhyme right, ask me how the fuck I act
I was ridin' on [Ebm] niggas' blocks, and you niggas was still runnin' from the cops
I done made a [Bb] lil' motherfuckin' money, so [Gb] you think that shit gon' [F] really make me stop?
[Gb] See, [Ebm] I got a tattoo on my stomach that made me motherfuckin' bleed
For every drop that hit the ground, nigga, for every round in the tank, nigga, you know I bleed
I done got bad on this motherfuckin' microphone
But if she call [Ab] me, nigga, take one of you niggas home, nigga, fuck, ride, [Dbm] nigga, fuck
[Eb] [Abm]
[Ebm] [Abm]
[Eb] [Ebm]
[Gb]
[F] [Gb] [Ebm]
[Bb] [Ebm] [Fm]
[Gb] [Ebm] Fuck all the motherfuckin' bitches, [Bb] punk [Gb] ass, player hatin', [F] pussies, [Gb] [Ebm] motherfuckers out here talkin' shit
Cause when [Eb] I run up [Bb] on you motherfuckers, [Gb] you bound to get your [F]
[Gb] motherfuckin' wig split
[Ebm] Old soft ass, cheesy, [Bb] funky, dirty, [Gb] old shoe and dirty [Ebm] motherfuckin' poo stain
Draws havin' on [Bb] bitches, [Gb] yellow bellies, [F]
[Ebm] [Db] [Ebm] motherfuckers
That means you [Bb] bitch, [Gb] I'm fuckin' [Gb] [Db] motherfuckers
[Ebm] Third wall, ninth wall, [Bb] nigga, [Gb] no [F] limit cause [Gb] I'm on [Db] it, [Ebm] nigga
Nigga, King [Bb] Knoe, [Gb] again on a motherfuckin' beat, [Db] oh
[Ebm] Daily sounds, nigga, [Bb] incognito, [Gb] [F]
[Gb] [Db] bitch
[Ebm] [Gb]
[Ebm]
[Bb] [Gb] [F]
[Gb] [F] [N]
Key:  
Gb
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Ebm
13421116
Bb
12341111
Db
12341114
F
134211111
Gb
134211112
Ebm
13421116
Bb
12341111
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To learn C-Murder - Ride On Dem Bustas chords, begin by getting comfortable with these sequence: Ebm, Bb, Gb, Db, Ebm, Gb, Ebm, F and Gb. Kick off your practice at a gentle 73 BPM, then escalate to the song's tempo of 147 BPM. Align the capo with your vocal depth and chord choice, bearing in mind the song's original key: Eb Major.

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[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Db] _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ [Gb] _ _ [Fm] _ _
[Gb] _ [Db] _ [Ebm] I smoke weed when my mind gone, I ain't [Bb] trippin'
Bullets [Gb] flippin' up, nigga, bout to hollow tippin'
[Ebm] Flippin' keys on the block with them [Bb] cheese, yeah
Got [Gb] them hoes suckin' [F] my dick, jelly [Gb] knees, [Db] crack drop [Ebm] tops
All black with them black [Bb] tents, I got [Gb] them niggas pushin' crank like a [F] mag [Db]-10
A [Ebm] dollar short and I'm comin', bout to [Eb] have these [Bb] pools runnin'
Hundred [Gb] miles hummin', [F] bout to break em [Gb] off [Db] somethin'
Call my [Ebm] cutty Rock on the mobile phone, he [Bb] at home
Mack [Gb] know your projects straight from [Fm] _ [Db] Claiborne
[Ebm] In the city with the shitty niggas, [Eb] quick to [Bb] give you a ticket [Gb] to the mall, [F] nigga
I think [Ebm] he'll use a fuckin' pen, cause if I go again
I'm a rider, you never catch me slippin', I got my heater right beside her
Runnin' from the cops, cause the law, I don't [Dbm] trust ya
I'm [Cm] a real [E] nigga, yeah, I [Eb] ride on them busters
I'm a [Ebm] real nigga, yeah, I ride on them busters
I'm some real nigga, yeah, fuck them motherfuckers
Real nigga, yeah, we ride on them busters
I'm some real nigga, yeah, fuck them motherfuckers
I'm sick and [Db] I'm tired of all the [Ebm] fakers, niggas be talkin' about they gon' keep it real
Nigga, give me [Gb] the strap, and get in the back, this shit's about to [Fm] get [Gb] real
I [Ebm] came here head buster, a dome [Bb] crusher
They found that I [Gb] could rap, and they [F] told me to put down [Gb] my strap
[Db] And now [Ebm] I'm gettin' paid for screamin'
Night [Bb] ball, really this shit, [Gb] I took it in blood and had it on my [Db] own
So now when [Ebm] I ride, I take them nine with me
Don't take nothin' [Bb] less than 2 [Gb].5 to come [F] and get me
[Gb] [Db] I'm with C, [Ebm] and I'm with Sir
We be smokin' on some herb, [Bb] contemplatin' on how [Gb] to get ya
Your shooter struck a [Db] nerve
Who gon' [Ebm] ride with me?
Who gon' die with me?
[Bb] Who gon' bust at these [Gb] cowards with me?
Who [F] gon' ride with [Db] me?
Man, I'm a [Ebm] real nigga, and we ride on them busters
We some real niggas, [Gb] real niggas, fuck them [Fm] motherfuckers
Real [Ebm] niggas, real niggas, ride on them busters
Some [Bb] real niggas, [Gb] real niggas, [Fm] fuck them [Gb] [Fm] motherfuckers
Young Cheetah, [Ebm] Ramez, the spot, yeah, that's where the beat track oughta be
I ride on you [Bb] motherfuckers, but I got a lil' [Gb] somethin' to take in these motherfuckers
You know them niggas, [Db] them bullets suck
You [Ebm] know them niggas that stay, they ain't scared to die, ready to take a bullet
[Bb] Well, see, imagine, give me a [Gb] picture of what happened here
I got ready to get home and say, I [Db] salute you, I'm a bullet
[Ebm] I got this motherfuckin' tank, if I sign in the contract
Bitch, you better [Gb] get your motherfuckin' rhyme right, ask me how the fuck I act
I was ridin' on [Ebm] niggas' blocks, and you niggas was still runnin' from the cops
I done made a [Bb] lil' motherfuckin' money, so [Gb] you think that shit gon' [F] really make me stop?
[Gb] See, [Ebm] I got a tattoo on my stomach that made me motherfuckin' bleed
For every drop that hit the ground, nigga, for every round in the tank, nigga, you know I bleed
I done got bad on this motherfuckin' microphone
_ But if she call [Ab] me, nigga, take one of you niggas home, nigga, fuck, ride, [Dbm] nigga, fuck
_ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ [Abm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Abm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _
[F] _ [Gb] _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ [Fm] _ _
[Gb] _ _ _ [Ebm] _ Fuck all the motherfuckin' bitches, [Bb] punk [Gb] ass, player hatin', [F] pussies, [Gb] _ [Ebm] motherfuckers out here talkin' shit
Cause when [Eb] I run up [Bb] on you motherfuckers, [Gb] you bound to get your [F] _
[Gb] motherfuckin' wig split
[Ebm] Old soft ass, cheesy, [Bb] funky, dirty, [Gb] old shoe and dirty [Ebm] motherfuckin' poo stain
Draws havin' on [Bb] bitches, [Gb] yellow bellies, [F] _ _
[Ebm] _ [Db] _ [Ebm] motherfuckers
_ _ That means you [Bb] bitch, _ [Gb] _ I'm fuckin' [Gb] _ [Db] motherfuckers
[Ebm] _ _ Third wall, ninth wall, [Bb] nigga, _ _ [Gb] no [F] limit cause [Gb] I'm on [Db] it, _ [Ebm] _ _ nigga
Nigga, King [Bb] _ Knoe, [Gb] again on a motherfuckin' beat, [Db] oh
[Ebm] _ Daily sounds, nigga, _ [Bb] incognito, _ [Gb] _ _ [F] _ _
[Gb] [Db] bitch
_ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ [Gb] _ _ [F] _ _
[Gb] _ [F] _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

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