Chords for The BBG Steppa "On The Radar" Freestyle (PART 2)
Tempo:
68.9 bpm
Chords used:
Em
E
C
B
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
The next stop is on the radar radio.
Stand clear of the closing doors, please.
[N]
Yes, sir, baby.
On the radar radio, freestyles.
Yo, BBG Stepa back in the building for part two.
I'm going to step out.
He going to step [B] in.
All right, let's go.
It's cost finger, baby.
Nathan, Nathan, Nathan.
[C#] [Em] Like, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Look, like, like, I know a lot of niggas
who be dissing the gang.
They favorite homie in the pack.
I keep a knocker because these niggas out to get me.
And instead, I touch down and I'm strapped.
We in the A, niggas moving walkie.
No hesitation hanging out the back.
I keep a case so don't try to box me.
We [E] got the destination where he at.
We got on skis like we playing hockey.
Popped on, oh, we all on black.
He see my face, go to small heart attack.
I respect him.
At least the pistol's playing tag.
He's about to run, hug him down, he collapse.
Pussy, you ain't faster than a Mac.
But when I snap, I have the double.
Heard they took one of mine, so we [Em] going double that.
Ain't never banging, nigga, with your guy.
Yo, who that?
Get the banging out him if he has.
Real life, this is fucking with the rag.
We on that side, you real niggas like.
I'm going to drop 30 on you, get you [E] whacked.
Get you cooked by your murder homie for a sack.
Too late to close the door.
We in the [C] back for him.
Is that four doors trying to [Em] clap?
Sack there, finna put it on the map.
Disrespect it, I dare you.
[C] I'm slamming you slack.
You will not hear you.
I'm knowing this.
That's why I swear I don't feel you stopping with the act.
[Em] I'm going to kill you.
Come up in this sack.
And these bullets [F] going to feel you
ripping through your flesh.
And right in [Em] that field, dude, you could get left.
Ain't no [G] more boom street.
We made them tag.
Watch how [E] G up the score with a bag.
And these bitches that I wanted, I had.
Wishing they freed all our niggas back.
Let us get them.
We going to make it fast.
Soon as they free them, we sliding the jack.
First one to get spotted, get tagged.
Ain't going to keep losing.
Ain't no getting back.
If they do, we kill ten of them fast.
He's damn corrupt.
I was wishing he had funds.
Make a movie, I run it to fat guns.
Stop taking that shit to the mag zone.
Waste the bread in the stew, making bad zones.
I pour A in the two liter [C] mash zone.
But so what?
I'm supposed to do it on my [E] mask zone.
I run up a couple bands on my [B] last zone.
I'm the hardest lil' bitch on my [Bm] last zone.
Like I'm the hardest lil' bitch on my, like, like,
size blah.
Gang, gang, gang, gang.
[F#] [G] [G#] [C#]
Stand clear of the closing doors, please.
[N]
Yes, sir, baby.
On the radar radio, freestyles.
Yo, BBG Stepa back in the building for part two.
I'm going to step out.
He going to step [B] in.
All right, let's go.
It's cost finger, baby.
Nathan, Nathan, Nathan.
[C#] [Em] Like, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Look, like, like, I know a lot of niggas
who be dissing the gang.
They favorite homie in the pack.
I keep a knocker because these niggas out to get me.
And instead, I touch down and I'm strapped.
We in the A, niggas moving walkie.
No hesitation hanging out the back.
I keep a case so don't try to box me.
We [E] got the destination where he at.
We got on skis like we playing hockey.
Popped on, oh, we all on black.
He see my face, go to small heart attack.
I respect him.
At least the pistol's playing tag.
He's about to run, hug him down, he collapse.
Pussy, you ain't faster than a Mac.
But when I snap, I have the double.
Heard they took one of mine, so we [Em] going double that.
Ain't never banging, nigga, with your guy.
Yo, who that?
Get the banging out him if he has.
Real life, this is fucking with the rag.
We on that side, you real niggas like.
I'm going to drop 30 on you, get you [E] whacked.
Get you cooked by your murder homie for a sack.
Too late to close the door.
We in the [C] back for him.
Is that four doors trying to [Em] clap?
Sack there, finna put it on the map.
Disrespect it, I dare you.
[C] I'm slamming you slack.
You will not hear you.
I'm knowing this.
That's why I swear I don't feel you stopping with the act.
[Em] I'm going to kill you.
Come up in this sack.
And these bullets [F] going to feel you
ripping through your flesh.
And right in [Em] that field, dude, you could get left.
Ain't no [G] more boom street.
We made them tag.
Watch how [E] G up the score with a bag.
And these bitches that I wanted, I had.
Wishing they freed all our niggas back.
Let us get them.
We going to make it fast.
Soon as they free them, we sliding the jack.
First one to get spotted, get tagged.
Ain't going to keep losing.
Ain't no getting back.
If they do, we kill ten of them fast.
He's damn corrupt.
I was wishing he had funds.
Make a movie, I run it to fat guns.
Stop taking that shit to the mag zone.
Waste the bread in the stew, making bad zones.
I pour A in the two liter [C] mash zone.
But so what?
I'm supposed to do it on my [E] mask zone.
I run up a couple bands on my [B] last zone.
I'm the hardest lil' bitch on my [Bm] last zone.
Like I'm the hardest lil' bitch on my, like, like,
size blah.
Gang, gang, gang, gang.
[F#] [G] [G#] [C#]
Key:
Em
E
C
B
C#
Em
E
C
_ The next stop is on the radar radio.
Stand clear of the closing doors, please.
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _
_ _ Yes, sir, baby.
On the radar radio, freestyles.
Yo, BBG Stepa back in the building for part two.
I'm going to step out.
He going to step [B] in.
All right, let's go.
It's cost finger, baby.
Nathan, Nathan, Nathan. _
[C#] _ _ _ [Em] Like, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
_ _ _ Look, like, like, I know a lot of niggas
who be dissing the gang.
They favorite homie in the pack.
I keep a knocker because these niggas out to get me.
And instead, I touch down and I'm strapped.
We in the A, niggas moving walkie.
No hesitation hanging out the back.
I keep a case so don't try to box me.
We [E] got the destination where he at.
We got on skis like we playing hockey.
Popped on, oh, we all on black.
He see my face, go to small heart attack.
I respect him.
At least the pistol's playing tag.
He's about to run, hug him down, he collapse.
Pussy, you ain't faster than a Mac.
But when I snap, I have the double.
Heard they took one of mine, so we [Em] going double that.
Ain't never banging, nigga, with your guy.
Yo, who that?
Get the banging out him if he has.
Real life, this is fucking with the rag.
We on that side, you real niggas like.
I'm going to drop 30 on you, get you [E] whacked.
Get you cooked by your murder homie for a sack.
Too late to close the door.
We in the [C] back for him.
Is that four doors trying to [Em] clap?
Sack there, finna put it on the map.
Disrespect it, I dare you.
[C] I'm slamming you slack.
You will not hear you.
I'm knowing this.
That's why I swear I don't feel you stopping with the act.
[Em] I'm going to kill you.
Come up in this sack.
And these bullets [F] going to feel you
ripping through your flesh.
And right in [Em] that field, dude, you could get left.
Ain't no [G] more boom street.
We made them tag.
Watch how [E] G up the score with a bag.
And these bitches that I wanted, I had.
Wishing they freed all our niggas back.
Let us get them.
We going to make it fast.
Soon as they free them, we sliding the jack.
First one to get spotted, get tagged.
Ain't going to keep losing.
Ain't no getting back.
If they do, we kill ten of them fast.
He's damn corrupt.
I was wishing he had funds.
Make a movie, I run it to fat guns.
Stop taking that shit to the mag zone.
Waste the bread in the stew, making bad zones.
I pour A in the two liter [C] mash zone.
But so what?
I'm supposed to do it on my [E] mask zone.
I run up a couple bands on my [B] last zone.
I'm the hardest lil' bitch on my [Bm] last zone.
Like I'm the hardest lil' bitch on my, like, like,
size blah.
Gang, gang, gang, gang.
_ [F#] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [G#] _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Stand clear of the closing doors, please.
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _
_ _ Yes, sir, baby.
On the radar radio, freestyles.
Yo, BBG Stepa back in the building for part two.
I'm going to step out.
He going to step [B] in.
All right, let's go.
It's cost finger, baby.
Nathan, Nathan, Nathan. _
[C#] _ _ _ [Em] Like, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
_ _ _ Look, like, like, I know a lot of niggas
who be dissing the gang.
They favorite homie in the pack.
I keep a knocker because these niggas out to get me.
And instead, I touch down and I'm strapped.
We in the A, niggas moving walkie.
No hesitation hanging out the back.
I keep a case so don't try to box me.
We [E] got the destination where he at.
We got on skis like we playing hockey.
Popped on, oh, we all on black.
He see my face, go to small heart attack.
I respect him.
At least the pistol's playing tag.
He's about to run, hug him down, he collapse.
Pussy, you ain't faster than a Mac.
But when I snap, I have the double.
Heard they took one of mine, so we [Em] going double that.
Ain't never banging, nigga, with your guy.
Yo, who that?
Get the banging out him if he has.
Real life, this is fucking with the rag.
We on that side, you real niggas like.
I'm going to drop 30 on you, get you [E] whacked.
Get you cooked by your murder homie for a sack.
Too late to close the door.
We in the [C] back for him.
Is that four doors trying to [Em] clap?
Sack there, finna put it on the map.
Disrespect it, I dare you.
[C] I'm slamming you slack.
You will not hear you.
I'm knowing this.
That's why I swear I don't feel you stopping with the act.
[Em] I'm going to kill you.
Come up in this sack.
And these bullets [F] going to feel you
ripping through your flesh.
And right in [Em] that field, dude, you could get left.
Ain't no [G] more boom street.
We made them tag.
Watch how [E] G up the score with a bag.
And these bitches that I wanted, I had.
Wishing they freed all our niggas back.
Let us get them.
We going to make it fast.
Soon as they free them, we sliding the jack.
First one to get spotted, get tagged.
Ain't going to keep losing.
Ain't no getting back.
If they do, we kill ten of them fast.
He's damn corrupt.
I was wishing he had funds.
Make a movie, I run it to fat guns.
Stop taking that shit to the mag zone.
Waste the bread in the stew, making bad zones.
I pour A in the two liter [C] mash zone.
But so what?
I'm supposed to do it on my [E] mask zone.
I run up a couple bands on my [B] last zone.
I'm the hardest lil' bitch on my [Bm] last zone.
Like I'm the hardest lil' bitch on my, like, like,
size blah.
Gang, gang, gang, gang.
_ [F#] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [G#] _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _