Chords for Tommy's Theme

[Bbm] _ uh huh, uh huh, uh huh yea, uh huh, [Fm] uh huh
[Bbm] MADE MAN MOTHERFUCKER
_ _ _ [Ab] [Bbm] MADE MAN _ _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _
_ _ MOTHERFUCKER Yeah Yeah
RUN IN YA MOUTH, I HAVE WITH A GUN IN YA SHELL
CHEW IN YA THROAT [Fm] LOOK NOW YA SON IS IN [Bbm] DOUBT
WHETHER OR NOT, he should think of pullin his Glock
Matter of fact, my [Fm] nigga got a [Bbm] gun to his back
Squeeze three, turn him around and give him a smack
Take the joint off [Db] his waist and hit him with [Bbm] that
Shit is for real, so niggas better get in and chill
Ain't the bullets that'll [Db] kill, it's a nigga with [Bbm] will
Just give me the word, all my niggas get it with birds
I'm from the hood, so I [Fm] stood on the curb
Nigga, you [Bbm] heard?
Die in a war, I'll probably resurrect on the floor
Then get up, yelling [F] for more, banging the [Bbm] four
Nigga, we made, touch more niggas than AIDS
Bust my gun at the [Fm] sun just to sit in the [Bbm] shade
We living it up, got big niggas shriveling up
Sick in [F] they house, dying with they dick in they [Bbm] mouth
Pitching a swing, you oughta be kissing my ring
I'm doing my thing, lower your money out of the bank
You gon' even be a guy with a king, cream of the crop
One phone [Db] call and the Ninas'll [Bbm] pop
Loving the wealth, fucking I'ma do it myself
For my juvenile [Fm] niggas, state pen [Bbm] niggas
LOX niggas, they made men niggas
Run in the truck, hit the [Db] dashboard, turn on the [Bbm] lights
I hit the switch twice, some shit come out that's in your life
Wheels, revolvers, no [Fm] shells, who [Bbm] the fuck won't tell
But for the big crews, I let my shit go
Brrra-ta-ta-ta-ta, etch out fairies
And watch them make a pile like the World Series won
I told y'all about fucking with some
Study my guns from the [Fm] biggest to the littlest [Bbm] ones
22 behind the air, in the big shit that we kill deers with
Be on [Fm] the roof on some dead president [Bbm] shit
Long scope, barrel all open to the public, I love it
Fuck [Fm] it, I'ma take the [Bbm] rifle home and hug it
What you know about [F] that love?
Black loves, [Bbm] no backup
Only this [Fm] vest, only these tefts, [Bbm] only these lefts
Fisherman knifes, they cuttin' your chest
If I get jerked, it's like one nigga in the army that fucked up
The whole squad gon' do push-ups till somebody pays me
But instead of [F] calisthenics, y'all gon' push up [Bbm] pigsies You crazy?
Now what the fuck was y'all thinkin'?
I'll leave your body where your boys be at for a weekend
Niggas comin' out the store like, what the fuck you thinkin'?
I _ [Fm] say [Bbm] rap over hangman tracks
And make hot wax, nigga, with the LOX [Fm] cats
Bad boys and [Bbm] made men, mad mayhem
Will leave you all tired and shot up at the day's end
[Fm] Sprayin' rounds in you [Bbm] from every level caliber
[F] My calicles automatically [Bbm] mechanical, botanical garden dojo
Fuck a sergeant with my folder
Roll [Fm] like Red October over [Bbm] small soldier
Your flak [Fm] jacket won't react when [Bbm] I splash it
And your dome's gon' catch it off my laser beam gadget
Steal your [Fm] bitch like a bass in the game [Bbm] of baseball
And don't sweat [Fm] lookin' for E, I can't wait [Bbm] to fix y'all
If my [Fm] name's called out, y'all niggas gon' [Bbm] fall out of position
Cause punk MCing is like snitching
Get hung from [Fm] third tier in your underwear
[Bbm] Pour a light of fluid in your hair
And spark it up for the new year
You rap with eight pounds of heavy [F] metal
Like a [Bbm] rockstar, twin barrettas
I over-indebted, positions locked down
I'm [Fm] with the LOX now, you better clear [Bbm] your block now
My gattin' average, say a thousand, a major league
I make you bleed, my aim's bueno, we play no
Games with [Fm] you niggas cause you small [Bbm] prep
I clap you in your [F] hallway, run you for [Bbm] all your riches
While bums fuckin' all your bitches
I play the back, press playback
[Fm] You know that, my team [Bbm] wanna hear that
They bloodthirsty, certainly kill those who hurt me
My maid [Fm] man, worthy, putting slugs [Bbm] through your derby
Benzino make you finito, you're all done
Don't trust a [Fm] nigga in the back while you [Bbm] riding shotgun
Bitch, you wild, criminal, skill to kill when the beat spills
Spark into a windmill, cold hearted, feel the chill
Internationally known, nationally recognized
Locally accepted from my peeps in the streets
Cause they know I rep it
Don't get caught in the path of something that is man-made
Something [Fm] hell-raised, bred to twist a [Bbm] nigga sideways
It's wild all over, they starting out young
The shells come and hell [Fm] come, they [Bbm] kicking dust from
The south's dirty, dirty, up north it's filthy
The east is [Fm] a jungle, the west is [Bbm] wild, feel me
So I spit the hot shit like Glock, Lempsipian
You feeling them, receiving what dispersed from the other end
Jesus got the strength for 20 men high off the head
Got no other [Fm] way to live my life but live it [Bbm] in sin
Cause Rosemary's baby got the devil [Fm] within
I make it hot when you wanna blow the spot
[Bbm] Say wind or say locks, it made men, nigga _ _ _ _
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