Chords for Wild For Da Night - Rampage ft Busta Rhymes

_ It's I tire which is a flapper
[Fm] speaker
[C#] _
[Fm] The word on the street is the [C#] rampage return
[Fm] Ha _ [C#] _
_ one time Two [G#] times Three times Four [Fm] times
All my [C#] real live niggas throw your hands up
All my real live bitches throw your hands up
All my husband motherfuckers throw your hands up
All my real live niggas throw your hands up
Like this y'all, got every weight Brooklyn barber that can't rest
Look [G#] success, I'm getting money [C#] progress
[Fm] Traveling for free from state to [C#] state
That's how I get my idea to create
I live motivate
I keep on moving
It's been proven, I make [Fm] death jams like Rick Rue
[C#] I stay on my tippy [Fm] toes
Wrecking shows, [C#] too slow
You can't beat my ill flow
Hit this murky zone, keep low like an Eskimo
After people still carry my phone
Open the door, it's the real outlaw
From black mustangs out show
Giving you more and more
I just came home from tour
It's my time to burn the Rick's floor
I'm coming through the floor with the ax
I'm pulling gas to the max
Proving fact, no faking jacks
I'm the [Fm] baddest man on the wax
[C#] Messing around with my squad, [Fm] you get tapped
Shitting [C#] X-Locks on hot tracks
I can't relax
Breaking back with my NFL quarterback
Flip mode DE, we bring good days to life
Put down your gun and light
I'm in it to win it plus
I'm wilding [Fm] for the night
All my [C#] motherfuckers in the place to [Fm] be
You feel right, throw [C#] your hands up
_ Niggas in the place if you wanna fight
Tell me yes, let's get with it
Cause we wild for [Fm] the night
My flip mode [C#] niggas get in
[Fm] Niggas in [C#] New York get in
[Fm] My niggas in [C#] the West get in
[Fm] People in [C#] the world get in
My niggas uptown, you throw your hands up
In the place, if you feel right, we get in
[Fm] Throw your hands [C#] up, you get in
[Fm] Niggas cross [C#] the land get in
[Fm] My niggas downtown, [C#] we get in
_ Yo, I'm top villain making the killing
Slipping, strip like Terry McMillan
I can't help the way you're feeling
Chaps is killing, drugs are dealing
My thug niggas keep illing
Grand papers higher than the ceiling
Mad and feeling, brothers, you dealing for brown villain
I'm ready and willing, I'm playing lock and chase
You can get my black race, it's bitter
Here's the taste, I'm moving cats like Chase
You about to get laced, 15 across your face
You at the wrong place
You at the wrong time
You didn't use your third vision mind
You sipping wine, your vision is blind
Yo, you can't see the victory
You in the street, it's digging deep
You roll the wind, you roll peeps, you're the black sheep
You up on Tapscot, when your little brother got shot
It's getting hot, now you back around the way
With the same clothes, plus your bum holes
That you chose, they gave up your whereabouts
Where you hang out, who you hang with
Now you got to get your dough split
You wilding for the night
All my motherfuckers now across the land
We feeling right, cause you know we get in
All my niggas across the sea and the earth
Yeah, you know we coming, you know we get in
My flip-mo niggas get in
My out-of-state niggas [Fm] get in
[C#] My cross-country niggas get in
[G#] You know we get in
You know we get in
[Fm] Throw your [C#] hands in the air if you wanna fight
Real life, cause you know we get in
End up getting down in a place [Fm] to be
Flip-mo [C#] squad, yo, we get in
[Fm] My red [C#]-paint niggas get in
[Fm] All of my real [C#]-life niggas get in
[Fm] My sexy [C#]-ass bitches get in
_ All my people across the land and sea
Feel right, cause you know we get in
[Fm] Throw up your [C#] fists and feel right
Cause [Fm] it's time to fight, [C#] motherfucker
We get in
[Fm] _ [C#] Wartime niggas get in
[Fm] Freaky [C#] motherfuckers get in
All my buckshots running in the air
Motherfuckers in the place, you know we get in
[Fm] My flip-mo [C#] niggas get in
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_ [Fm] _ _ [C#] _ _ [Fm] Oh yeah, [C#] that's right, motherfuckers
[Fm] As we continue on, motherfuckers
[C#] _ [Fm] We're gonna bust y'all [C#] on your head constantly
[Fm] Flip-mo squad, bringing it back-to-back
[N] Consecutive shit, that's right
Bust rhymes on the control
Letting y'all niggas dope
When my nigga red-paint the last Boy Scout
Hit y'all motherfuckers on the head
With this shit right here
All y'all competitive motherfuckers
So-called competitive motherfuckers
Who think they in the competitive position
To talk some old competitive shit
Like they really competitive or something
Y'all motherfuckers is gonna realize
How soon y'all gonna be
Going out of business
Going out of [D#m] business
Going out of business
Yes, yes, yes, yes, you've just heard a word
From our sponsor, BustaBust
So I'd just like all of you to just strap yourself
Inside your seats and just take a little trip
As we go towards down the yellow brick road
Inside, cause it's definitely going down _ _ _