Chords for Wu-Tang Clan - People Say ft. Redman

Tempo:
90.05 bpm
Chords used:

Cm

Fm

Eb

Ab

D

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Wu-Tang Clan - People Say ft. Redman chords
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[Cm] But still, if one of their [Eb] men is so ferocious, don't worry about it.
The disciples are now well aware of the fact that my kung fu is unbeatable.
Brother!
[Cm] We're trapped!
Shaolin heroes, you must [Fm] take command!
No, Britain.
You are a [Cm] traitor!
A vengeful bastard!
[Fm] I rely on you!
My heart turned [Cm] gold, I'm a product of the block.
We used to cook the product in the pot.
Add soda, turn the product into rock.
It's in my DNA, you see it started with my pops.
In this heyday, he probably put your father in the box.
In my heyday, I probably put the product in my sock.
Ain't no vacay, the props become a crawler when it's hot.
Mayday, mayday, but don't charge.
I'm nutty with the bars, that's a payday.
Sober, this ain't even a bar, this is a day.
Back up in the trunk with the [Eb] AK.
Each line pack a fabulous punch, no dis to Fray J.
Nah, see I don't dab and I don't nay nay.
Got bottles coming [Cm] now, warriors come out and play in.
Just know I'm grade A, get a slice of [Fm] bread.
Okay, some hoods love me, some would like me [Cm] dead.
Okay, my goon hungry, his eyes is [Fm] red.
Buddy clumsy, go oop, suck the sides of your [Eb] head.
We are droid post suckers.
Range rope, split up the rucka.
Me a [Cm] thousand chains on, I got put on with luck.
Evergreen baggies, selling capsules.
Running the classroom, slick bastards.
Getting creamed, yelling cash roll.
Smell like Pacquiao, but under the leather.
Hole a Mac, one oak.
Up and up in one oak, the Grammy hour.
Co-chemist, taste the flow, it's numb.
Knees on top or I'm blunt.
North can get back, salute me then warn them out.
Off to the races, my blazers ain't beaching.
They want to spray shit, get LFN blown for stalking.
Race shit, jammies carry nitrogen.
Light up a session like I'm on [Eb] Vicodin.
[Cm] Fuck with the righteous men and we fighting it.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, the rebels is [Fm] here.
Medals and gear, getting fried off of medical.
That's [Cm] incredible, the flyest.
The most notorious white [Fm] sap of those liars.
[Ab] Off niggas' heads like [Cm] the Bayerns.
Before I holly, red light in the Bob Molly.
So I can cipher God bodies from the John Gottis.
Everybody a boss, saying they times money.
Women injections, leave them with the odd bodies.
Babies having babies, wearing Old Navy.
Robbing old ladies, that's a product of no home training.
I show you the ropes, I'm narrating Al Hayman.
[Eb] I told [Cm] Lighty if I hate him, I'ma violate him.
I'm not a shooter, but I know shooters.
And if them shooters don't shoot up, I go suit up.
Red [Eb] man and the W is televised.
We ain't the [Cm] niggas, media tell a hell of lies.
This a campfire of a [Fm] vampire.
I don't sleep when hot beats through the [Cm] amplifier.
And that nigga got something to [Fm] say.
I'm like, yeah, okay, y'all corny [Cm] anyway, doc.
[Eb] My [Ab]
[Cm] team hard, making them lean hard.
You see more riders lined up than you see at a theme park.
My queen hot, making the scene pop.
Routine, I'm online gangsters.
I'm giving them screenshots.
Hard white lyrics to guard right.
Twisting the tail, sick as hell.
Christian Bale from the Dark Knight.
On site, fogging your fog lights.
Your dogs like Swayze at the Roadhouse.
Damn for the bar fight.
Like this, like a IG pic.
Before the scene, Hawks 24.
Lord, I been on that beat shit.
Pussy, you whack.
Something like a cheap trick.
Mike in the Billie Jean vid.
I got the streets lit.
Shining star, find another.
You gonna [Fm] find it hard.
Certain death that could walk off with [Cm] minor scars.
Fire squad, defying the [Fm] odds.
In the flow, silent semi.
Just me behind [Cm] the bars.
Sparks off the bulletproof.
Gang face intensity.
Plot ingenuity.
Tech criminology.
Sharp at thematically.
Certified, recognized by every eye worldwide.
Back to the [Eb] streets of the do or die.
[Cm] Hustler, I understand politics.
Consistent, never quit.
Superstar, write hits.
Come have a listen, y'all.
Getting money flipping it, scripting it, recording it.
Fans been appalled at it.
Ship a hundred mil, they bought into the start of it.
Coach like heroin, coke mixed with dope.
Have an overdose, cardiac.
A loss, spend the beat back.
[Eb] Watch the [Cm] magnetica track him, club pack him.
They stiff cause wisdom is swift when I'm [Fm] attacking.
[Cm]
[Fm] [Cm] How did everybody get these deals?
You got all these whack ass motherfuckers getting deals.
These pussy ass motherfuckers.
Wu-Tang, they getting deals.
And everybody got [Eb] a deal.
And everybody having [Cm] this shit.
And Wu-Tang, [D] we the best. Hawks!
Hawks!
[Eb]
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Cm
13421113
Fm
123111111
Eb
12341116
Ab
134211114
D
1321
Cm
13421113
Fm
123111111
Eb
12341116
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Let's start jamming Wu-Tang Clan - People Say chords, Practice these chords sequence - Cm, Fm, Cm, Eb and Cm. For best results, commence at 45 BPM and progress to the song's BPM of 90. Configure the capo to your vocal range and chord preference, remembering the key of Eb Major.

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_ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ But still, if one of their [Eb] men is so ferocious, don't worry about it.
The disciples are now well aware of the fact that my kung fu is unbeatable.
Brother!
[Cm] We're trapped!
Shaolin heroes, you must [Fm] take command!
No, Britain.
You are a [Cm] traitor!
A vengeful bastard!
[Fm] I rely on you!
_ _ My heart turned [Cm] gold, I'm a product of the block.
We used to cook the product in the pot.
Add soda, turn the product into rock.
It's in my DNA, you see it started with my pops.
In this heyday, he probably put your father in the box.
In my heyday, I probably put the product in my sock.
Ain't no vacay, the props become a crawler when it's hot.
Mayday, mayday, but don't charge.
I'm nutty with the bars, that's a payday.
Sober, this ain't even a bar, this is a day.
Back up in the trunk with the [Eb] AK.
Each line pack a fabulous punch, no dis to Fray J.
Nah, see I don't dab and I don't nay nay.
Got bottles coming [Cm] now, warriors come out and play in.
Just know I'm grade A, get a slice of [Fm] bread.
Okay, some hoods love me, some would like me [Cm] dead.
Okay, my goon hungry, his eyes is [Fm] red.
Buddy clumsy, go oop, suck the sides of your [Eb] head.
We are droid post suckers.
Range rope, split up the rucka.
Me a [Cm] thousand chains on, I got put on with luck.
Evergreen baggies, selling capsules.
Running the classroom, slick bastards.
Getting creamed, yelling cash roll.
Smell like Pacquiao, but under the leather.
Hole a Mac, one oak.
Up and up in one oak, the Grammy hour.
Co-chemist, taste the flow, it's numb.
Knees on top or I'm blunt.
North can get back, salute me then warn them out.
Off to the races, my blazers ain't beaching.
They want to spray shit, get LFN blown for stalking.
Race shit, jammies carry nitrogen.
Light up a session like I'm on [Eb] Vicodin.
[Cm] Fuck with the righteous men and we fighting it.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, the rebels is [Fm] here.
Medals and gear, getting fried off of medical.
That's [Cm] incredible, the flyest.
The most notorious white [Fm] sap of those liars.
[Ab] Off niggas' heads like [Cm] the Bayerns.
Before I holly, red light in the Bob Molly.
So I can cipher God bodies from the John Gottis.
Everybody a boss, saying they times money.
Women injections, leave them with the odd bodies.
Babies having babies, wearing Old Navy.
Robbing old ladies, that's a product of no home training.
I show you the ropes, I'm narrating Al Hayman.
[Eb] I told [Cm] Lighty if I hate him, I'ma violate him.
I'm not a shooter, but I know shooters.
And if them shooters don't shoot up, I go suit up.
Red [Eb] man and the W is televised.
We ain't the [Cm] niggas, media tell a hell of lies.
This a campfire of a [Fm] vampire.
I don't sleep when hot beats through the [Cm] amplifier.
And that nigga got something to [Fm] say.
I'm like, yeah, okay, y'all corny [Cm] anyway, doc. _
_ [Eb] _ My [Ab] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] team hard, making them lean hard.
You see more riders lined up than you see at a theme park.
My queen hot, making the scene pop.
Routine, I'm online gangsters.
I'm giving them screenshots.
Hard white lyrics to guard right.
Twisting the tail, sick as hell.
Christian Bale from the Dark Knight.
On site, fogging your fog lights.
Your dogs like Swayze at the Roadhouse.
Damn for the bar fight.
Like this, like a IG pic.
Before the scene, Hawks 24.
Lord, I been on that beat shit.
Pussy, you whack.
Something like a cheap trick.
Mike in the Billie Jean vid.
I got the streets lit.
Shining star, find another.
You gonna [Fm] find it hard.
Certain death that could walk off with [Cm] minor scars.
Fire squad, defying the [Fm] odds.
In the flow, silent semi.
Just me behind [Cm] the bars.
Sparks off the bulletproof.
Gang face intensity.
Plot ingenuity.
Tech criminology.
Sharp at thematically.
Certified, recognized by every eye worldwide.
Back to the [Eb] streets of the do or die.
[Cm] Hustler, I understand politics.
Consistent, never quit.
Superstar, write hits.
Come have a listen, y'all.
Getting money flipping it, scripting it, recording it.
Fans been appalled at it.
Ship a hundred mil, they bought into the start of it.
Coach like heroin, coke mixed with dope.
Have an overdose, cardiac.
A loss, spend the beat back.
[Eb] Watch the [Cm] magnetica track him, club pack him.
They stiff cause wisdom is swift when I'm [Fm] attacking.
_ _ _ [Cm] _ _
_ _ [Fm] _ _ _ [Cm] How did everybody get these deals?
You got all these whack ass motherfuckers getting deals.
These pussy ass motherfuckers.
Wu-Tang, they getting deals.
And everybody got [Eb] a deal.
And everybody having [Cm] this shit.
And Wu-Tang, [D] we the best. Hawks!
Hawks!
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

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This song is part of The Saga Continues album.

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