Tom: D# minor•
Verse 1
Cb
Abm
Bbm
Yeah (Space Rabbit)
Yeah- yeah (yeah)
Yeah- yeah (Space Rabbit push a space
coupe straight out of Monaco, yeah)
Abm
I pray the choppa never jam on me,
Gb
yeah
E#dim
I pray the Lord puts his hands on
me (yeah), yeah- yeah
Ebm
I pray the choppa never jam
Verse 2
DEA and detective done got
Ebm
me cuffed on that ambulance
Abm
Nigga ain't no solvin' no murders,
E#dim
welcome to Murderland
E#m
Send a hit and scratch off a hit,
bitch, I'm the murder man
Ebm
Pray the Lord puts his hands on me
Bbm
And I know I took a risk with this shit
when I put my hands on it
Ebm
All my enemies watchin',
Abm
they plot and plan on me
Ebm
They gon' end up one of them dead
homies
Verse 3
Ebm
'Cause how can a nigga stand on
it when it ain't the truth?
Cb
Pussy niggas ran on me when
Abm
Motherfuck a friend,
got them bitches out my crew
Gb
E#dim
I know you wouldn't fuck with me
E#m
if I didn't have no loot
'Cause I'm the one
Ebm
that push a hard line
Tell me what niggas know
about hard times
Bbm
Empty stomach get you
the heart to go do a homicide
Ebm
I know some bitch niggas that snitch,
Ebm
Still a rich nigga with
mob ties
Verse 4
Cb
'Cause, nigga, we was locked in
Me and six of my niggas
We was pushin' that molly,
Ebm
Bbm
powder and hard ten
Back when bitches,
they used to play with my heart then
Police might shoot me and kill
Abm
me over my dark skin
Man, this game got me dark- hearted
Gb
Smoke a chain like a alcoholic,
don't get me started
E#m
I thought we was gon' thug
E#dim
it out to the end
But I guess that shit just
wasn't on the plans
Ebm
I pray this choppa never jam
Verse 5
Shoot him if he ain't DOA,
Ebm
we shoot up the am bulance
Abm
Nigga ain't no solvin' no murders,
E#dim
welcome to Murderland
E#m
Bulletproof my shit, they might hit it, bitch,
I'm the murder man
Ebm
Dead nigga put his hands on me
Bbm
I might pop another bottle and pour
one out for your dead homie
Ebm
Swear my friends turnin' fed
Ebm
Man, they pussy niggas,
might take a stand on me
Verse 6
Ebm
But how can a nigga stand on
it when it ain't the truth?
Cb
Pussy niggas ran on me when
it's time to shoot
Abm
She think I'm her man, baby,
I'm just knockin' boots
Gb
E#dim
I know you wouldn't fuck with me
E#m
if I didn't have no loot
Ebm
'Cause I'm the one that push a hard line
Tell me what bitches know
about hard times
Bbm
Empty stomach get you the heart
Ebm
to go do a homicide
Know some bitch niggas that snitch,
Ebm
Still a rich nigga with mob
ties
Verse 7
Cb
'Cause, nigga, we was locked in
Me and six of my niggas
We was pushin' that molly,
Bbm
powder and hard ten
Back when bitches,
they used to play with my heart then
Police might shoot me and kill
Abm
me over my dark skin
Man, this game got me dark- hearted
Gb
Smoke a chain like a alcoholic,
don't get me started
E#m
I thought we was gon' thug
E#dim
it out to the end
But I guess that shit just
wasn't on the plans
Db
Ebm
Gb
I pray this choppa never jam
Verse 8
Bb
I pray this choppa never
jam (yeah- yeah)
Ebm
I pray this choppa never jam on
Ebm
Bb
I pray the Lord puts his hands
on me (yeah- yeah)
Bbsus4
Ebm
I pray this choppa never jam
Abm
Ebm
I pray this choppa never
jam (yeah- yeah)
I pray this choppa never
Cb
jam on me (yeah- yeah)
Bb
Gb
Bbm
Ebm
I pray the Lord puts his hands on me (yeah- yeah)
Outro 1
Cb
Abm
Bbm
Ebm
Cb
Abm
Bbm
Cb#m
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E#dim
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Db
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Cb#m
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