Tom: F# minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
Em
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We never heard of yo clique but they heard of us
Em
They put em down,
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D
we liftin them burners up
Em
You keep sayin word to your mother
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D
but word to what?
Em
I don't give a fuck about
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none of these niggas
Em
I turn it up,
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D
Em
Come on, come on, killas
Here go my cup,
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give me some more liquor
Em
Open this back window,
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let me dump on niggas
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It's my era,
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I'm bout to turn it up on niggas
Verse 2
Em
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Peace to the New York Knickerbockers,
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the plot got thicker
Em
Cuz now they got the Brooklyn
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Nets and Barclays Center
Em
Hel lo Mrs. and Mr.,
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cousins, brothers and sisters
Em
Ladies and gentlemen,
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children prisons of finger printers
Em
Snakes who like to slither,
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wolves, monkeys, gorillas
Em
Vet erans and beginners,
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righteous people and sinners
Em
Gamblers, losers and winners,
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ice grillers and grinners
Em
Hope you all some good swimmers
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cuz I'm as deep as the river
Em
I'm the bad guy,
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just like the Joker and Riddler
Em
Bad as Mike in his prime,
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man in the mirror in Thriller
Em
You ain't a real man,
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Em
you can't even use the shitter
You a pussycat,
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you probably got kitty litter
Em
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Kill rich niggas in chinchilla
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Em
Representing for the wig- splitters
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and skid bitters who gets realer
Em
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Like Beenie Man, carjack a bitch nigga
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Who got the keys to the Jeep?
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Sim Simmer
Verse 3
Em
C
We never heard of yo clique
D
but they heard of us
Em
They put em down,
C
D
we liftin them burners up
Em
You keep sayin word to your mother
C
D
but word to what?
Em
I don't give a fuck about
C
D
none of these niggas
Em
I turn it up,
C
D
Em
Come on, come on, killas
Here go my cup,
C
D
give me some more liquor
Em
Open this back window,
C
let me dump on niggas
D
It's my era,
C
D
I'm bout to turn it up on niggas
Verse 4
Em
When my oral deliver
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it's such a moral dilemma
Em
I don't quarrel with quitters,
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I give em sorrow and shimmers
Em
You think your artists is iller just
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cause his car from the dealer?
Em
This music char is bitter,
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cause yall some horrible spitters
Em
When I swallow the liquor,
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I write a marvelous scripture
Em
Start drawing a picture cause
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I'm immortal my nigga
Em
Beef is played out so
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I don't bother with niggas
Em
But as long as it's tender I
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eat your squad up for dinner
Em
Put my palms on the trigger
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and shoot you all in yo liver
Em
In jure all of you niggas,
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I'm cool and calm as a killer
Em
Your man styling from fingers,
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man who are you? Vanilla
Em
Ice - I'm Suge Knight,
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hang em off the balcony with ya
Em
Since I deserve scrilla, I learned
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to flip birds quicker
Em
Had to hit curves with the hustler
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s and to emerge richer
Em
C
Back when Dipset was
sippin sizzurp nigga
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C
My jewelery was black and yellow just
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C
like the Pittsburgh Steelers
Em
C
D
We never heard of yo clique but they heard of us
Verse 5
Em
They put em down,
C
D
we liftin them burners up
Em
You keep sayin word to your mother
C
D
but word to what?
Em
I don't give a fuck about
C
D
none of these niggas
Em
I turn it up,
C
D
Em
Come on, come on, killas
Here go my cup,
C
D
give me some more liquor
Em
Open this back window,
C
let me dump on niggas
D
It's my era,
C
D
I'm bout to turn it up on niggas
Verse 6
Em
I'm on that money train,
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making dead president stops
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Em
Robbed the liquor store just
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D
so we can get some Ciroc
Em
C
Ate Corn Flakes, no Fruity Pebbles and Pops
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Em
Got chased by the stray dogs when I
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D
fled though the block
Em
Bought a 50- cent razor,
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now I'm ready to rock
Em
I step to your block with
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D
a George Jefferson bop
Em
I cut him cross peddle bike,
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he bled to his socks
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Cuz Miles didn't have a chain
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when I peddled and popped
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Em
My leather bomber was better
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than that pleather you rocked
Em
I wore old bomber way before
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Em
Michelle and Barack
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I heard up North you wasn't reppin a lot
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Em
You never caught a 10- 3, you
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respected the cops
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Em
How you gon use that jail
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shit to try to get to the top?
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Em
You woke up in PC, never
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slept in a box
Em
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He said he hungry so I fed him the ox
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My gun is like an independent record label,
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Heckler and Koch
Verse 7
Em
C
We never heard of yo clique
D
but they heard of us
Em
They put em down,
C
D
we liftin them burners up
Em
You keep sayin word to your mother
C
D
but word to what?
Em
I don't give a fuck about
C
D
none of these niggas
Em
I turn it up,
C
D
Em
Come on, come on, killas
Here go my cup,
C
D
give me some more liquor
Em
Open this back window,
C
let me dump on niggas
D
It's my era,
C
D
I'm bout to turn it up on niggas
Verse 8
Em
Turn up
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Now I come back
Em
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Keep it underground hardcore
Em
Turn up
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Now I come back
Em
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Keep it underground hardcore
Em
Turn up
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Now I come back
Em
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Keep it underground hardcore
Em
Turn up
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Papoose, Papoose
Em
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Em
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Em
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