Tonart: Db major
Verse 1
B
Em
My name is the Scarecrow
B
Busters they approach,
Em
they really don't know me too well
B
I put in the 50 round magazine watchin'
D
Em
them spin as I empty the shells
B
Bodies are smackin' the mud,
Em
bustas are con stantly donating blood
B
I pull the sawed off out my coat pump it twice
D
Em
and watch it tear up your hood n' run
B
Oh, no me do not
Verse 2
mind my
Em
part in genocide
B
Oh, no me do not mind
D
committing homicide
Em
B
Although the way you live is
Em
how you must die
B
The Scarecrow will try his
best to take your life
A
Em
'Cause I know you will try to take mine
B
Em
I do onto others before they do onto me
B
And my fingers refuse to release
Verse 3
when I'm
Em
A
Em
squeezin' the trigger on nina milli
B
'Cause suckers be trying to take all the things
you been working so hard for
Em
D#m
B
But I can't hit the floor,
D
Em
I would rather go out in the smoke
B
And so I'll do what I'll have to do
Em
B
I don't want to kill you,
D
yet I will, fool
Em
B
Before Lord Infamous take a fall,
Em
I'll spray all of y'all
B
Aw, mane, they got my back
Dm
D#m
against the wall
B
Oh,
Verse 4
Bbm
that's how it is in the ghetto
D#m
D#sus4
D#m
A
G#
(I got my back against the wall,
D#sus4
D#m
wall, wall)
B
Bbm
D#sus4
All the player haters and jeal ousy in
D#m
A
G#m
G#
D#m
D#sus4
D#m
the ghetto
B
Bbm
Childrens crying,
D#sus4
A
homies dying
G#m
G#
(I got my back against the
wall, wall, wall)
D#sus4
D#m
B
Bbm
D#m
It's how it is in the
D#sus4
D#m
A
G#m
G#
ghetto
D#m
F#
D#m
Pop, pop, pop, another trick sucka dropped
F#
Dm
F
Pop, pop, pop,
Dm
Ab
Dm
another trick sucka dropped
Ebm
Pop, pop, pop,
Gb
Ebm
another trick sucka dropped
Dm
Pop, pop, pop,
Dm
G#
another trick sucka dropped
G#m
D
A quarter after twelve,
Verse 5
Em
B
I'm still cruising down them back streets
Em
On my job a dead body already
B
lies on the passenger seat
D
Em
B
Just did one for the money now
I'll do two for the show and
Em
When I drop the third body I'm
B
gettin' ready to hit the road
D
Em
B
I'm spendin' bloody money in the streets,
Em
'cause that's all that I got
B
From ones I've laid in the past and
the new heads I just cracked
D
Em
B
But all had to go sour when
some fools tried to rush
C
Em
The tables turning before my eyes,
B
Em
now it's me they trying to touch
Dm
Em
B
I put the pedal to the mizzetal, strap
my fo- fifty five my seventy two
Em
I looked up in the rearview
B
They still comin',
Em
Dm
them fools must got one too
Em
B
Comin' up on the side, it's on,
I feel they can't be real
The dead body I was transport
Em
B
ing fell on my lap
I'm liftin' it up,
Em
they getting my steel
B
They started lettin' 'em off, I tried to ram 'em,
Em
the telephone post on the sidewalk
B
Em
Dm
I got intentions to cram 'em, smack
Em
B
! I laughed as them fools take a fall
Em
B
Not even on my roster for the day but
Dm
D#m
my back was against da wall
B
Oh,
Verse 6
Bbm
D#sus4
that's how it is in the
D#m
A
ghetto
G#m
G#
(I got my back against the wall,
D#m
wall, wall)
B
A#m
When a gun is to your head,
D#m
D#sus4
A
G#m
G#
D#m
D#sus4
there's nothing left to be said in the ghetto
D#m
B
A#m
D#m
You better watch your back 'cause
A
you might get car jacked
G#m
G#
D#m
(I got my back against the wall,
wall, wall)
B
A#m
That's how it is in the
D#m
A
G#m
G#
ghetto
G#m
D#m
F#
Pop, pop, pop,
D#m
F#
another trick sucka dropped
Dm
Pop, pop, pop,
Dm
G#
another trick sucka dropped
D
D#m
Pop, pop, pop,
F#
D#m
F#
another trick sucka dropped
Dm
F
Pop, pop, pop,
Dm
G#
D
another trick sucka dropped
A
I'm that
Verse 7
Em
fool you don't know,
B
Em
I'm that one you can't see
That'll be scopin' with that gat
B
Em
infrared behind the trees
D
Em
You gon' drop to your knees,
B
Em
you gon' yell, "Brother, please"
All the police on your force gon'
B
Em
be scared to witness me
D
Em
When you see me in the traffic psy
B
Em
chopathic killer ad dict
B
Kidnappin' MPD's,
D
choppin' heads off with the hatchet
Em
B
Throwin' 'em in a rotted ditch while
Em
the night is filled with mis t
Mystic styles 'bout the killers
B
Em
A
from the six double six
Verse 8
Em
B
In the alley's not a bum,
Em
just a gang creepin' low
B
Fourty four is the tool,
D
pluggin' hoes in the 'fro
Em
B
Break the law on a slaw cop
Em
cause I'm down to blast
B
Paul and Infamous scrapped with the nine in they lap,
D
Em
plus the stash
Crunchy Black at the hideout,
B
Em
smokin' quarter pounds
B
(Smothered by the weed bomb)
Em
D
First contestants fallin' down,
Em
B
flag covered up over the casket
Em
Bitch we leavin' a dead cop surrender,
no cousin, no friend, no son
B
Sooner or later,
E
Dm
D#m
no matter your crews gon' drop
B
Oh,
Verse 9
Bbm
D#m
D#sus4
that's how it is
A
in the ghetto
G#m
G#
(I got my back against the
D#m
wall, wall, wall)
B
Bbm
D#sus4
Mothers crying 'cause their babies are
A
G#m
G#
D#m
D#sus4
D#m
dying in the ghetto
B
Bbm
D#m
D#sus4
One time, some are straight,
D#m
A
G#
some from the TEC
(I got my back against the wall,
D#sus4
D#m
wall, wall)
B
Bbm
D#sus4
A
G#
Oh, in the ghetto,
D#m
yeah
Verse 10
D#m
F#
Yeah, best believe it, Three 6 Mafia
Dm
in the house for the nine five
A#
With the all new GimiSum Family,
D
D#m
bring it to your doo,r fool
F#
D#m
'Til it just don't pay no mo'
F#
We out
Outro 1
Dm
G#
D
Em
B
Em
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