Tonart: C minor•
Verse 1
Cm
Hey Mimi
E
Am
G
F#m
E
A
Word?
Cm
Gm
E
A
G
Get 'em boy, get 'em boy!
B
Cm
B
Cm
Get 'em boy! Get 'em boy! Boy!
Verse 2
Cm
Gm
Cm
X is comin' for ya,
can't do nothin' for ya
Gm
Eb
Cm
Gm
'Cause X is com in' for ya
Cm
Run, hide, duck, duck
Bb
Cm
We don't give a fuck, fuck
Verse 3
can't do nothin' for ya
Eb
Gm
'Cause X is comin' for ya
Bb
Ab
Run, hide, duck, duck
We don't give a fuck, fuck
Verse 4
Cm
Turn out the lights (What?) then
I done juked nine lives
Don't get scared now nigga,
Gm
Cm
finish it 'cause you started it
Gm
Watch shit grow out of control,
Cm
Bb
now you want no part of it (c'mon)
Gm
Cm
Nigga, where yo' heart at? Tell
me what you made of
Gm
Cm
Already lost a stripe 'cause I
Gm
Cm
know what you afraid of
We both know you pussy,
Gm
but I ain't gonna say nuttin'
Bb
Gm
Just hit a nigga off,
Ab
Gm
and you can stay frontin'
Ab
Cm
I gotcha back for now,
Eb
Gm
'til I cased the joint (what?)
Cm
Plus, give the Feds a real good
Gm
Cm
place to point (what?)
We laced the joint,
Gm
I ain't gonna front I had my hands full
Cm
Glad to be alive, but you like,
that's that bull
Ab
Cm
But now you know, what you get,
Ab
Gm
when you fuckin' wit
Cm
'Cause you shoulda left alone,
now you stuck in shit
Stuck in shit,
Bb
Cm
'til that headpiece gets blazed
Bb
Ab
Gm
Screamin this, ah, cease to the grave
Ab
Cm
Its over, at least for you it is
It don't take the coroner,
to see how true it is
I knew these kid,
Gm
but did that stop me from gettin' 'em, screamin'
Cm
It was all for the money,
Bb
Cm
while I'm hittin' and splittin' him down
Gm
From his nose to his nuts (what?)
Cm
Fire department comin',
put the hose to his guts (what?)
Washed away,
Gm
just like dirt when it rains
Cm
Bb
Gm
And now be cause of you,
Ab
Gm
Ab
Gm
Ab
Cm
I hurt when it rains
Verse 5
can't do nothin' for ya
Eb
Cm
Gm
'Cause X is comin' for ya
Cm
Run, hide, duck, duck
Bb
Ab
Cm
We don't give a fuck, fuck
Verse 6
can't do nothin' for ya
Gm
Cm
Bb
'Cause X is comin' for ya
Gm
Bb
Ab
Run, hide, duck, duck
We don't give a fuck, fuck
Verse 7
Cm
Ab
My real name is Damien and my
Cm
Gm
girl's name is Carrie
Cm
That Poltergeist bitch is hot,
but too young to marry
Gm
That nigga Satan be fakin' mad
Cm
Bb
jacks so I taxed his ass
Gm
Cm
Every chance I get,
is just another hit (uh, uh, uh, what?)
Ab
Another nigga split, to the white meat,
Takin' up room in the morgue under a
white sheet (c'mon)
That's what you get for tryin'
Bb
Cm
to take it there (uhh)
Bb
Gm
Ab
But with this Desert Eagle
Gm
Ab
in your mouth
You cryin' 'bout let's make
Cm
Sometimes it takes pain to make the
Gm
Cm
brain a little smarter (uh-huh)
When I think the rain will stop,
it only starts to rain harder (uh-huh)
Part of the game is niggas
Bb
Gm
wanna become famous
Cm
And doin the same shit I do,
Bb
Ab
remain nameless (uh, uh, uh, uh)
Gm
Cm
Gm
Cm
Jag money (what?) so I gots ta bag money
I ain't laughin',
but yo it's mad funny (c'mon)
I used to talk about that shit you got
Gm
But you ain't never got that shit
when that shit get hot!
Ab
Cm
Runnin' up in the spot with,
Gm
two niggas from Israel
Cm
'Cause it is real, you did squeal,
now how you think yo' kids feel?
Knowin' you died a snitch,
Bb
Cm
Gm
I look in yo' and see a bitch
Cm
Bb
Wasn't surprised to see
Cm
Let's make it quick,
I got a flight at 6 goin' to Pakistan
So let this nigga know, I know he pussy,
I'ma smack his man (uhh)
Fuckin' Willie niggas and silly niggas
Gm
Ab
I'd rather be eatin' off a plate
Gm
With all them Baltimore and Philly
niggas (what?)
Cm
'Cause I done took about
as much I can stand
A nigga smilin' in my face like they
my motherfuckin' man
Gm
Aiyyo, it gets a lot worse,
Cm
Gm
'cause there's a curse (what?)
Cm
That says, the reward for bein' real,
is the hearse
Ab
Before you turn thirty,
Cm
Ab
Cm
cause the dirty shit you did (uhh)
Catches up and get you right
when you thought you slid
It's gettin' dark,
and with the cold to the heart
Dm
Cm
You realize,
Bb
Gm
Ab
you ain't gonna see your shorty
Cm
Old enough to walk, for real
Verse 8
can't do nothin' for ya
Eb
Cm
Bb
'Cause X is comin' for ya
Cm
Run, hide, duck, duck
Bb
Ab
Cm
We don't give a fuck, fuck
Verse 9
can't do nothin' for ya
Ab
Bb
'Cause X is comin' for ya
Ab
Run, hide, duck, duck
Outro 1
We don't give a fuck, fuck
Cm
Cm
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