Tonart: Bb major
Verse 1
B
Am
(Prodigy talking)
B
Am
G
Yeah, that's right, of course
C
Bm
B
C
uh,
Bm
Am
B
Am
G
Am
B
uh
Verse 2
Field Marshal P
B
Am
Soldier you step inside my room salute
B
When P say something it's
the truth
Am
The Universe is my wit
B
Am
ness (uh huh)
It's all what these demon
Am
G
It's all our leaders that got hit
Am
It's all the shooters that
Hit our leaders too
Verse 3
B
Am
on the streets I'ma King
B
Am
Push it to the maximum when
I do my thang
G
My words will shock you
C
Am
My songs will scare you
B
You fit to die real soon,
Am
B
let me pre pare you
Am
B
Abm
For that rectangle box, you deserve to die
Am
B
You dirty lil fuck you ungrateful,
B
I'll have my nigga Un take care of you
Am
Bm
Or my nigga Fox, you just light work
B
Am
Abm
Am
Real simple i'll pick up the pistol and
Hit up your temple
G
Am
De molish your rental, you cheap fuck
B
Bury 'em in his cheap suit
you're not a revolutionary
You're a punk
B
Abm
You're not a rebel soldier just
G
Am
I'ma insurgent, I put work
B
Am
In, check my card, listen to my verses
Interlude 1
Am
B
Am
G
C
Bm
B
Am
B
Am
B
Am
G
Am
Verse 4
Am
in the rap world I'ma god
B
I only hear the facts I'm
Am
Death to your garbage
G
C
I only spit the rap, if the shit's real
B
Am
Bm
I only lie to the police on the real
Am
New York Pricks and Dicks
(NYPD) know the deal
B
They wanna do the kid like
G
C
Fuck that, it be a racist cop buried there
B
Am
With the bagpipe music, I'll burn another L
Bm
Am
To amazing grace, what a perfect song
Was blind but now you see us
It's not a game at all
G
Y'all some slimy snakes
B
Am
The government and military all corrupt
Bm
Am
I ain't on that shade the world shit
B
Am
I'ma share my ex periences
G
Been through hell and back
Am
Now I'm right back in hell
B
Dunn I'll be right back
Am
Yeah, but in the meanwhile
Interlude 2
B
Am
G
Am
B
Am
Bm
Am
B
Am
G
Am
C
Verse 5
Bm
Cops said a nigga tried to get you a charge
'cause they might plan
Am
G
But yet the god just talking
Am
The fact he got lips
F#m
B
They gave 'em 42 months he
Am
Got bagged with that grip
F#m
Am
Word is bond, I was just right there
I've seen the judge's face,
C
G
I preached to nigga "fuck jakes"
C
Am
The Hip- Hop could suck my dick
F#m
B
Down right they trying to hate on us
Big Joe was in the Garden the
Night of Sean Bell death
B
Abm
Had plans to kill a nigga
C
The minute Sean Bell left
G
Trying to slant the victim's
characters
For wrong you done
F#m
Bm
Niggas scared to hang around me
Am
Like "what's wrong with Un?"
But fuck 'em,
Bm
G
nigga down to take bullets
Am
When we were leaving
Bm
B
Am
C
And we don't get mad we get even
G
C
Before you violate my rights
Bm
Shit is candid in the car
Outro 1
Bm
Am
B
Am
G
Am
Bm
Am
Bm
Am
B
Am
G
Am
Bm
Am
B
Am
G
C
Bm
C
Bm
Am
B
Am
G
C
Bm
C
Bm
Am
B
Am
G
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