Tonart: A minor•
Verse 1
Am
D
Am
A
Am
D
Am
D
Am
motherfucker, Flipmode motherfucker
What the fuck you want,
what the fuck nigga?
A
Am
What you want, what the fuck nigga
(We gon' hit it down like this,
nigga what?)
Verse 2
Am
I be, testing your faith and wrecking your face,
invading your space
A
And watch the tables turn like
you're trading a place
Am
I pull stunts like Evel Knievel, me and
my people fly like an eagle
D
Am
And blow your entire cathedral,
hurry hurry, don't worry worry
Hit y'all with a flurry flurry of jabs,
D
Am
leaving y'all niggas blurry blurry
Brew up some shit
like I'm cooking for y'all
When I'm done then I come
looking for y'all
D
Dm
Am
(Huh huh hold up hold up)
Federal cases cause 'nuff bodies
end up in medical places
D
In they blood finding them chemical traces
Am
Leaving special investigators going
through skeptical phases
the decimal changes
Adventist apprentice
Now I strike with a vengeance
D
G
Blowing the door right up off of the hinges
Am
This be that, "Put Your Out
Of Your Misery" song
And make you ask your man is this
D
the joint he dissing me on
Verse 3
Am
What the fuck nigga what you want? What
D
the fuck nigga what you want?
Am
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what
D
you want
Am
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
D
Am
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
Verse 4
Am
Moving your muscle and doing
the hustle
See nowadays we getting
Am
Who really wanna tussle? Challenge
the super saber in a nigga
Blast the challenger way out of space,
Am
Battle star Galactica, cross
my diameter nigga
Derange your whole circular shape,
Am
Yo, so what it was my fault?
That I had to bring this shit
to a screaming halt?
D
What you need to do is open up the vault
Am
That's why I make sure,
that my vest will be on
D
and your additional stress will be gone
Am
Then I sprinkle just a little bit of salt,
on your plans
And watch your shit shrivel
D
up right in the palm of my hands
A
I ain't afraid of ya, but I thank all of my
Am
niggas for saving ya
I was about to take you back,
D
G
to when your mother was making ya
slapping you up, trapping you up
Holding you hostage,
D
duck taping and Saran wrapping you up
Am
Yo, first she was sober, I smell aroma
Put you in a trance,
D
and slip into an irreversible coma
Am
Fuck y'all cubic zirconium niggas,
it's over
Closing in on all y'all niggas, while
D
we're moving in a little closer
Am
A
Then I evaluate and elaborate,
Am
confiscate your shit
D
A
And dare your as s to retaliate,
that's when I ask
Am
What the fuck nigga what you want? What
Verse 5
Am
D
the fuck nigga what you want?
Am
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
D
Am
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
D
What the fuck nigga what you want
Am
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want
What the fuck nigga what you want?
D
Am
What the fuck nigga what you want?
What the fuck nigga what you want
D
What the fuck nigga what you want
Am
What the fuck nigga what you want
D
Am
D
Am
What the fuck nigga what you want
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