Rapp Snitch Knishes accords de guitare originaux par 
Mf Doom And Mr. Fantastik 
Tonalité : G major
Intro 1
Gmaj7
"Yo"
"Yo"
F#m
MF DOOM
Mr. Fantastik
B
Villain
"What up nigga?"
D
"Ain't nuttin', what's the word?"
"What's cracking, boy?"
"Same ol' shit, kid"
Gmaj7
"Man"
"These rap snitches, man,
F#m
shit is bugged out, man"
B
What the fuck, man?
Niggas running their their mouth,
D
telling everything, everything
Chorus 1
Gmaj7
Rap snitches, telling all their business
F#m
Sit in the court and be their own star witness
B
Do you see the perpetrator?
Yeah, I'm right here
D
Fuck around, get the whole label
sent up for years uh
Gmaj7
Rap snitches, telling all their business
F#m
Sit in the court and be their own star witness
B
Do you see the perpetrator?
Yeah, I'm right here
D
Fuck around, get the whole
E
label sent up for years
Verse 1
Gmaj7
Type profile low, like A in Paid in Full
F#m
Attract heavy cash
'cause the game's centrifugal
B
Mister Fantastik, long dough like elastic
D
Guard my life with twin that's
E
made out of plastic
Gmaj7
Can't stand a brown nosing nigga
fake ass bastard
F#m
Admiring my style,
tour bus through Manhattan
B
Plotting, plan the
quickest, my flow's the sickest
D
My hoes be the thickest, my dro the stickiest
Gmaj7
Street nigga, stamped and bonafide
F#m
When beef jump niggas come get me 'cause
they know I ride
B
True to the ski mask, New York's my origin
D
Play a fake gangsta like a old accordion
Gmaj7
According to him, when the D's rushed in
F#m
Complication from the wire testimony was thin
B
Caused his man to go up north,
the ball hit 'em again
D
Lame rap snitch nigga even
Chorus 2
told on the Mexican
Gmaj7
Rap snitches, telling all their business
F#m
Sit in the court and be their own star witness
B
Do you see the perpetrator?
Yeah, I'm right here
D
Fuck around, get the whole label
sent up for years uh
Gmaj7
Rap snitches, telling all their business
F#m
Sit in the court and be their own star witness
B
Do you see the perpetrator?
Yeah, I'm right here
D
Fuck around, get the whole label
sent up for years
Verse 2
Gmaj7
True, there's rules rules to this shit,
fools dare care
F#m
Everybody wanna rule the world with
Tears For Fear
B
Yeah, yeah tell 'em, tell it
on the mountain hill
D
Running up they mouth bill,
everybody doubting still
Gmaj7
Informer, keep it up and get tested
F#m
Pop through the bubble vest or
double breasted
B
He keep a lab down south in the little beast
D
So much heat you woulda
thought it was the Middle East
Gmaj7
A little grease always keeps the wheels
a spinning
F#m
Like sitting on twenty threes to get the
squealers grinning
B
Hitting on many trees, feel real linen
D
Spitting on enemies, get the steel for tin men
Gmaj7
Where no brains but gum flap
F#m
He said his gun clap,
then he fled after one slap
B
Son shut your trap, save it for the bitches
D
E
Mmm, delicious, rap snitch knishes
Outro 1
Gmaj7
"You know what I'm saying?"
"It's terrible"
F#m
"Crazy, man, I'm just analyzing
this whole game
B
This is bugged out, man, niggas is snitching
D
Telling on they own self"
"It's a horror, yo"
Gmaj7
"Fuck around and get everybody
bagged, man"
F#m
"Atrocities"
B
"Fuck around and get yo mama bagged, nigga
You know your grandmama
used to be bootlegging
D
Fake hustling nigga
Gmaj7
F#m
B
D
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