Tonalité : E minor•
Verse 1
G
This guy is a bulldozer with a
wrecking ball attached
He'll leave a ring around your eye
and tread marks on your back
He's an animal
He's hungry
You ain't been hungry,
since "Supreme Clientele"
Remember what you first told me
when I took ya in
You wanted to be a fighter
(yeah!)
You wanted to be a killer (New York
Stand Up)
You wanted to be the Champ! (got your
B
boy in the booth nigga)
You ain't hungry
Matter of fact I don't want you in my gym
G
Em
Get out of my ring, you disgust me
G
Em
Godzilla bankroll Stones
Verse 2
B
from Stilion
G
Yo I ain't got it all,
B
Em
that means I barely home
G
Trailblazer stay ballin'
Em
B
Em
Revenge is my arts is crafty darts
G
B
While y'all stuck on Laffy Taffy
G
Em
G
Wonderin' how
A
Em
B
y'all niggas get past me
Em
I been doin this before Nas
B
dropped the Nasty
My wallos I did 'em up
Them bricks I send 'em up
My raps y'all bit 'em up
G
For that now stick 'em up
Em
Ten Four good buddy Tone
B
Em
got is money up
G
Em
A
Worth millions still back your
Em
bitch lookin' bummy what
G
A
Ya'll staring at the angel of death
B
Em
G
Liar liar pants on fire you burning
Em
B
Em
B
up like David Koresh
Em
G
This is architect music
A
Em
B
Em
Verbal street opera pop a 'tec man fully
A
Em
B
got the projects booming indeed
I ran through the tunnel
Terrorize speed
That's when I was still in the jungle
G
Em
G
slangin' that D
Em
A
Get out my face!
Verse 3
Em
No you
ain't got no mo?'
Don't need no has been
messin' up my corner
G
Em
And you better get that mad look off
your face 'fore I knock it off
G
Hey fool you ready for another beating
Em
You should have never came back
G
Em
Look here man after I crucify him,
B
you next!
And you better have a good doctor
G
to rearrange your face
I'm the Champ!
Verse 4
Em
Who want to battle the Don?
B
I'm James Bond in the
Em
A
B
Octagon with two razors
D
Em
G
Bet y'all didn't know I had a fake arm
A
Em
B
G
Em
G
I lost it, wild and raw before rap,
Em
B
I was gettin' it on
Em
G
Em
Took a fat nigga out in like 40secs
My gun get hard wit a 45 still
B
erects and eagle on
Kangol hat slanted coconut
bounce to Morocco
G
Guerilla medallions like
Flavor Flav clock yo
Niggas want me dead but they
A
Em
B
scared to step to me
Em
G
Em
Rip they guts out like a
B
D
hysterectomy
Em
G
Em
When beef collide look on the flip
B
Em
by the penitentiary kite
G
Em
B
Em
Or get you bumped off from the inside
G
Jaws is hanging
A
Em
B
Frauds is leftin' they draws
Em
on the floor complaining
G
A
Em
B
Bird ass nigga resemble
Keenon Ivory Waynes
Stay in your place dirt born rappers
get Shadow box for training
G
Em
Ya'll still eatin' bacon
Verse 5
Em
Think nobody can,
don't give this nigga no statue give him death
I told y'all I wasn't going away
You had your shot no give me mine
Now why don't you tell these folks why you been ducking me,
G
politics man
Em
You think you go ing to keep me down
They don't want me to have the title
Because I'm not a puppet
B
like that fool up there
Ask his woman she get more pipe
G
from the plumber than in bed
I'm the Champ!
Em
G
I like the deuce of dia
Verse 6
Em
monds cutting
B
Em
G
spades on a glass table
Em
B
D
Half a mil on my left ankle
Em
G
Terry cloth Guess shorts
A
Em
G
robes is comfortable
Em
G
Bring me a nice bitch that
Em
B
means I'll fuck with you
Em
G
My swagger is Mick Jaeger
Em
B
stones is rolling
D
Em
Prestige is cut to it tis spark
B
when weed went up
The Cocoa leaf is slightly damp
Sprouting in the backyard next
G
to Gran duke tomato plants
And jets get charted marquee
B
Em
B
shit with the cars on it
Em
G
They head and they earl to
A
Em
B
the toilet and vomit
Em
G
Back East summer MC
Em
B
king since Cuban
Em
G
Pretty Tone Iron Man and Bullet
A
B
proof and Supreme
Em
G
Proof and you double deuce in the jeans
A
B
Em
My man Snake was on the floor with the mother
B
load both of them green
IBF WBC Cruiserweight title shots
G
Em
and Rap belts belong to D.C.
Verse 7
Em
I am bad, I said I am bad
A
I'm a bad man
Em
I'm so bad sometimes
I's scare myself
G
Em
G
Sometimes I look in the mirror and
A
Em
want to kiss myself I'm so pretty
G
Em
Now who am I (the man!)
B
Now who am I (the man!)
Who (the man!)
That's right and don't
G
Em
y'all forget it
B
Ladies an d gentlemen!
Verse 8
G
B
Em
B
The winner by consecutive knockout and still
Em
G
B
Em
G
B
champion of the world!
B
G
Ghostface Killa
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