Tonalité : F# minor•
Intro 1
E
D#m
B
D#m
E
D#m
B
D#m
E
D#m
B
D#m
E
Verse 1
F#m
D
E
We never heard of yo clique but they heard of us
F#m
They put em down,
D
E
we liftin them burners up
F#m
You keep sayin word to your mother
D
E
but word to what?
F#m
I don't give a fuck about
D
E
none of these niggas
F#m
I turn it up,
D
E
F#m
Come on, come on, killas
Here go my cup,
D
E
give me some more liquor
F#m
Open this back window,
D
let me dump on niggas
E
It's my era,
D
E
I'm bout to turn it up on niggas
Verse 2
F#m
D
Peace to the New York Knickerbockers,
E
the plot got thicker
F#m
Cuz now they got the Brooklyn
D
E
Nets and Barclays Center
F#m
Hel lo Mrs. and Mr.,
D
E
cousins, brothers and sisters
F#m
Ladies and gentlemen,
D
E
children prisons of finger printers
F#m
Snakes who like to slither,
D
E
wolves, monkeys, gorillas
F#m
Vet erans and beginners,
D
E
righteous people and sinners
F#m
Gamblers, losers and winners,
D
E
ice grillers and grinners
F#m
Hope you all some good swimmers
D
E
cuz I'm as deep as the river
F#m
I'm the bad guy,
D
E
just like the Joker and Riddler
F#m
Bad as Mike in his prime,
D
E
man in the mirror in Thriller
F#m
You ain't a real man,
D
E
F#m
you can't even use the shitter
You a pussycat,
D
E
you probably got kitty litter
F#m
D
Kill rich niggas in chinchilla
E
F#m
Representing for the wig- splitters
D
E
and skid bitters who gets realer
F#m
D
Like Beenie Man, carjack a bitch nigga
E
D
Who got the keys to the Jeep?
E
Sim Simmer
Verse 3
F#m
D
We never heard of yo clique
E
but they heard of us
F#m
They put em down,
D
E
we liftin them burners up
F#m
You keep sayin word to your mother
D
E
but word to what?
F#m
I don't give a fuck about
D
E
none of these niggas
F#m
I turn it up,
D
E
F#m
Come on, come on, killas
Here go my cup,
D
E
give me some more liquor
F#m
Open this back window,
D
let me dump on niggas
E
It's my era,
D
E
I'm bout to turn it up on niggas
Verse 4
F#m
When my oral deliver
D
E
it's such a moral dilemma
F#m
I don't quarrel with quitters,
D
E
I give em sorrow and shimmers
F#m
You think your artists is iller just
D
E
cause his car from the dealer?
F#m
This music char is bitter,
D
E
cause yall some horrible spitters
F#m
When I swallow the liquor,
D
E
I write a marvelous scripture
F#m
Start drawing a picture cause
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E
I'm immortal my nigga
F#m
Beef is played out so
D
E
I don't bother with niggas
F#m
But as long as it's tender I
D
E
eat your squad up for dinner
F#m
Put my palms on the trigger
D
E
and shoot you all in yo liver
F#m
In jure all of you niggas,
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E
I'm cool and calm as a killer
F#m
Your man styling from fingers,
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E
man who are you? Vanilla
F#m
Ice - I'm Suge Knight,
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E
hang em off the balcony with ya
F#m
Since I deserve scrilla, I learned
D
E
to flip birds quicker
F#m
Had to hit curves with the hustler
D
E
s and to emerge richer
F#m
D
Back when Dipset was
sippin sizzurp nigga
E
D
My jewelery was black and yellow just
E
D
like the Pittsburgh Steelers
F#m
D
E
We never heard of yo clique but they heard of us
Verse 5
F#m
They put em down,
D
E
we liftin them burners up
F#m
You keep sayin word to your mother
D
E
but word to what?
F#m
I don't give a fuck about
D
E
none of these niggas
F#m
I turn it up,
D
E
F#m
Come on, come on, killas
Here go my cup,
D
E
give me some more liquor
F#m
Open this back window,
D
let me dump on niggas
E
It's my era,
D
E
I'm bout to turn it up on niggas
Verse 6
F#m
I'm on that money train,
D
making dead president stops
E
F#m
Robbed the liquor store just
D
E
so we can get some Ciroc
F#m
D
Ate Corn Flakes, no Fruity Pebbles and Pops
E
F#m
Got chased by the stray dogs when I
D
E
fled though the block
F#m
Bought a 50- cent razor,
D
E
now I'm ready to rock
F#m
I step to your block with
D
E
a George Jefferson bop
F#m
I cut him cross peddle bike,
D
E
he bled to his socks
F#m
Cuz Miles didn't have a chain
D
when I peddled and popped
E
F#m
My leather bomber was better
D
E
than that pleather you rocked
F#m
I wore old bomber way before
D
E
F#m
Michelle and Barack
D
I heard up North you wasn't reppin a lot
E
F#m
You never caught a 10- 3, you
D
respected the cops
E
F#m
How you gon use that jail
D
shit to try to get to the top?
E
F#m
You woke up in PC, never
D
E
slept in a box
F#m
D
He said he hungry so I fed him the ox
E
D
My gun is like an independent record label,
E
Heckler and Koch
Verse 7
F#m
D
We never heard of yo clique
E
but they heard of us
F#m
They put em down,
D
E
we liftin them burners up
F#m
You keep sayin word to your mother
D
E
but word to what?
F#m
I don't give a fuck about
D
E
none of these niggas
F#m
I turn it up,
D
E
F#m
Come on, come on, killas
Here go my cup,
D
E
give me some more liquor
F#m
Open this back window,
D
let me dump on niggas
E
It's my era,
D
E
I'm bout to turn it up on niggas
Verse 8
F#m
Turn up
D
E
Now I come back
F#m
D
E
Keep it underground hardcore
F#m
Turn up
D
E
Now I come back
F#m
D
E
Keep it underground hardcore
F#m
Turn up
D
E
Now I come back
F#m
D
E
Keep it underground hardcore
F#m
Turn up
D
E
D
E
Papoose, Papoose
F#m
D
E
F#m
D
E
F#m
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AccordeurE A D G B E
AccordsE D#m B F#m D
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