Susi: D# minor
Verse 1
F
Dm
Em
Yeah (Space Rabbit)
Yeah- yeah (yeah)
Yeah- yeah (Space Rabbit push a space
coupe straight out of Monaco, yeah)
Dm
I pray the choppa never jam on me,
C
yeah
Bb#dim
I pray the Lord puts his hands on
me (yeah), yeah- yeah
Am
I pray the choppa never jam
Verse 2
DEA and detective done got
Am
me cuffed on that ambulance
Dm
Nigga ain't no solvin' no murders,
Bb#dim
welcome to Murderland
Bb#m
Send a hit and scratch off a hit,
bitch, I'm the murder man
Am
Pray the Lord puts his hands on me
Em
And I know I took a risk with this shit
when I put my hands on it
Am
All my enemies watchin',
Dm
they plot and plan on me
Am
They gon' end up one of them dead
homies
Verse 3
Am
'Cause how can a nigga stand on
it when it ain't the truth?
F
Pussy niggas ran on me when
got them bitches out my crew
C
Bb#dim
I know you wouldn't fuck with me
Bb#m
if I didn't have no loot
'Cause I'm the one
Tell me what niggas know
about hard times
the heart to go do a homicide
Am
I know some bitch niggas that snitch,
mob ties
Verse 4
F
'Cause, nigga, we was locked in
Me and six of my niggas
We was pushin' that molly,
Am
Em
powder and hard ten
Back when bitches,
they used to play with my heart then
Police might shoot me and kill
Man, this game got me dark- hearted
C
Smoke a chain like a alcoholic,
don't get me started
Bb#m
I thought we was gon' thug
Bb#dim
it out to the end
But I guess that shit just
wasn't on the plans
Am
I pray this choppa never jam
Verse 5
Shoot him if he ain't DOA,
Am
we shoot up the am bulance
Dm
Nigga ain't no solvin' no murders,
Bb#dim
welcome to Murderland
Bb#m
Bulletproof my shit, they might hit it, bitch,
I'm the murder man
Am
Dead nigga put his hands on me
Em
I might pop another bottle and pour
one out for your dead homie
Am
Swear my friends turnin' fed
might take a stand on me
Verse 6
Am
But how can a nigga stand on
it when it ain't the truth?
F
Pussy niggas ran on me when
it's time to shoot
Dm
She think I'm her man, baby,
I'm just knockin' boots
C
Bb#dim
I know you wouldn't fuck with me
Bb#m
if I didn't have no loot
Am
'Cause I'm the one that push a hard line
Tell me what bitches know
about hard times
Em
Empty stomach get you the heart
Know some bitch niggas that snitch,
Am
Still a rich nigga with mob
ties
Verse 7
F
'Cause, nigga, we was locked in
Me and six of my niggas
We was pushin' that molly,
Back when bitches,
they used to play with my heart then
Police might shoot me and kill
Man, this game got me dark- hearted
C
Smoke a chain like a alcoholic,
don't get me started
Bb#m
I thought we was gon' thug
Bb#dim
it out to the end
But I guess that shit just
wasn't on the plans
G
Am
C
I pray this choppa never jam
Verse 8
jam (yeah- yeah)
Am
I pray this choppa never jam on
Am
E
I pray the Lord puts his hands
on me (yeah- yeah)
Esus4
Am
I pray this choppa never jam
Dm
Am
I pray this choppa never
jam (yeah- yeah)
I pray this choppa never
E
C
Em
Am
I pray the Lord puts his hands on me (yeah- yeah)
Outro 1
F
Dm
Em
Am
F
Dm
Em
F#m
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