Chords ng Die ni
Willie D
Willie D

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Susi: F# minor
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Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers,
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die
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Cause I'm sick of the weak -ass shit
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you've been sayin'
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I'm sick of the weak -ass shit
you've been playin'
Make me wanna shoot my radio out
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But I won't do such,
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because it costs too much
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But what I will do is give
you something brand new
For the DJs, MCs and fans too
Some say I'm not Marvin
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But look around,
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count how many heads of Bobby
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I heard your new song on the radio,
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hated that shit
Cause it sounded like a demo,
now if you're so pro black punk bitch
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Stop getting them white
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boys to mix your shit
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You get a nigga like crazy, see
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And your shit won't sound so sloppy
I know you hate what I said
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But if you run up,
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I'll put a gun upside your fuckin' head
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Cause homeboy, I don't love ya
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You get your mama or somebody else
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to feel sorry for ya
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Put your rhymes in a casket, dig a bed
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Bury your head, cause that shit's dead
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I needed something that was holdin'
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So I called New Orleans
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And caught up with Roland
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He said he had a boy who
could play the piano
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His name was Goldfinger
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So this ain't a sample
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Dick Holt made the bassline groove
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He got paid to sign with Sticky Move
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So you better find some new ideas
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And stay the fuck away from here
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Now, tell your so -called su
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per dope producers
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You need to stop fucking with losers
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And get yourself some juice
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Call yourself a producer,
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but ain't never
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Side -steppin' like a penguin,
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this ain't ringlin'
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So you and your crew can
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suck a mean one
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Old school beats get ruined,
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cause motherfuckers like you
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be puttin' weak -ass rhymes to them
I can't duck cause your
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bass don't boom,
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your drums don't kick
and your horns are out of tune
Make a nigga just lose respect,
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push that B -check
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and snatch your shit out the tape deck
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Cause your lyrics are way out,
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you should have stayed out
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Before Traxton played out
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Your production is booty broke,
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save enough money
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So you can work out of the studio
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Then practice on your vocals
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And stop acting like you're universal
when you're local
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So take your wack -ass style,
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your wack -ass songs
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Your wack -ass girl
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and take your wack -ass home
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Yeah, this goes out to all you wanna be,
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ain't never gonna be shit rappers
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on the local scene
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acting like y 'all lack jealous ass
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Ain't paid no motherfuckin' dues,
ain't sold
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No motherfuckin' records
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But runnin' around with t
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-shirts with your name on
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Yeah, you hoes better try
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to be friends with me
Watch that bitch,
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she'll get you weeks
Die motherfuckers,
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die motherfuckers, die
Die motherfuckers,
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die motherfuckers, die
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Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die
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Die motherfuckers,
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die motherfuckers, die
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Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die
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Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die
Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die
Die
Hey! Turn that shit down!

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