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