Tonalità: Db major
Verse 1
Ab
Dbm
My name is the Scarecrow
Ab
Busters they approach,
Dbm
they really don't know me too well
Ab
I put in the 50 round magazine watchin'
B
Dbm
them spin as I empty the shells
Ab
Bodies are smackin' the mud,
Dbm
bustas are con stantly donating blood
Ab
I pull the sawed off out my coat pump it twice
B
Dbm
and watch it tear up your hood n' run
Ab
Oh, no me do not
Verse 2
mind my
Dbm
part in genocide
Ab
Oh, no me do not mind
B
committing homicide
C#m
G#
Although the way you live is
Dbm
how you must die
G#
The Scarecrow will try his
best to take your life
F#
C#m
'Cause I know you will try to take mine
G#
C#m
I do onto others before they do onto me
Ab
And my fingers refuse to release
Verse 3
when I'm
C#m
F#
C#m
squeezin' the trig ger on nin a milli
G#
'Cause suckers be try ing to take all the things
you been working so hard for
C#m
Cm
G#
But I can't hit the floor,
B
C#m
I would rather go out in the smoke
G#
And so I'll do what I'll have to do
C#m
G#
I don't want to kill you,
B
yet I will, fool
C#m
G#
Before Lord Infamous take a fall,
C#m
I'll spray all of y'all
G#
Aw, mane, they got my back
Bm
Cm
against the wall
G#
Oh,
Verse 4
Gm
that's how it is in the ghetto
Cm
Csus4
Cm
F#
F
(I got my back against the wall,
Csus4
Cm
wall, wall)
G#
Gm
Csus4
All the player haters and jeal ousy in
Cm
F#
Fm
F
Cm
Csus4
Cm
the ghetto
G#
Gm
Childrens crying,
Csus4
F#
homies dying
Fm
F
(I got my back against the
wall, wall, wall)
Csus4
Cm
G#
Gm
Cm
It's how it is in the
Csus4
Cm
F#
Fm
F
ghetto
Cm
D#
Cm
Pop, pop, pop, another trick sucka dropped
D#
Bm
D
Pop, pop, pop,
Bm
F
Bm
another trick sucka dropped
Cm
Pop, pop, pop,
Eb
Cm
another trick sucka dropped
Bm
Pop, pop, pop,
Bm
F
another trick sucka dropped
Fm
B
A quarter after twelve,
Verse 5
Dbm
Ab
I'm still cruising down them back streets
Dbm
On my job a dead body already
Ab
lies on the passenger seat
B
Dbm
Ab
Just did one for the money now
I'll do two for the show and
Dbm
When I drop the third body I'm
Ab
gettin' ready to hit the road
B
Dbm
Ab
I'm spendin' bloody money in the streets,
Dbm
'cause that's all that I got
G#
From ones I've laid in the past and
the new heads I just cracked
B
C#m
G#
But all had to go sour when
some fools tried to rush
A
Dbm
The tables turning before my eyes,
G#
C#m
now it's me they trying to touch
Bm
C#m
G#
I put the pedal to the mizzetal, strap
my fo- fifty five my seventy two
Dbm
I looked up in the rearview
G#
They still comin',
C#m
Bm
them fools must got one too
C#m
G#
Comin' up on the side, it's on,
I feel they can't be real
The dead body I was transport
C#m
G#
ing fell on my lap
I'm liftin' it up,
C#m
they getting my steel
G#
They started lettin' 'em off, I tried to ram 'em,
Dbm
the telephone post on the sidewalk
Ab
Dbm
Bm
I got intentions to cram 'em, smack
Dbm
Ab
! I laughed as them fools take a fall
Dbm
G#
Not even on my roster for the day but
Bm
Cm
my back was against da wall
G#
Oh,
Verse 6
Gm
Csus4
that's how it is in the
Cm
Gb
ghetto
Fm
F
(I got my back against the wall,
Cm
wall, wall)
Ab
Gm
When a gun is to your head,
Cm
Csus4
Gb
Fm
F
Cm
Csus4
there's nothing left to be said in the ghetto
Cm
Ab
Gm
Cm
You better watch your back 'cause
Gb
you might get car jacked
Fm
F
Cm
(I got my back against the wall,
wall, wall)
Ab
Gm
That's how it is in the
Cm
Gb
Fm
F
ghetto
Fm
Cm
Eb
Pop, pop, pop,
Cm
Eb
another trick sucka dropped
Bm
Pop, pop, pop,
Bm
F
another trick sucka dropped
B
Cm
Pop, pop, pop,
Eb
Cm
Eb
another trick sucka dropped
Bm
D
Pop, pop, pop,
Bm
F
B
another trick sucka dropped
Gb
I'm that
Verse 7
Dbm
fool you don't know,
Ab
Dbm
I'm that one you can't see
That'll be scopin' with that gat
Ab
Dbm
infrared behind the trees
B
Dbm
You gon' drop to your knees,
Ab
Dbm
you gon' yell, "Brother, please"
All the police on your force gon'
Ab
Dbm
be scared to witness me
B
Dbm
When you see me in the traffic psy
Ab
Dbm
chopathic killer ad dict
Ab
Kidnappin' MPD's,
B
choppin' heads off with the hatchet
Dbm
Ab
Throwin' 'em in a rotted ditch while
Dbm
the night is filled with mis t
Mystic styles 'bout the killers
Ab
Dbm
Gb
from the six double six
Verse 8
Dbm
Ab
In the alley's not a bum,
Dbm
just a gang creepin' low
Ab
Fourty four is the tool,
B
pluggin' hoes in the 'fro
Dbm
Ab
Break the law on a slaw cop
Dbm
cause I'm down to blast
Ab
Paul and Infamous scrapped with the nine in they lap,
B
Dbm
plus the stash
Crunchy Black at the hideout,
Ab
Dbm
smokin' quarter pounds
Ab
(Smothered by the weed bomb)
C#m
B
First contestants fallin' down,
C#m
G#
flag covered up over the casket
C#m
Bitch we leavin' a dead cop surrender,
no cousin, no friend, no son
G#
Sooner or later,
C#
Bm
Cm
no matter your crews gon' drop
G#
Oh,
Verse 9
Gm
Cm
Csus4
that's how it is
F#
in the ghetto
Fm
F
(I got my back against the
Cm
wall, wall, wall)
G#
Gm
Csus4
Mothers crying 'cause their babies are
F#
Fm
F
Cm
Csus4
Cm
dying in the ghetto
G#
Gm
Cm
Csus4
One time, some are straight,
Cm
F#
F
some from the TEC
(I got my back against the wall,
Csus4
Cm
wall, wall)
G#
Gm
Csus4
F#
F
Oh, in the ghetto,
Cm
yeah
Verse 10
Cm
D#
Yeah, best believe it, Three 6 Mafia
Bm
in the house for the nine five
G
With the all new GimiSum Family,
B
Cm
bring it to your doo,r fool
Eb
Cm
'Til it just don't pay no mo'
Eb
We out
Outro 1
Bm
F
B
C#m
G#
C#m
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