Tonalità: Db major
Verse 1
E
Am
My name is the Scarecrow
E
Busters they approach,
Am
they really don't know me too well
E
I put in the 50 round magazine watchin'
G
Am
them spin as I empty the shells
E
Bodies are smackin' the mud,
Am
bustas are con stantly donating blood
E
I pull the sawed off out my coat pump it twice
G
Am
and watch it tear up your hood n' run
E
Oh, no me do not
Verse 2
mind my
Am
part in genocide
E
Oh, no me do not mind
G
committing homicide
Am
E
Although the way you live is
Am
how you must die
E
The Scarecrow will try his
best to take your life
D
Am
'Cause I know you will try to take mine
E
Am
I do onto others before they do onto me
E
And my fingers refuse to release
Verse 3
when I'm
Am
D
Am
squeezin' the trigger on nina milli
E
'Cause suckers be trying to take all the things
you been working so hard for
Am
G#m
E
But I can't hit the floor,
G
Am
I would rather go out in the smoke
E
And so I'll do what I'll have to do
Am
E
I don't want to kill you,
G
yet I will, fool
Am
E
Before Lord Infamous take a fall,
Am
I'll spray all of y'all
E
Aw, mane, they got my back
Gm
G#m
against the wall
E
Oh,
Verse 4
Ebm
that's how it is in the ghetto
G#m
G#sus4
G#m
D
C#
(I got my back against the wall,
G#sus4
G#m
wall, wall)
E
Ebm
G#sus4
All the player haters and jeal ousy in
G#m
D
C#m
C#
G#m
G#sus4
G#m
the ghetto
E
Ebm
Childrens crying,
G#sus4
D
homies dying
C#m
C#
(I got my back against the
wall, wall, wall)
G#sus4
G#m
E
Ebm
G#m
It's how it is in the
G#sus4
G#m
D
C#m
C#
ghetto
G#m
B
G#m
Pop, pop, pop, another trick sucka dropped
B
Gm
Bb
Pop, pop, pop,
Gm
C#
Gm
another trick sucka dropped
G#m
Pop, pop, pop,
B
G#m
another trick sucka dropped
Gm
Pop, pop, pop,
Gm
C#
another trick sucka dropped
C#m
G
A quarter after twelve,
Verse 5
Am
E
I'm still cruising down them back streets
Am
On my job a dead body already
E
lies on the passenger seat
G
Am
E
Just did one for the money now
I'll do two for the show and
Am
When I drop the third body I'm
E
gettin' ready to hit the road
G
Am
E
I'm spendin' bloody money in the streets,
Am
'cause that's all that I got
E
From ones I've laid in the past and
the new heads I just cracked
G
Am
E
But all had to go sour when
some fools tried to rush
F
Am
The tables turning before my eyes,
E
Am
now it's me they trying to touch
Gm
Am
E
I put the pedal to the mizzetal, strap
my fo- fifty five my seventy two
Am
I looked up in the rearview
E
They still comin',
Am
Gm
them fools must got one too
Am
E
Comin' up on the side, it's on,
I feel they can't be real
The dead body I was transport
Am
E
ing fell on my lap
I'm liftin' it up,
Am
they getting my steel
E
They started lettin' 'em off, I tried to ram 'em,
Am
the telephone post on the sidewalk
E
Am
Gm
I got intentions to cram 'em, smack
Am
E
! I laughed as them fools take a fall
Am
E
Not even on my roster for the day but
Gm
G#m
my back was against da wall
E
Oh,
Verse 6
Ebm
G#sus4
that's how it is in the
G#m
D
ghetto
C#m
C#
(I got my back against the wall,
G#m
wall, wall)
E
D#m
When a gun is to your head,
G#m
G#sus4
D
C#m
C#
G#m
G#sus4
there's nothing left to be said in the ghetto
G#m
E
D#m
G#m
You better watch your back 'cause
D
you might get car jacked
C#m
C#
G#m
(I got my back against the wall,
wall, wall)
E
D#m
That's how it is in the
G#m
D
C#m
C#
ghetto
C#m
G#m
B
Pop, pop, pop,
G#m
B
another trick sucka dropped
Gm
Pop, pop, pop,
Gm
C#
another trick sucka dropped
G
G#m
Pop, pop, pop,
B
G#m
B
another trick sucka dropped
Gm
Bb
Pop, pop, pop,
Gm
C#
G
another trick sucka dropped
D
I'm that
Verse 7
Am
fool you don't know,
E
Am
I'm that one you can't see
That'll be scopin' with that gat
E
Am
infrared behind the trees
G
Am
You gon' drop to your knees,
E
Am
you gon' yell, "Brother, please"
All the police on your force gon'
E
Am
be scared to witness me
G
Am
When you see me in the traffic psy
E
Am
chopathic killer ad dict
E
Kidnappin' MPD's,
G
choppin' heads off with the hatchet
Am
E
Throwin' 'em in a rotted ditch while
Am
the night is filled with mis t
Mystic styles 'bout the killers
E
Am
D
from the six double six
Verse 8
Am
E
In the alley's not a bum,
Am
just a gang creepin' low
E
Fourty four is the tool,
G
pluggin' hoes in the 'fro
Am
E
Break the law on a slaw cop
Am
cause I'm down to blast
E
Paul and Infamous scrapped with the nine in they lap,
G
Am
plus the stash
Crunchy Black at the hideout,
E
Am
smokin' quarter pounds
E
(Smothered by the weed bomb)
Am
G
First contestants fallin' down,
Am
E
flag covered up over the casket
Am
Bitch we leavin' a dead cop surrender,
no cousin, no friend, no son
E
Sooner or later,
A
Gm
G#m
no matter your crews gon' drop
E
Oh,
Verse 9
Ebm
G#m
G#sus4
that's how it is
D
in the ghetto
C#m
C#
(I got my back against the
G#m
wall, wall, wall)
E
Ebm
G#sus4
Mothers crying 'cause their babies are
D
C#m
C#
G#m
G#sus4
G#m
dying in the ghetto
E
Ebm
G#m
G#sus4
One time, some are straight,
G#m
D
C#
some from the TEC
(I got my back against the wall,
G#sus4
G#m
wall, wall)
E
Ebm
G#sus4
D
C#
Oh, in the ghetto,
G#m
yeah
Verse 10
G#m
B
Yeah, best believe it, Three 6 Mafia
Gm
in the house for the nine five
D#
With the all new GimiSum Family,
G
G#m
bring it to your doo,r fool
B
G#m
'Til it just don't pay no mo'
B
We out
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Gm
C#
G
Am
E
Am
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