Gotta Touch 'em (Pt. 2): accordi di
Three 6 Mafia
Three 6 Mafia

N/A
Tonalità: Bb major
Verse 1
Dm
F
Em
G
F
Em
C
G
Psycho
D
F
C
G
Gm
Dm
F
C
Gm
Db
in da
C
Db
C
Db
Bb
Gm
G
Psycho in da
Psycho in da
Ab
G
Gm
Cut with the mask and the pistol grip
G
C
I gotta touch 'em
Db
C
Db
I gotta touch 'em
C
Bb
I gotta touch 'em
Gm
I gotta touch 'em
Verse 2
Gm
Bb
Db
This shit is beginning to come into focus but no one can
C
figure out Infamous murderous, dark psychosis
Db
C
C#
C
Trippin I'm run ning the darkness,
C#
C
Db
I'm loading berettas, I'm jacking yo' ho shit
Bb
Bb
A posse of satanic mobbers, we coming to smoke
Gm
'em and leave 'em in puddles of plasma
I'm coming for stashes, for cash then blast
until everyone in here passed out
C
Db
My fellow man, you cannot comprehend
strength of the devil military killers
C
Execution to death, you will be sentenced as I put
Db
Bb
Nina into your head through the pil low
The Three 6 nigga coming to
Gm
injure you at nightfall
Give it up or this desert eagle shall make
Bb
them fall up on you all
(Come on mane,
C
Db
you finna give me them)
Naw bitch
C
(Aww dog, man have some mer
Db
cy, have some mercy)
C
Naw bitch
Bb
(Acouple of hundred mane,
Gm
just a couple of hundred mane)
Check it out my nig:
I'm gonna kill you anyway,
G
you won't need none of that shit
C
Ran through the backyard,
C#
jumped the gate to the corner of the back street
Hopped into the steamer,
C
C#
Bm
tossed the fuckin' stash behind the seat
Bb
Bm
I'm coming to rush 'em son,
Gm
crush 'em son, buck my gun
I'm gonna reach out and touch
someone
Bb
Db
Verse 3
Bb
Gm
Psycho in da
Psycho in da
Psycho in da
Cut with the mask and the pistol grip
Bb
I gotta touch 'em
Db
I gotta touch 'em
Bb
I gotta touch 'em
Gm
I gotta touch 'em
C
I got a problem,
Verse 4
C#
C
money di vidends,
C#
C
gotta solve them
The only thing going through my
C#
head is "murder and rob them"
Bb
I heard they got cash,
Gm
I gotta touch they ass
Quick, fast, in a hurry,
Ab
Gm
get away with a fuckin dash
Ab
Db
Every night I sit and think on why these
hoes keep playing with me
They gonna make me click them clicka click
C
Db
And they don't wanna see my bad side
Bb
P. they gonna make me trans
Gm
form to another man
And make they motherfuckin ass do
G
the devil dance
Db
C
C#
Crunchy Black bitch, comin' at you hoe
Easy come, easy go
C
C#
Easily we kick in doors
Bm
Bb
I gotta touch 'em
Verse 5
C
G
Gm
In my fuckin' head I vision bloody red
As I chopped off his fuckin head,
left him dead for them bitches
C
Db
A psycho at large,
dumb bitch don't step to this bomber squad
I'm harder, I go and I rip you apart
like a prey once the predator
Bb
C
No need for them paramedics, see wait
Gm
for the Koopsta scared 'em
Sc- scared a bitch and left
'em sittin in hectic
Now waitin' for that armageddon,
C
Bb
Db
bitch
Verse 6
Db
Bb
Bm
Gm
Psycho in da
Psycho in da
Psycho in da
Cut with the mask and the pistol grip
Db
I gotta touch 'em
I gotta touch 'em
Bb
I gotta touch 'em
Gm
I gotta touch 'em
C
I hooked up
Verse 7
Db
C
with a few down
C#
niggas from the M- town
C
Then we started robbin outta town,
C#
B
makin' them lay it down
Bb
Bb
Touchin' crackers with a 12 gauge
Gm
to they fuckin' back
Stickin' them liquor stores,
robbin banks, plenty car- jacks
C
Bb
C#
Snatchin old ladies purse,
C
Db
knockin niggas to the dirt
My nine gon' make yo body hurt,
Bm
I'll put your body in a hearse
Bb
Bm
G
Call me a playa hater, traitor,
Gm
what you want bitch
Strapped wit them thangs on your ass,
hear them guns click
C
Bb
C#
In side job,
C
C#
strictly robbin so you better beware
C
Db
Of the nigga with a gat and mask,
raise 'em in the air
Bb
Now life was up and down
Verse 8
for the
G
Gm
Killa Man as a youngster
C
Stickin these tricks up daily you
Gm
tripping I'm still a hustler
Db
Cutting class don't make my
snooze behind the barrel
Shootin crowds I hit it up in a
honeycomb
And smoke a fuckin pamper house
Bb
Hollerin at my brother Phil
D I gotta get straight
Gm
C
No thang mayn he got me straight
Gm
C
Gm
That thang fool be booming weight
C
Bb
C
Hoppin on my scooter with my ski
Db
mask and my Deuce Duece
C
All blue joggin' suit, tube socks,
Db
and Coogi troop
C
Bb
But now I'm getting older,
comin' clean is what I'm hopin'
Gm
And now that I got boulder dope girls
are what I'm scoping bitch
This is the touch

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