Put A Hole In Yo Back: accordi di
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Tonalità: A minor
Verse 1
G#m
C#m
D#m
I come through
G#m
Niggas be screwing their
C#m
D#m
face up at me
G#m
I'm like why they looking like that?
Got a sawed off sixteen
gauge shotgun with me
C#m
D#m
I'll put a big ass hole in yo back
G#m
Nigga, I don't know what
you heard about me
C#m
That got you looking like that
But I'll shoot, you know
D#m
G#m
I'm on some bullshit, fucking with me
C#m
I'll put a big ass hole
D#m
G#m
in yo back
Verse 2
G#m
C#m
D#m
Yeah, nigga
G#m
what? You're now
Rocking with the livest
Beams on the llamas, New
C#m
York City's finest
D#m
A drug dealer's dream, red jag,
rim shining
G#m
Four shooters riding in the
Trucks right behind us
C#m
D#m
It ain't my fault man,
G#m
the hood made me grimy
I hustle, get my weight up
C#m
Them niggas got to move
D#m
G#m
Only the strong survive
The weak getting bent up
Verse 3
C#m
I come through Niggas
be screwing
D#m
their face up at me
G#m
C#m
I'm like why they looking like that?
Got a sawed off sixteen
D#m
gauge shotgun with me
G#m
I'll put a big ass hole in yo back
C#m
Nigga, I don't know what you heard
D#m
G#m
about me
That got you looking like that
C#m
D#m
But I'll shoot, you know
G#m
I'm on some bullshit, fucking with me
C#m
I'll put a big ass hole in yo back
Verse 4
D#m
Yeah,
nigga what? You're now
Rocking with the livest
G#m
Beams on the llamas,
C#m
New York City's finest
D#m
G#m
A drug dealer's dream,
C#m
D#m
red jag, rim shining
G#m
C#m
Four shooters riding in the
D#m
Trucks right behind us
G#m
It ain't my fault man,
C#m
the hood made me grimy
D#m
G#m
I hustle, get my weight up
C#m
D#m
Them niggas got to move
G#m
Only the strong survive
The weak getting bent up
C#m
After they blow trial and that
D#m
G#m
Ass get sent up niggas
in the pens gon hear
This and lose they mind
Come home possessed by the music
C#m
D#m
G#m
And use that nine i was in Sean C crib when
C#m
I wrote my first verse
D#m
G#m
Stuck niggas in front of Edgemere
C#m
And let my gat burst
D#m
I ain't had no money then
I was in and out of cash
G#m
Wearing blue Nik e Cortez
from VIM's damn
Went to Eddie's for gold teeth
Benny's for the shines
C#m
Had on eight ball jackets to
D#m
Cover up the nines barrel link chains,
rings
G#m
C#m
Damn fools I rob em for
D#m
Like all kind of bling
G#m
This is not a fiction
homeboy it's fact
C#m
Certain kings paint problem
D#m
G#m
child on my back
Verse 5
G#m
I come through
Niggas be screwing their
C#m
face up at me
D#m
D#
G#m
I'm like why they
looking like that?
Got a sawed off sixteen
gauge shotgun with me
I'll put a big ass hole in yo
C#m
D#m
back
G#m
Nigga, I don't know what you
heard about me
C#m
That got you looking like that
But I'll shoot, you know
D#
G#m
I'm on some bullshit, fucking with me
C#m
D#
G#m
I'll put a big ass hole in yo back

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