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

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