Chords for C Murder "Leave Em"

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C Murder "Leave Em" chords
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Yo, yo, what happened to Woody man?
It just left him on a block like that.
[B] Did ya?
Popo's ain't even young
Ambulance ain't coming [G] to this the hood
It's how we rock
You know what time it is I gotta get paid too, but if you're messing me I'm a c2c hit
So I leave him for the motherfucking never
Get him whatever the level
Bro, I'm gonna go with it
Now it's time for the family to break up
Black suit, see a little heat
Suits ain't no flesh, bulletproof
Beef ain't the meat, it's the real life in the streets
Cocaine like the sun, yeah boy, breathe the heat
My city hot like fish, Greek cooker
[E] I'ma see me open flame, watch your brain
Cause I'm married to the [G] game
I love the finger, fuck my pistol
Flip him like a nickel, let it rain all night
It's heavy [A] rain in the forecast
Midnight, full moon, the black [G] hoodie
Woody, fuck Jay's a man
I'm so mad, I can't sleep, I've been plotting
I'll snatch his mo and send a head for him [D] robbing
Label me a bad apple, I'ma be [C] it
So be it, [Eb] I told you murder
Truth to the street, [G] shit
Leave him for the motherfucking never
Get him whatever the level
Bro, I'm gonna go with [D] it
Now it's time for the family to break up
Say a little hate, shit, say [Gm] no flesh
[G] Bulletproof, all day we sit on the set
Eating icebergs, I'm trying to get my weight up
So all I [D] do is serve, I got real bills
[E] Two condos, two [G] projects, a brand new back edge
I [Dm] ain't never fucking met you, I'm like a vulture
Preying on the dead, searching for my next lick
My murder game is so fucking [D] sick
I can't even trust a nigga in the [A] mirror
And that's me, I put my pistol on myself in my [G] sleep
Mama taught me how to pray
Pops taught me how to live
The cuts taught me how to eat
I hope you know we robbing
There's duct tape, [Eb] stolen cups, and then the seat
That's the tool you ever wanna see before again
[G] Leave him for the motherfucking never
Get him whatever the level
Bro, I'm gonna go with it
Now it's time for the family to break up
Say a little hate, shit, [D] say no flesh
Bulletproof, all day we sit on the set
Eating icebergs, I'm trying to get my weight up
It's been a long time since I seen my buddy [D] dead
I shoot diapers in the motherfucking pit
[Cm] Black brunette by myself talking to a bitch
I [G] know I'm tripping
This my future full of cell blocks
I'm eating Captain Crunch on the front post
Motherfucking [D] drug spot
Sitting in the middle of the murder
Copping all the heads, busters scared
I'm gonna [Gm] give a fucking dirty [G] nap
I had a dream about bitches in the coffin
My cousin had the same nightmare in his [D] office
So I flew to Boston and picked all the bitch [G] beans
Now [D] I'm serving East Coast [Eb] beans and got a [G] new team
Now I got a new team now, you heard me?
Everybody locked up in the feds
Doing they [G] time, doing they bid
[D] The kid is back, mixtape [G] action now
[Eb] You're checking it out right now in your ear [G] drum, baby
See murder, I ain't gonna never die
Cut bars to life, see three, three, till I'm gone
Ha, we multiply homes
Got the whole world spooked out today
[E] It's all good
I'm busting at you from the booth
Let yourself be shook
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_ Yo, yo, what happened to Woody man?
It just left him on a block like that.
[B] Did ya?
_ Popo's ain't even young
Ambulance ain't coming [G] to this the hood
It's how we rock _ _ _
_ You know what time it is I gotta get paid too, but if you're messing me I'm a c2c hit
So I leave him for the motherfucking never
Get him whatever the level
Bro, I'm gonna go with it
Now it's time for the family to break up
Black suit, see a little heat
Suits ain't no flesh, bulletproof
Beef ain't the meat, it's the real life in the streets
Cocaine like the sun, yeah boy, breathe the heat
My city hot like fish, Greek cooker
[E] I'ma see me open flame, watch your brain
Cause I'm married to the [G] game
I love the finger, fuck my pistol
Flip him like a nickel, let it rain all night
It's heavy [A] rain in the forecast
Midnight, full moon, the black [G] hoodie
Woody, fuck Jay's a man
I'm so mad, I can't sleep, I've been plotting
I'll snatch his mo and send a head for him [D] robbing
Label me a bad apple, I'ma be [C] it
So be it, [Eb] I told you murder
Truth to the street, [G] shit
Leave him for the motherfucking never
Get him whatever the level
Bro, I'm gonna go with [D] it
Now it's time for the family to break up
Say a little hate, shit, say [Gm] no flesh
[G] Bulletproof, all day we sit on the set
Eating icebergs, I'm trying to get my weight up
So all I [D] do is serve, I got real bills
[E] Two condos, two [G] projects, a brand new back edge
I [Dm] ain't never fucking met you, I'm like a vulture
Preying on the dead, searching for my next lick
My murder game is so fucking [D] sick
I can't even trust a nigga in the [A] mirror
And that's me, I put my pistol on myself in my [G] sleep
Mama taught me how to pray
Pops taught me how to live
The cuts taught me how to eat
I hope you know we robbing
There's duct tape, [Eb] stolen cups, and then the seat
That's the tool you ever wanna see before again
[G] Leave him for the motherfucking never
Get him whatever the level
Bro, I'm gonna go with it
Now it's time for the family to break up
Say a little hate, shit, [D] say no flesh
Bulletproof, all day _ we sit on the set
Eating icebergs, I'm trying to get my weight up
It's been a long time since I seen my buddy [D] dead
I shoot diapers in the motherfucking pit
[Cm] Black brunette by myself talking to a bitch
I [G] know I'm tripping
This my future full of cell blocks
I'm eating Captain Crunch on the front post
Motherfucking [D] drug spot
Sitting in the middle of the murder
Copping all the heads, busters scared
I'm gonna [Gm] give a fucking dirty [G] nap
I had a dream about bitches in the coffin
My cousin had the same nightmare in his [D] office
So I flew to Boston and picked all the bitch [G] beans
Now [D] I'm serving East Coast [Eb] beans and got a [G] new team
Now I got a new team now, you heard me?
Everybody locked up in the feds
Doing they [G] time, doing they bid
[D] The kid is back, mixtape [G] action now
[Eb] You're checking it out right now in your ear [G] drum, baby
See murder, I ain't gonna never die
Cut bars to life, see three, three, till I'm gone
Ha, we multiply homes
Got the whole world spooked out today
[E] It's all good
I'm busting at you from the booth
_ Let yourself be shook _
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