Chords for DMX feat. Ruff Ryders - Get Wild

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[Eb] _ [Db] _ [Ebm] Double R niggas baby! _ _
[F] _ [Db] _ [Ebm] _ _ _ Come on!
All my niggas!
All my [Db] bitches!
Get [Eb] high!
Get drunk!
Get loud!
Get cool!
You know my style!
Get cool!
Bitches [Fm] back!
Niggas back!
[Db] And let me get [Ebm] you that funk shit!
Clunk [Bb] shit!
While I make you pay!
[Gb] I be drunk!
[F] But [Eb] walk quick [Db] when the dog [Ebm] hit!
The dog hits!
Coming back to the raw shit!
Oh shit!
And [F] let me back [Db] out in the gate!
[Ebm] Back out the gate!
Back out the gate!
[Gb] Back [F] off the gate!
[Eb] So please back [Db] out the gate!
[Eb] Before you back out [Ebm] with the fucking AK!
Never fuck what a nigga [F] say!
No matter [Eb] who we sound like!
And sure you know what the rain [Bb] is!
When it's gonna be coming down [Gb] like cats [Fm] and dogs!
[Ebm] Hold up!
It is [Db] cats and dogs!
[Ebm] Keep fucking with the dog it's gonna be cats in the malls!
Got 22 million [Fm] souls!
[Db] That's super real!
[Ebm] More than Jack Miller!
Ain't even 22 years old!
[Gb] He's never [F] felt the cold!
[Eb] Grab [Db] behind the ears!
[Eb] Know what real pain is!
Cry real tears!
I go hard!
Walk [F] off!
Stand [Db] my ground!
[Eb] Fuck y'all niggas!
It's high school!
_ [Gb] All my niggas!
[Eb] All my bitches!
[Db] Get high!
[Ebm] Get drunk!
Get loud!
Get full!
You know my style!
Bitches bad!
[Fm] Niggas bad!
And [Db] let me give you [Ebm] that bullshit!
While I make you back it [Gb] up to draw!
This [F] don't look [Eb] right!
This [Db] bullshit go go cook [Ebm] right!
This judge ain't throwing the book right!
You should thank the lord [F] that you blew [Db] us off!
Don't [F] talk greasy you grew up off me!
[Gb] I ain't [F] letting go of [Eb] the flock!
And [Db] if I get a [Eb] good enough grip I ain't [Ebm] letting go of the lock!
If [Gb] I happen to get pinched [F] I ain't going [Db] to shock!
[Ebm] I wanna get acquainted with no one!
I don't [Gb] hate!
[Fm]
[Ebm] Cause [Db] everybody got a [Eb] little blood to donate!
The thugs [Ebm] are gonna hate!
The women are gonna come around!
[Fm] Shortly [Db] after that is [Eb] when the jealousy sets in!
Then they'll shut it [Gb] down!
It's [F] just rap!
[Eb] Nothing [Db] on the neck!
[Eb] Rich weird!
Just classy!
There's no way I'm letting this money just get past [F] me!
But all I [Db] had to do in the first place [Ebm] from the beginning was get nasty!
[Gb] All [Fm] my niggas!
[Eb] All my bitches!
[Db] Get high!
[Ebm] Get drunk!
Get loud!
Get full!
You know my style!
Bitches bad!
[Fm] Niggas bad!
And let [Db] me give you that [Ebm] bullshit!
While I make you reggae that [Gb] we smoke!
That [F] West Coast shit [Eb] I tell em to go fish!
Going purple in a purple Laker jersey with the gold kids!
Bitches be like boom!
[F] You a [Db] mothafuckin cripple!
[Ebm] Hop in a whip and lean to that mothafuckin flip!
Every [Gb] club in Cali [F] crack it!
[Eb] It's gangsta town!
Couple [Gb] niggas with me that'll bang you down!
A lil mama put switches on it [F] make it [Eb] duck!
If Kobe you need a lil John [Bb] to make it crook!
If it's all [Gb] for real come [Fm] to Cali play [Ebm] I'll take your puck!
My New York niggas are lean y'all will raise a buck!
Now papa [Gb] raise the Rolling Stone!
I [Fm] feel like [Ebm] Pac!
I feel like Pac!
So even [Gb] though I got the [F] tilt I [Eb] still might pop right in front of the po [Gb]-po!
You can feel my shots man all my niggas carry bangers!
[F] Feel like [Eb] Swat!
And that's the reason why React don't [Bb] feel like Watts!
Come [Gb] on!
All [Fm] my niggas!
All [Ebm] my bitches!
Get [Eb] high!
Get drunk!
Get wild!
What for?
You know my style!
Bitches bad!
Niggas [Fm] bad!
And let me [Ebm] give you that bullshit!
Bullshit!
While I make you reggae that we [Gb] smoke!
[Fm] _
[Ebm] Get fly!
_ Get wild! _
[Fm] [Ebm] You know my style! Niggas bad!
_ And let me give you that [Gb] bullshit!
[F]
[Eb] Bullshit!
While I make you [Ebm] reggae that we smoke!
Get fly! _ _ _