Chords for Don't Need Your Love

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Yo, Havoc, I'm too [Fm] close to the egg on this one, nigga
I ain't [Bbm] no punk, though, I'm a keeper with raw gutter
[Fm] Yo, Prodigy, you know I need you on this one, nigga
[Bbm] I got shit on my chest, I must [Fm] confess
Last night I was the nigga that shot up your projects
[Bbm]
Now I'm back in the hood with rocks and a [Fm] Pyrex
Tank khakis and them Nike Airs with the [Bbm] Dytex
I was forced to [Fm] live this life, forced to bust my chrome
My pops left me in a foster [Bbm] home
I felt abandoned like quick, now that Mars broke [Fm] gold
So I don't hop in the SS without the [Bbm] Mossberg home
I been rappin' for [Fm] a year and a half, my life was real
Put the gun in his mouth, he gon' bite the steel
Come to comp and I got striped for real
[F] Before Dre, before the Ice, before the deal
I was [Bbm] almost killed like Pac before the death row deal
I [F] got shot over two pounds of weed, still ain't found them [Bbm] niggas
But karma come quicker for a nigga on [Fm] the other side of the gun
That's somethin' I gotta teach my [Bbm] son
I don't need your love
_ [F] I don't need your [Bbm]
love
I don't [Fm] need it
I don't [Bbm] need your love
_ [Fm] _ _ I don't need your [Bb]
love
This love game [F] gon' change
I [Bbm] heard they got Bloods in New York now
Red Rags in Uptown Harlem now
I need that love, front court at the Knicks game
New chick, [Fm] French name, new car, new house
And sometimes [Bbm] friends change
And you don't need that love when you gees like us
And your Jesus piece is similar to Biggie's
And your life story is similar to 50's
First they hate you, then they love you, then they hate you again
What the fuck do it take for [Fm] a gangsta to win?
No mics, no unsigned hype, nigga, fuck the [Bbm] sauce
Plus them awards I don't need
And them [F] niggas grievin' the same air as me
Actin' like they [Bbm] don't bleed
We don't drive the [Fm] same speed, this a continental T
That's a case of Armadale, this a continental [Bbm] sweet
So I'ma drown in my own sorrows
[F] Live life, fuck [Fm] tomorrow, nigga, cause reality [Bbm] is
I don't need your love
I [Fm] _ _ don't need your [Bb]
love
I don't want [Fm] it, I don't need it
I [Bbm] _
_ _ _ [F] _ don't need your [Bb]
love
This love game [Fm] gon' change
[Bbm] I was gassed up, murdering, [Fm] Rockefeller passed up
Sat in daddy's house with black Robin [Bbm] Loom, Axe Puff
Now the game set in stone, the [Fm] Frank Muller set in stones
Drake cut me a check, I'm [Bbm] gone
Tryna be the king of the streets, niggas, I went to throne
But I got nieces to feed, two coats to [Bbm] please
So [Fm] I roam through the city like the ghost of Eve
Gotta put Compton back where it's supposed to [Bbm] be
Nothing between all my niggas that's close to [F] me
In the streets with two fellas back in tows for [Bbm] me
I'm posted B, got all the critics watchin' my [F] pivot
On my block in [Fm] the coupe, reading Kites from prison
I got niggas doin' life in prison
All my fallen soldiers is one of the reasons
We far outlicked and so this song is for Miss [Bbm] Wallace
Hafini [F] Shakur and all the mothers of [Fm] dead sons that went out in the [Bbm] war
I don't need your love
I [F] _ don't need your [Bbm] love
[Bb] I _ [Fm] don't need it
I [Bbm] don't need your [Bb] love
_ [Fm] _ I don't need your [Bbm]
love
This [Bb] love game [Fm] gon' change
I [Bbm] don't need your love
I [Fm] _ don't need your [Bbm]
love
I don't _ [Fm] need it
I [Bbm] don't need your _ love
[F] _ I don't need your [Bb] love
This love game [F] gon' [Fm] change
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