Chords for Eminem - Mama I'm a Criminal [ft. 2Pac, Nas]

I want you to close your eyes and visit the most beautiful place in the world.
If you're in the [C#] hood, in the ghetto street corner, come on this journey.
The best journey. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Even if you're in the [C#] hood.
I'm [Fm] coming for you. _ _ _ _
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_ [C#] _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ I'm _ [C#] [Fm] coming for you.
I'm _ coming for you.
_ I'm coming for you.
I'm coming for you. _ _ _ _
_ [C#] _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I'm coming for you. _ _ _ _
I'm coming for [C#] you.
I'm [Fm] coming for you.
I'm coming for you.
I'm coming _ _ _ _ _ _ for you.
You better make us a [C#] man.
I'm a [Fm] man, bro. _ _ _ _ _
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[C#] Mama.
[Fm] _ _ _ _ Mama.
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_ Just take all the people that you knew in the past that passed on may in heaven fell [C#] peace and laughter.
Mama, [Fm] my picture of place today is this.
Together, there has to be a place better than this in heaven.
So right before I sleep, dear God, wear the mask.
Remember this faith, save me from this [C#] place.
[Fm] Mama, I'm a criminal.
Mama, I'm a criminal.
_ Mama, I'm a criminal.
Criminal. _ _
[C#] Mama, [Fm] I'm a criminal.
Mama, I'm a criminal.
Mama, I'm a criminal.
Criminal.
Criminal.
_ Mama, I'm a criminal.
Under the ground, pick me up.
Broken tibias, vivius, yeah, fix me up.
60 smuts, all of them, dying of a mass fixie.
An app that they sent pissed to a Christopher Reeves sippy cup.
[C#] Dixie cups, [Fm] pops, box of Ozzy pads.
Enough box of cotton to send to fuckin' Oxy rehab.
Whack time in the back in a black Dockin' cab.
Jackin' off to a hockey mask, in a boxing mask.
Can't say that, but yes he can.
I just did, faggot, now guess again.
Better text message your next of kin.
Tell them shit's about to get extra messy.
Especially when I flex again.
I know a fuckin' lesbian and wet C-men.
Faggoty, faggoty, faggoty, raggity, and a [C#] handy.
No, [Fm] raggity, andy, and andy.
No, it can't be, it can't be.
Yes, it can be.
The fuckin' anti-Christ is back, Danny.
Insanity, black satin panties.
This is Amityville, calamity.
Goddamn, insanity.
Bill, fanny pack, Phil, Xanny.
Wearing milk and cranny, looking for trannies.
Milk and cookies, spilled, I spilled necklace.
Dang, hook, raise up a lathe with me to make you believe.
Cases of Maybelline makeup lay on a table of weed.
Slim shady, shit serves like a favor to me.
Jumped out my fuckin' toilet, we were taking a pee.
When the ice, when you close your eyes and you look at the most beautiful place in the world.
_ You hear the hood, you hear the ghetto street corner. _
You know it's a dream, _ you know it's a dream.
It's a dream, it's a dream.
It's a dream, it's a dream.
It's a dream, it's a dream.
When the ice, when you close your eyes and you look at the most beautiful place in the world.
You hear the hood, you hear the ghetto street corner.
Come on this journey. _
_ This journey. _ _ _ _ _
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