Chords for Eminem, Obie Trice & 50 Cent- Love Me (Uncut)
Tempo:
161.75 bpm
Chords used:
F#m
F#
D
G#
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Y'all see me
[B]
[F#] Niggas I'm still grinding [D] here.
I'm [F#] still hearing those sirens.
I'm still getting chased by those [F#m] lights
Only the [D] lights mom and [F#m] my mics on and my [Bm] time is none because [F#m] I'm writing more and I ain't here [D] to be the soul
In [F#m] this business.
I'm here to eat speak into [G#] these holes [F#] filters and I can't let [G#] y'all derail me [F#m] man
I got young Kobe homie.
You gotta let [C#] go of OB cuz OB be back
[D] [F#m] We get them craps going on and that yak going on soon as a nigga [D] touchdown back [F#m] from dawn
It's whatever put that on the cheddar [G#] man, [F#m] but in the meantime
[G#]
Jimmy I've [F#] been time chase cheese run to my voice give out.
[F#m] This is it my niggas
This is what we post about now.
I'm here.
So shut your motherfucking mouth
[F#]
[F#m] [F#]
I'm gonna [F#m] hold you
[G#]
[C#]
[F#] [D]
[F#m]
[F#m] [G#]
[C#]
[F#m] This is certain mystique when I [D] speak that you notice [C#] that sort of unique cuz you know
It's me [B] my poetry [F#] deep and I'm still mad at the way I [D] floated his beat.
[F#] You can't sit still
It's like trying to [Bm] smoke crack and go to [F#m] sleep.
I'm scrap.
It's known any [D] minute I could [F#m] snap
I'm the equivalent of what would happen if true [F#] rap.
I'm only these rappers so bad [D]
lyrically.
[F#m] It ain't even funny
I ain't even hungry.
It ain't even money.
You can't pay me enough for [D] you to play me
It's [F#] not the mania you just ain't zany enough to rock [F#m] with shady.
My noodle is not the [D] doodle my clocks [F#] cuckoo
I got screws loose.
Yeah, the whole kid and caboodle.
I'm just brutal.
It's no [G#] rumor
No, [F#] assume it there's no humor in it no more, you know, I'm rolling with a swollen [D] bowling ball in my [C#] bag
You need a bag to come and [F#] tear a new hole in [F#m] my
[F#]
[F#m]
[G#]
[F#]
[F#m] [F#]
[F#m]
[G#]
[C#] [F#]
Hood [D]
my [C#] name if it ain't about the flow is about the [F#] stones in the chain
The fuck was you I love me [D] too.
I'm roll like a [F#] boss not 11 pause same [Bm] color as [F#m] cranberry sauce
I ain't going front.
I thought Kelly was shit.
Let me find out he fuck around with [F#] bad wild [F#m] bitch niggas eating popcorn
[D] Right, we're winding the [F#m] tape.
That's shorty mama in the precinct hollering rape.
I'm convinced man.
Something [C#] really wrong with these hoes
I thought [F#] little Kim was hot this you start fucking with a [F#m] nose
Listen to Laura Hill [C#] and tap my [F#] feet then the bitch without a CD didn't have no [F#m] beat that boy D'Angelo
[G#] He determined not to [F#] fail that nigga with but for his record to sell [F#m] my back shot to help a [D] shanty
Hit them high [F#] notes and big Ben torch.
I'll leave you more to
[F#m] [F#]
[F#m]
[G#]
[C#]
[F#m] [F#]
[F#m]
[G#]
[C#] Hold you
[F#] [F#m] [G#]
[F#] [F#m]
[B]
[F#] [Bm]
[F#m]
[Bm]
[F#m]
[G#]
[F#]
[F#m] [C#]
[F#] [G#]
[F#m] [G#]
[F#m] [C#]
[F#m] [G#]
[F#m] [F#]
[F#]
[N]
[B]
[F#] Niggas I'm still grinding [D] here.
I'm [F#] still hearing those sirens.
I'm still getting chased by those [F#m] lights
Only the [D] lights mom and [F#m] my mics on and my [Bm] time is none because [F#m] I'm writing more and I ain't here [D] to be the soul
In [F#m] this business.
I'm here to eat speak into [G#] these holes [F#] filters and I can't let [G#] y'all derail me [F#m] man
I got young Kobe homie.
You gotta let [C#] go of OB cuz OB be back
[D] [F#m] We get them craps going on and that yak going on soon as a nigga [D] touchdown back [F#m] from dawn
It's whatever put that on the cheddar [G#] man, [F#m] but in the meantime
[G#]
Jimmy I've [F#] been time chase cheese run to my voice give out.
[F#m] This is it my niggas
This is what we post about now.
I'm here.
So shut your motherfucking mouth
[F#]
[F#m] [F#]
I'm gonna [F#m] hold you
[G#]
[C#]
[F#] [D]
[F#m]
[F#m] [G#]
[C#]
[F#m] This is certain mystique when I [D] speak that you notice [C#] that sort of unique cuz you know
It's me [B] my poetry [F#] deep and I'm still mad at the way I [D] floated his beat.
[F#] You can't sit still
It's like trying to [Bm] smoke crack and go to [F#m] sleep.
I'm scrap.
It's known any [D] minute I could [F#m] snap
I'm the equivalent of what would happen if true [F#] rap.
I'm only these rappers so bad [D]
lyrically.
[F#m] It ain't even funny
I ain't even hungry.
It ain't even money.
You can't pay me enough for [D] you to play me
It's [F#] not the mania you just ain't zany enough to rock [F#m] with shady.
My noodle is not the [D] doodle my clocks [F#] cuckoo
I got screws loose.
Yeah, the whole kid and caboodle.
I'm just brutal.
It's no [G#] rumor
No, [F#] assume it there's no humor in it no more, you know, I'm rolling with a swollen [D] bowling ball in my [C#] bag
You need a bag to come and [F#] tear a new hole in [F#m] my
[F#]
[F#m]
[G#]
[F#]
[F#m] [F#]
[F#m]
[G#]
[C#] [F#]
Hood [D]
my [C#] name if it ain't about the flow is about the [F#] stones in the chain
The fuck was you I love me [D] too.
I'm roll like a [F#] boss not 11 pause same [Bm] color as [F#m] cranberry sauce
I ain't going front.
I thought Kelly was shit.
Let me find out he fuck around with [F#] bad wild [F#m] bitch niggas eating popcorn
[D] Right, we're winding the [F#m] tape.
That's shorty mama in the precinct hollering rape.
I'm convinced man.
Something [C#] really wrong with these hoes
I thought [F#] little Kim was hot this you start fucking with a [F#m] nose
Listen to Laura Hill [C#] and tap my [F#] feet then the bitch without a CD didn't have no [F#m] beat that boy D'Angelo
[G#] He determined not to [F#] fail that nigga with but for his record to sell [F#m] my back shot to help a [D] shanty
Hit them high [F#] notes and big Ben torch.
I'll leave you more to
[F#m] [F#]
[F#m]
[G#]
[C#]
[F#m] [F#]
[F#m]
[G#]
[C#] Hold you
[F#] [F#m] [G#]
[F#] [F#m]
[B]
[F#] [Bm]
[F#m]
[Bm]
[F#m]
[G#]
[F#]
[F#m] [C#]
[F#] [G#]
[F#m] [G#]
[F#m] [C#]
[F#m] [G#]
[F#m] [F#]
[F#]
[N]
Key:
F#m
F#
D
G#
C#
F#m
F#
D
_ _ _ Y'all see me _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ [F#] Niggas I'm still grinding [D] here.
I'm [F#] still hearing those sirens.
I'm still getting chased by those [F#m] lights
Only the [D] lights mom and [F#m] my mics on and my [Bm] time is none because [F#m] I'm writing more and I ain't here [D] to be the soul
In [F#m] this business.
I'm here to eat speak into [G#] these holes [F#] filters and I can't let [G#] y'all derail me [F#m] man
I got young Kobe homie.
You gotta let [C#] go of OB cuz OB be back
[D] _ [F#m] We get them craps going on and that yak going on soon as a nigga [D] touchdown back [F#m] from dawn
It's whatever put that on the cheddar [G#] man, [F#m] but in the meantime
_ [G#]
Jimmy I've [F#] been time chase cheese run to my voice give out.
[F#m] This is it my niggas
This is what we post about now.
I'm here.
So shut your motherfucking mouth
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [F#]
I'm gonna _ _ [F#m] hold you
_ [G#] _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [G#] _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ This is certain mystique when I [D] speak that you notice [C#] that sort of unique cuz you know
It's me [B] my poetry [F#] deep and I'm still mad at the way I [D] floated his beat.
[F#] You can't sit still
It's like trying to [Bm] smoke crack and go to [F#m] sleep.
I'm scrap.
It's known any [D] minute I could [F#m] snap
I'm the equivalent of what would happen if true [F#] rap.
I'm only these rappers so bad [D]
lyrically.
[F#m] It ain't even funny
I ain't even hungry.
It ain't even money.
You can't pay me enough for [D] you to play me
It's [F#] not the mania you just ain't zany enough to rock [F#m] with shady.
My noodle is not the [D] doodle my clocks [F#] cuckoo
I got screws loose.
Yeah, the whole kid and caboodle.
I'm just brutal.
It's no [G#] rumor
No, [F#] _ assume it there's no humor in it no more, you know, I'm rolling with a swollen [D] bowling ball in my [C#] bag
You need a bag to come and [F#] tear a new hole in [F#m] my
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G#] _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G#] _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ Hood [D]
my [C#] name if it ain't about the flow is about the [F#] stones in the chain
The fuck was you I love me [D] too.
I'm roll like a [F#] boss not 11 pause same [Bm] color as [F#m] cranberry sauce
I ain't going front.
I thought Kelly was shit.
Let me find out he fuck around with [F#] bad wild [F#m] bitch niggas eating popcorn
[D] Right, we're winding the [F#m] tape.
That's shorty mama in the precinct hollering rape.
I'm convinced man.
Something [C#] really wrong with these hoes
I thought [F#] little Kim was hot this you start fucking with a [F#m] nose
Listen to Laura Hill [C#] and tap my [F#] feet then the bitch without a CD didn't have no [F#m] beat that boy D'Angelo
[G#] He determined not to [F#] fail that nigga with but for his record to sell [F#m] my back shot to help a [D] shanty
Hit them high [F#] notes and big Ben torch.
I'll leave you more to
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G#] _
_ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G#] _
_ _ [C#] _ Hold you
[F#] _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ [G#] _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G#] _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [G#] _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ [G#] _
_ _ [F#m] _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [G#] _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ [F#] Niggas I'm still grinding [D] here.
I'm [F#] still hearing those sirens.
I'm still getting chased by those [F#m] lights
Only the [D] lights mom and [F#m] my mics on and my [Bm] time is none because [F#m] I'm writing more and I ain't here [D] to be the soul
In [F#m] this business.
I'm here to eat speak into [G#] these holes [F#] filters and I can't let [G#] y'all derail me [F#m] man
I got young Kobe homie.
You gotta let [C#] go of OB cuz OB be back
[D] _ [F#m] We get them craps going on and that yak going on soon as a nigga [D] touchdown back [F#m] from dawn
It's whatever put that on the cheddar [G#] man, [F#m] but in the meantime
_ [G#]
Jimmy I've [F#] been time chase cheese run to my voice give out.
[F#m] This is it my niggas
This is what we post about now.
I'm here.
So shut your motherfucking mouth
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [F#]
I'm gonna _ _ [F#m] hold you
_ [G#] _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [G#] _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ This is certain mystique when I [D] speak that you notice [C#] that sort of unique cuz you know
It's me [B] my poetry [F#] deep and I'm still mad at the way I [D] floated his beat.
[F#] You can't sit still
It's like trying to [Bm] smoke crack and go to [F#m] sleep.
I'm scrap.
It's known any [D] minute I could [F#m] snap
I'm the equivalent of what would happen if true [F#] rap.
I'm only these rappers so bad [D]
lyrically.
[F#m] It ain't even funny
I ain't even hungry.
It ain't even money.
You can't pay me enough for [D] you to play me
It's [F#] not the mania you just ain't zany enough to rock [F#m] with shady.
My noodle is not the [D] doodle my clocks [F#] cuckoo
I got screws loose.
Yeah, the whole kid and caboodle.
I'm just brutal.
It's no [G#] rumor
No, [F#] _ assume it there's no humor in it no more, you know, I'm rolling with a swollen [D] bowling ball in my [C#] bag
You need a bag to come and [F#] tear a new hole in [F#m] my
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G#] _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G#] _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ Hood [D]
my [C#] name if it ain't about the flow is about the [F#] stones in the chain
The fuck was you I love me [D] too.
I'm roll like a [F#] boss not 11 pause same [Bm] color as [F#m] cranberry sauce
I ain't going front.
I thought Kelly was shit.
Let me find out he fuck around with [F#] bad wild [F#m] bitch niggas eating popcorn
[D] Right, we're winding the [F#m] tape.
That's shorty mama in the precinct hollering rape.
I'm convinced man.
Something [C#] really wrong with these hoes
I thought [F#] little Kim was hot this you start fucking with a [F#m] nose
Listen to Laura Hill [C#] and tap my [F#] feet then the bitch without a CD didn't have no [F#m] beat that boy D'Angelo
[G#] He determined not to [F#] fail that nigga with but for his record to sell [F#m] my back shot to help a [D] shanty
Hit them high [F#] notes and big Ben torch.
I'll leave you more to
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G#] _
_ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G#] _
_ _ [C#] _ Hold you
[F#] _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ [G#] _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _