Chords for King Von - War (Official Lyric Video)

[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Bang!
You just a little beast or what's [Bm] up?
Nigga I'll [Em] be damned
If a nigga think he finna take me out this shit ain't sweet
Nigga ain't going no back up
I be at his crib every day of [Bm] the week
Mental [C] was nice I couldn't even sleep
While outside niggas put me in heat
I was 16 with a cup of 15
Motherfuckers [Em] gotta die and it ain't gonna be me
Shooting shit some for some of y'all
He was just playing tough he gone run now
All these bitch ass niggas I tell her
Really starting to take the fun [D] out
I'ma tell her nigga [C] go to church with my gun out
Gotta pray for my gun he get two out
I'm the first name they say in the shoot out
God touch me [Em] like it's getting too [G] crowded
Homies they catch me I'm too silent
My name speak value I'm too violent
Niggas actin [E] tough run it
Then I'ma lay em down [B] like two pallets
[Em] Dress a nigga up like a new stylist
Out for a year nigga with a trial
With a ball I bet you a cop but she has some alibi
If he say what he sold we gone cut his alley
Nigga I'll be damned
If a nigga think he finna take me out this shit ain't sweet
Nigga ain't going no back on point
I be at his crib every day [Bm] of the week
Men's [C] Louis night socks couldn't even sleep
Boy [Em] outside niggas [D] couldn't even eat
[C] I was 16 with a carbon 15
Motherfuckers gotta die and it ain't [D] gonna be me
[Em] Shooting shit some for some of y'all
He was just playing tough he gone run now
All these bitch ass niggas I tell her
Really starting to take the fun [Bm] out
I'ma tell her nigga [C] go to church with my gun out
Gotta pray for my gun he get two out
I'm the first [Em] name they say in the shoot out
God touch me like it's getting too crowded
Damn, damn, are you bout it?
Rob you ain't shit you gone do bout it
My little bitch want a new body
My bullets come get you fast like a [Bm] Bugatti
I'm [C] going Scotty like Duarte
[Em] You getting shot if you too cocky
We fly with sticks like we play hockey
And you not a killer if you only got two bodies _
Run out, hustle son up to son out
We got some money it's fun now
Last nigga diskey born got [Bm] gun down _ What [F#] now?
It was [Em] funny but now it's not fun [B] now
I was [C] bummy now look who the bum [F#] now
I saw a nigga try to [Em] find I bet he get gunned down
Nigga I be damned
If a nigga think he finna take me out this shit ain't sweet
Nigga ain't going no [D] back on [Em] blow
I be at his crib every [Bm] day of the week
[C] Remember it was nights I couldn't even sleep
Boy outside niggas couldn't even eat
I was 16 with a cum in 15
Motherfuckers got a [Em] dime and it ain't gon' be me
Shoot shit son up to son out
He was just playing tough he gone run now
All these bitch ass niggas I tell her
Really starting to take the [D] fun out
I'ma tell her [C] nigga go to church with my gun out
Gotta pray for my gun he get too wild
I'm the first name they say in the shoot out
God touch me like it's getting [D] too crowded _
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