Chords for Put Your Colourz On (OFFICIAL)

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[B] _ _ Money bag, snatch rap, S-P [Ebm]-A-O, check nuts or lay low
[F] Come in the round here, catch chunks in your [Eb] a-no
I stay O [Abm]-tar with hot in the winter
And bullet shops tend to be the droppers
And it's where the cops like to [B] end up
Slapping cuffs on whoever whenever
But [F] sales will only stop for [Ebm] a little bit
I like the cracks in [Abm] the concrete
Better watch [Bb] the step when you cross me
I suggest you walk around and rock
Only gestures what they see, color ways what [Fm] they know
Man, it's in the street, already fake
Rappers lay [Eb] low, we ain't here to get sacked
Strictly business, rock the cash
Swarming with the cracks, start in trouble in the back
Never dropping it, money's not an option
I speak for the people above the law, hustle is a zap
You gotta let them know, the world is where it's at
If you [Eb] ain't from around here, little man, get back
We the realest in the game, homie, we ain't gotta act
Put the hood up on the shoulders so the world can see the trap
So the [Ebm] world can see the trap
Go put your [Eb] colors on, homie, go put your colors on
It doesn't matter what color or where you coming from
My team is color, the only thing we gon' show is form
Go put your colors on, homie, go put your [Ebm] colors on
I wanna know what [Ab] my life like, chump my life hood
[Abm] Ain't even trying to hear it, gotta lab up in the woods
Come the way to HQ, we having Christmas every day
Riding over the Benz with gravity the other [Eb] day
I got the boiler room cooking, propane gas burning
I ain't got much to [Abm] say, many people could be vermin
Face killer, the sermon, fresh meat grilling my body
You little man's a jab, stab and [Ebm] kill him
I'm a real life gangsta, certified hustler
And none of these [Abm] buffers come close to these killers
From the streets to the sectors, these gang banging deliverers
[Eb] Acetone spitters, taking shots at fish heads
We don't wear no quidditch, money we build bridges
Even behind prisons, walls bar, real job
Drugs, money, bikes, cars, can't forget my battle scars
Ayo, killer beast, I'm the herd, who's the [Ebm] hound?
I wanna know the [Eb] hood is where it's at
If you ain't from around here, little man, get back
We the realest in the game, homie, [Eb] we ain't gotta act
Put the hood up on the shoulders so the world can see the draft
So the [Ebm] world can see the draft
Go put [Eb] your colors on, homie, go put your colors on
It doesn't matter what color or where you coming from
My team is color, the only thing we gon' show is form
Go put your colors on, homie, go put your colors on
And now I'm looking at [Abm] New Zealand's hood fighters
In South Auckland, dream team, got the fiends tapping like arthritis
It's over for you rappers, I'mma test stay in juris
The streets was darkened before we made our [Ebm] appearance
We separate [Abm] the hard from the soft, we're fighters
You might as well call this whole rap game pop
You know we on top, there ain't nothing greater
I'mma rattle my haters, welcome to the league of [Eb] the majors
Step 187, I'm only with a flock of mean mugg like facelifts
Leave em buckled decent, raised up like street kids
The first day we'll make your features when [F] they're complete
My satisfaction taxes cut you in an arm's length
Like LBs, I'm weighing their corn beef
Like Ricky, my gun geese, I'm through [B] with the whole scene
[Eb] I spent big tickets trick or treating Halloween
[Ebm] I call it way hood fitted on, jeans [Eb] low, zoo-yong
Bikes on, carry on, homie, put your colors on
Rappers better slack, yeah, stop before you step
Everybody know the name G-I-T-T-E-R
And we ain't even out yet _ _
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