R.B.L. Posse - A Lesson to be Learned Chords

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_ [Fm] _ _ I'm tired of this [A] motherfuckin' shit. _
I'm _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
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_ _ [F] _ tired [A] _ _
of this _ _ _ _ _ [F#]
motherfuckin' [Gm] shit.
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_ I'm tired of this motherfuckin' shit.
I'm tired of this motherfuckin' shit.
I'm tired of this motherfuckin' shit.
_ [A] Verse 2 goes out to the police.
[F#] Fuckin' with me, now your ass got [A] beef.
See, it started some static.
This silly ass rabbit, jackin' in my [F#] hood like a motherfuckin' bad habit.
[F] Diggin' through my pockets like motherfuckin' Dig Dug.
I guess I'm a [A] nigga that you wanna get rid of.
It seems that way in my motherfuckin' hood.
All you punk po'es, always up to no good.
[F] Comin' through sweatin' while we tryin' to get our girth on.
[F#] Fuckin' up a heist and we're sittin' in [A] a drug zone.
But you done did this the last time I meet.
See, now I'm gonna [D] gather up my motherfuckin' posse.
[Fm] Them crazy ass niggas, the crazy ass crew.
[F#] Them crazy motherfuckers with the steel-toed boots.
[A] I'm gettin' my matches, I'm grabbin' my gasoline.
And blowin' [F#] that police station to [Gm] smithereens, cause I [F] don't play.
I'm stackin' with my [F#] AK, sendin' you blue suits straight [A] to your grave.
So police, you can burn, baby, burn.
Cause the tools [D] have turned and you're gone.
On my last nurse [F] lessons and suggestions, this runnin' nigga's [F#] stressin'.
So watch out, chief, cause your [A] boy's got beef.
_ Check this motherfuckin' shit out.
_ _ [B] _ Rubbin' [F] on the mic, cause this nigga Memphis thick.
Pullin' out a 4-0 [E] RBL with my posse.
Standin' on home and tryin' to sell all my pack sacks.
Stress on my [E] mind, I'm still thinkin', will I get jacked?
But if you still go to [F] church, there's ain't no fear in my heart.
[E] I'm still yellin' right, [F] niggas tryin' to run while I thinkin' they on hit.
Can't toot, cause you're yackled in the midst.
Gettin' cocked by the [F] cops, not knowin' where you're goin'.
With a sack in your [E] neck, I'm poppin' in and shootin'.
Get thugged [F] in a paddy rack and wear all type of jerseys.
Or some get killed [E] in high-speed chases.
Now you sittin' in court [F] without givin' up a fight.
Got sent to the [E] pen, goin' 10 to 25.
[F] Some sayin' ain't worth it.
But I gotta go to [E] church, so my pockets won't be hurt.
[F] So get back, get back, get back.
Get your real to the game, [E] and you know I'm kickin' facts.
Yeah, there's [F] money to be earned.
But take notes or with your [E] sleep, cause it's a lesson to be learned.
Bitch, I thought you knew.
Bitch, I really thought you knew.
It's a lesson to be learned.
Bitch, I thought you knew.
Bitch, I really thought you knew.
It's a lesson to be learned.
Bitch, I thought you knew.
Bitch, I really thought you knew.
_ Bitch, I thought you knew.
Bitch, I really thought you knew.
It's a lesson to be [G#m] learned.
Bitch, I thought you knew.
Bitch, I really thought you knew.
It's a lesson to be [Fm] learned.
Bitch, I thought you knew.
Bitch, I really thought you knew.
It's a lesson to be learned.
Bitch, I thought you knew.
Bitch, I really thought you knew.
It's a lesson to be learned.
Bitch, I thought you knew.
The whole [E] motherfucking Bay Area has a lesson to be learned.
Bitch, I thought you knew.
Bitch, I really thought you knew.
Bitch, I thought you knew.
Bitch, I really thought you knew.
It's a lesson to be [F] learned.
Bitch, I thought you knew.
Bitch, I [E] really thought you knew.
It's a lesson to be learned.
Bitch, I thought you knew.
Bitch, I really thought you knew.
It's a lesson to be learned.
Bitch, I thought _ _ _ _ you knew.
[F] It's a lesson to be learned.
Bitch, I thought [E] you knew.
Bitch, I really thought you knew.
Oh! _ _ _