Chords for R.I.P Woodie Gats and Rivals

_ Hey, [Abm] let's get it straight now.
I never fucked anybody [Dbm] over in my life
[Abm] All I have in this world is my boss
[Ab] I [Abm] don't break them
You [Eb] want to go out with me? _
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Black bird is gone.
That's what I want to die.
Just so [A] I can kick you in my homie.
Tell me why [Abm] I can't be suicidal _ _ _ _ _
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_ [E] _ I _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ got my mother
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[Abm] I
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_ [E] _ _ [Eb] _ [Dbm] Think I truly care about his family and all me [B] making cheese of the feeling [E] but that money comes and goes
So I stick close [A] to my homies quick to talk shit duties
Oh, [B] we're my thoughts are in the flicker
[E] What's my brains out with my liquor oldie bless me with the strength and [A] vigor to keep me in the picture
[Abm] He's rivals trying to box me [E] up and Bible's trying to lock me up
Try to get me stuck in a cell watch [A] stuff like no weather not that block
We [Abm] bought a be on my PC cues never get picture reason to rush up in the house with a [A] war
I think he don't believe the [Abm] new that's the way I'm living _ _ [A] I _
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[E] Forget the loaded quits and dumping on the suicidal.
That's the way it is living a life of gas and rivals
[Dbm] Have you ever heard of [Abm] a cerberia murder?
70 hungry hollows happy her?
Yeah, I'm certain [Dbm] the Antioch Police [Abm] Department
I break it down, but he was sorting yeah, whatever _
[B] What I know my [Abm] folks got murdered by the Pope Oh
They tiptoe to unload exposed the cover up and [E] cocoa County.
So don't doubt me [Abm] kids in my town
We can pack a pistol an extra fistful of bullets in our catch with a mo
Just bent toes and bodies, [E] love all eyes up in the shotty
Doubly out to my success, [A] doubly out to your last breath
You [E] come like guns with slugs, the fucks look on the gloves, let em die
Bust all them chops cause it's for your [A] follies, mission out these hungry homies
[Abm] I'm the faultless cut, ease the marks, the buck is to barely start
We lighten up your buck with a [A] chopper, that ain't the scary [B] part
These fools ain't very smart cause [E] they be testing my patience
But they seem to be evasive [A] when expressing my hatred
[E] Gang related, participated a five or [Eb] six a day
So got my homework, snacked with a shingle, knowing he never let off a single [B] shot
This constant nonsense, [Eb] consequence got me on the offensive [Dbm] test
This man is deep in the trenches, we represent vengeance
Still leaving no [B] evidence, at 50's, built in, wanna [E] kill me
Get rid of me, fold my brown [Dbm] skin, my scrub, my stare, my rug, my [A] hair
And the places I'm hanging around [B] in
Just lounging, living that gangster [E] life, money gone, got an old ego
Smoke in the road, we're just some soldiers, [A] would he shout a little low?
We're [E] trying to tell you motherfuckers back in 9-4
We keep our pistol cocked up in the yacht ready to eat for war
We [Dbm] get the loaded clips and dumping on them suicides
That's the way [Abm] it is, living life with bands [E] and rhymes
We're trying to tell you motherfuckers back in 9-4
We keep our pistol cocked up in the yacht ready to eat for war
We [Abm] get the loaded clips and dumping on them suicides
That's the way it is, living life with bands [E] and rhymes
I'm locked up in the yacht, five adversaries wish me dead
I'm still cracking, licking cash, trapped [A] in the sky like ripping thread
[E] Still I live through that yacht, pipe is the gunshot out my head
I'm packing less than full, I'm scrapped, [A] pumping my way back, flaunting red
We're trying to tell you [E] motherfuckers back in 9-4
We [Dbm] keep our pistol cocked up in the yacht ready to eat for war
We [B] get the loaded clips and dumping [Dbm] on them suicides
That's the way [A] it is, living life with bands and rhymes
We're [B] trying to tell you motherfuckers [E] back in 9-4
We keep our pistol cocked up in the yacht ready to eat for war
We get the loaded clips and dumping on them suicides
That's the way it is, living life with bands