Chords for Sounds Of Rage - Street Warrior
Tempo:
87.7 bpm
Chords used:
Em
Bm
B
E
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D#] [E] I know everything there is to know about you.
You know nothing about me.
All you need to know about me is that I'm giving you a choice.
Either I finish you now or I let you live.
And if I let you live, your life is mine.
[Em] Coming [G] down the aisle with the [Em] freestyle jacks.
Boy, I deeper than the camp.
Your brain, I stamp.
Like my mail, I'm ringing on your doorbell.
Leaving bloody spells, tell your boy he in hell.
The tag team champions, I got the gold belt.
I make your niggas melt.
Now tell me how that felt, windows shattered.
[Bm] Body slamming niggas [Em] through cars, bloody two-foot stars.
Watch it go raw, hit niggas with crowbars.
Cops [Bm] come and investigate the body, [Em] hide the coke in the beepers.
I had your head, ass, and the speaker.
Go raw, I put you in the finger floor.
Head-butting niggas with a fucking iron score.
[Bm] Tagging this war, whip his ass [Em] through the [B] wall.
Left him dead, power slammed him [Em] on his bike, dead.
A deadly game of blood sport is the case.
I snap your neck and put my snake on your fucking face.
And when he swat at you, I put you in the duffle bag.
And go and wrestle with my coke in the ruffle bag.
[Em] Ill-dead bodies sticking up the block like skunks.
Power drive you niggas into a table like Terry Funk.
[Bm] Load the bunk, it's time [Em] to attack.
Left him flat on his back, smack him with a cactus like Jack.
Cause water ain't thicker than mud.
I bust a [Bm] slug in your mug, right the dub [Em] with your blood.
I'm [B] sticking niggas the fuck up in [Em] UPS truck.
[B] Negroes ran, popping up your car [Em] like the repo man.
I bought a home off this nigga with [Bm] bullshit.
Now it's time to go to war [Em] with a four-clip.
Aw shit, it's time to start the shit, and we gon' finish it.
You're fucking with a menace, bitch.
We can't get caught, we gotta be sharp like sauce.
Cause I ain't tryna [E] do no light fucking greatest for.
[B] I'm aiming for your [E] score with the 4-4.
[F#m] The barrel was [Em] the last thing that he saw.
I [Bm] seen this little son in [Em] the hall.
Grabbed and kidnapped, now we chillin' with me and Cole Brawl.
Niggas [N] collapse, catching heart attacks.
It's time to go to war.
I break the back to write a rap.
That's the map, jetting out the back.
I flex your fucking brain like a bag of cats.
Bitch, you bring the school in my backpack.
I want my pockets fat like a fat rat.
The street warrior, the street [E] warrior.
It's [G] your weird finish.
[B] Yeah, I need this motherfucking [Em] money.
That make me mad thinking about it.
So I'ma write a murder rhyme about it.
[Bm] Punk nigga, I ain't no [Em] fucking joke.
Gat to your fucking throat.
Cause I got clientele without no coat.
[Bm] You get the dog broke, and [Em] I'll barf coke.
Cause it ain't no ho.
You get fucked like a bag of niggas, so I can soak.
I make rappers walk the plank with the long shank.
Stick [Bm] up a bank, now my pockets [Em] big like Tom Hanks.
Little rascal, break your niggas down.
Crack the ground, break more hell than the house.
You're going down, like a fucking burning flame.
I burn your brain with a high fire chain.
[Bm] Retire, clothesline you [Em] with some barbed wire.
Drang you so deep, a scuba diver couldn't find ya.
I snap your neck and you be singing what's behind ya.
North Philly, buried bodies in North Carolina.
Smoke a marijuana, feed your ass to my [Bm] anacondas.
And feed your [Em] anacondas to the piranhas.
No time to trace, climbing up your fucking face.
In this rap race, I'm coming in first place.
I'm going in them, poisonous like venom.
Now split them, fuck them up, it's time to pin them.
Put them in the four nails and rip this arm off.
Fuck them with the bars, one, two, three, nigga, you lost.
Them T's look like frogs, knocking in your jaws.
You get [N] caught, going in your teeth like denim floss.
The big bars, clearing up your [E] steps like hogs.
Ain't nothing soft, I'm blowing off your frogs.
Chewing niggas the fuck up like jaws.
My head lifts, you get checked off.
No applause, motherfucker.
[N] The street warrior, the street warrior.
I got something [Em] for ya.
[Bm] The street warrior, I [Em] got something for ya.
The street warrior, now I get it for ya.
[Bm] The street warrior, they [Em] moved to California.
The dope employer, the street warrior.
[B] The street warrior, [Em] the street warrior.
[Bm] The motherfucker street [Em] warrior.
Street warriors, L.A. Square, G-Max, and Golden Robe.
You know nothing about me.
All you need to know about me is that I'm giving you a choice.
Either I finish you now or I let you live.
And if I let you live, your life is mine.
[Em] Coming [G] down the aisle with the [Em] freestyle jacks.
Boy, I deeper than the camp.
Your brain, I stamp.
Like my mail, I'm ringing on your doorbell.
Leaving bloody spells, tell your boy he in hell.
The tag team champions, I got the gold belt.
I make your niggas melt.
Now tell me how that felt, windows shattered.
[Bm] Body slamming niggas [Em] through cars, bloody two-foot stars.
Watch it go raw, hit niggas with crowbars.
Cops [Bm] come and investigate the body, [Em] hide the coke in the beepers.
I had your head, ass, and the speaker.
Go raw, I put you in the finger floor.
Head-butting niggas with a fucking iron score.
[Bm] Tagging this war, whip his ass [Em] through the [B] wall.
Left him dead, power slammed him [Em] on his bike, dead.
A deadly game of blood sport is the case.
I snap your neck and put my snake on your fucking face.
And when he swat at you, I put you in the duffle bag.
And go and wrestle with my coke in the ruffle bag.
[Em] Ill-dead bodies sticking up the block like skunks.
Power drive you niggas into a table like Terry Funk.
[Bm] Load the bunk, it's time [Em] to attack.
Left him flat on his back, smack him with a cactus like Jack.
Cause water ain't thicker than mud.
I bust a [Bm] slug in your mug, right the dub [Em] with your blood.
I'm [B] sticking niggas the fuck up in [Em] UPS truck.
[B] Negroes ran, popping up your car [Em] like the repo man.
I bought a home off this nigga with [Bm] bullshit.
Now it's time to go to war [Em] with a four-clip.
Aw shit, it's time to start the shit, and we gon' finish it.
You're fucking with a menace, bitch.
We can't get caught, we gotta be sharp like sauce.
Cause I ain't tryna [E] do no light fucking greatest for.
[B] I'm aiming for your [E] score with the 4-4.
[F#m] The barrel was [Em] the last thing that he saw.
I [Bm] seen this little son in [Em] the hall.
Grabbed and kidnapped, now we chillin' with me and Cole Brawl.
Niggas [N] collapse, catching heart attacks.
It's time to go to war.
I break the back to write a rap.
That's the map, jetting out the back.
I flex your fucking brain like a bag of cats.
Bitch, you bring the school in my backpack.
I want my pockets fat like a fat rat.
The street warrior, the street [E] warrior.
It's [G] your weird finish.
[B] Yeah, I need this motherfucking [Em] money.
That make me mad thinking about it.
So I'ma write a murder rhyme about it.
[Bm] Punk nigga, I ain't no [Em] fucking joke.
Gat to your fucking throat.
Cause I got clientele without no coat.
[Bm] You get the dog broke, and [Em] I'll barf coke.
Cause it ain't no ho.
You get fucked like a bag of niggas, so I can soak.
I make rappers walk the plank with the long shank.
Stick [Bm] up a bank, now my pockets [Em] big like Tom Hanks.
Little rascal, break your niggas down.
Crack the ground, break more hell than the house.
You're going down, like a fucking burning flame.
I burn your brain with a high fire chain.
[Bm] Retire, clothesline you [Em] with some barbed wire.
Drang you so deep, a scuba diver couldn't find ya.
I snap your neck and you be singing what's behind ya.
North Philly, buried bodies in North Carolina.
Smoke a marijuana, feed your ass to my [Bm] anacondas.
And feed your [Em] anacondas to the piranhas.
No time to trace, climbing up your fucking face.
In this rap race, I'm coming in first place.
I'm going in them, poisonous like venom.
Now split them, fuck them up, it's time to pin them.
Put them in the four nails and rip this arm off.
Fuck them with the bars, one, two, three, nigga, you lost.
Them T's look like frogs, knocking in your jaws.
You get [N] caught, going in your teeth like denim floss.
The big bars, clearing up your [E] steps like hogs.
Ain't nothing soft, I'm blowing off your frogs.
Chewing niggas the fuck up like jaws.
My head lifts, you get checked off.
No applause, motherfucker.
[N] The street warrior, the street warrior.
I got something [Em] for ya.
[Bm] The street warrior, I [Em] got something for ya.
The street warrior, now I get it for ya.
[Bm] The street warrior, they [Em] moved to California.
The dope employer, the street warrior.
[B] The street warrior, [Em] the street warrior.
[Bm] The motherfucker street [Em] warrior.
Street warriors, L.A. Square, G-Max, and Golden Robe.
Key:
Em
Bm
B
E
G
Em
Bm
B
_ _ [D#] _ _ [E] _ I know everything there is to know about you.
_ _ _ You know nothing about me.
_ _ _ All you need to know about me is that I'm giving you a choice.
_ Either I finish you now or I let you live.
And if I let you live, your life is mine.
[Em] Coming [G] down the aisle with the [Em] freestyle jacks.
Boy, I deeper than the camp.
Your brain, I stamp.
Like my mail, I'm ringing on your doorbell.
Leaving bloody spells, tell your boy he in hell.
The tag team champions, I got the gold belt.
I make your niggas melt.
Now tell me how that felt, windows shattered.
[Bm] Body slamming niggas [Em] through cars, bloody two-foot stars.
Watch it go raw, hit niggas with crowbars.
Cops [Bm] come and investigate the body, [Em] hide the coke in the beepers.
I had your head, ass, and the speaker.
Go raw, I put you in the finger floor.
Head-butting niggas with a fucking iron score.
[Bm] Tagging this war, whip his ass [Em] through the [B] wall.
Left him dead, power slammed him [Em] on his bike, dead.
A deadly game of blood sport is the case.
I snap your neck and put my snake on your fucking face.
And when he swat at you, I put you in the duffle bag.
And go and wrestle with my coke in the ruffle bag.
[Em] Ill-dead bodies sticking up the block like skunks.
Power drive you niggas into a table like Terry Funk.
[Bm] Load the bunk, it's time [Em] to attack.
Left him flat on his back, smack him with a cactus like Jack.
Cause water ain't thicker than mud.
I bust a [Bm] slug in your mug, right the dub [Em] with your blood.
I'm [B] sticking niggas the fuck up in [Em] UPS truck.
[B] Negroes ran, popping up your car [Em] like the repo man.
I bought a home off this nigga with [Bm] bullshit.
Now it's time to go to war [Em] with a four-clip.
Aw shit, it's time to start the shit, and we gon' finish it.
You're fucking with a menace, bitch.
We can't get caught, we gotta be sharp like sauce.
Cause I ain't tryna [E] do no light fucking greatest for.
[B] I'm aiming for your [E] score with the 4-4.
[F#m] The barrel was [Em] the last thing that he saw.
I [Bm] seen this little son in [Em] the hall.
Grabbed and kidnapped, now we chillin' with me and Cole Brawl.
Niggas [N] collapse, catching heart attacks.
It's time to go to war.
I break the back to write a rap.
That's the map, jetting out the back.
I flex your fucking brain like a bag of cats.
Bitch, you bring the school in my backpack.
I want my pockets fat like a fat rat.
The street warrior, the street [E] warrior.
It's [G] your weird finish.
[B] Yeah, I need this motherfucking [Em] money.
That make me mad thinking about it.
So I'ma write a murder rhyme about it.
[Bm] Punk nigga, I ain't no [Em] fucking joke.
Gat to your fucking throat.
Cause I got clientele without no coat.
[Bm] You get the dog broke, and [Em] I'll barf coke.
Cause it ain't no ho.
You get fucked like a bag of niggas, so I can soak.
I make rappers walk the plank with the long shank.
Stick [Bm] up a bank, now my pockets [Em] big like Tom Hanks.
Little rascal, break your niggas down.
Crack the ground, break more hell than the house.
You're going down, like a fucking burning flame.
I burn your brain with a high fire chain.
[Bm] Retire, clothesline you [Em] with some barbed wire.
Drang you so deep, a scuba diver couldn't find ya.
I snap your neck and you be singing what's behind ya.
North Philly, buried bodies in North Carolina.
Smoke a marijuana, feed your ass to my [Bm] anacondas.
And feed your [Em] anacondas to the piranhas.
No time to trace, climbing up your fucking face.
In this rap race, I'm coming in first place.
I'm going in them, poisonous like venom.
Now split them, fuck them up, it's time to pin them.
Put them in the four nails and rip this arm off.
Fuck them with the bars, one, two, three, nigga, you lost.
Them T's look like frogs, knocking in your jaws.
You get [N] caught, going in your teeth like denim floss.
The big bars, clearing up your [E] steps like hogs.
Ain't nothing soft, I'm blowing off your frogs.
Chewing niggas the fuck up like jaws.
My head lifts, you get checked off.
No applause, motherfucker.
[N] The street warrior, the street warrior.
I got something [Em] for ya.
[Bm] The street warrior, I [Em] got something for ya.
The street warrior, now I get it for ya.
[Bm] The street warrior, they [Em] moved to California.
The dope employer, the street warrior.
[B] The street warrior, [Em] the street warrior.
[Bm] The motherfucker street [Em] warrior. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Street warriors, L.A. Square, G-Max, and Golden Robe. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ You know nothing about me.
_ _ _ All you need to know about me is that I'm giving you a choice.
_ Either I finish you now or I let you live.
And if I let you live, your life is mine.
[Em] Coming [G] down the aisle with the [Em] freestyle jacks.
Boy, I deeper than the camp.
Your brain, I stamp.
Like my mail, I'm ringing on your doorbell.
Leaving bloody spells, tell your boy he in hell.
The tag team champions, I got the gold belt.
I make your niggas melt.
Now tell me how that felt, windows shattered.
[Bm] Body slamming niggas [Em] through cars, bloody two-foot stars.
Watch it go raw, hit niggas with crowbars.
Cops [Bm] come and investigate the body, [Em] hide the coke in the beepers.
I had your head, ass, and the speaker.
Go raw, I put you in the finger floor.
Head-butting niggas with a fucking iron score.
[Bm] Tagging this war, whip his ass [Em] through the [B] wall.
Left him dead, power slammed him [Em] on his bike, dead.
A deadly game of blood sport is the case.
I snap your neck and put my snake on your fucking face.
And when he swat at you, I put you in the duffle bag.
And go and wrestle with my coke in the ruffle bag.
[Em] Ill-dead bodies sticking up the block like skunks.
Power drive you niggas into a table like Terry Funk.
[Bm] Load the bunk, it's time [Em] to attack.
Left him flat on his back, smack him with a cactus like Jack.
Cause water ain't thicker than mud.
I bust a [Bm] slug in your mug, right the dub [Em] with your blood.
I'm [B] sticking niggas the fuck up in [Em] UPS truck.
[B] Negroes ran, popping up your car [Em] like the repo man.
I bought a home off this nigga with [Bm] bullshit.
Now it's time to go to war [Em] with a four-clip.
Aw shit, it's time to start the shit, and we gon' finish it.
You're fucking with a menace, bitch.
We can't get caught, we gotta be sharp like sauce.
Cause I ain't tryna [E] do no light fucking greatest for.
[B] I'm aiming for your [E] score with the 4-4.
[F#m] The barrel was [Em] the last thing that he saw.
I [Bm] seen this little son in [Em] the hall.
Grabbed and kidnapped, now we chillin' with me and Cole Brawl.
Niggas [N] collapse, catching heart attacks.
It's time to go to war.
I break the back to write a rap.
That's the map, jetting out the back.
I flex your fucking brain like a bag of cats.
Bitch, you bring the school in my backpack.
I want my pockets fat like a fat rat.
The street warrior, the street [E] warrior.
It's [G] your weird finish.
[B] Yeah, I need this motherfucking [Em] money.
That make me mad thinking about it.
So I'ma write a murder rhyme about it.
[Bm] Punk nigga, I ain't no [Em] fucking joke.
Gat to your fucking throat.
Cause I got clientele without no coat.
[Bm] You get the dog broke, and [Em] I'll barf coke.
Cause it ain't no ho.
You get fucked like a bag of niggas, so I can soak.
I make rappers walk the plank with the long shank.
Stick [Bm] up a bank, now my pockets [Em] big like Tom Hanks.
Little rascal, break your niggas down.
Crack the ground, break more hell than the house.
You're going down, like a fucking burning flame.
I burn your brain with a high fire chain.
[Bm] Retire, clothesline you [Em] with some barbed wire.
Drang you so deep, a scuba diver couldn't find ya.
I snap your neck and you be singing what's behind ya.
North Philly, buried bodies in North Carolina.
Smoke a marijuana, feed your ass to my [Bm] anacondas.
And feed your [Em] anacondas to the piranhas.
No time to trace, climbing up your fucking face.
In this rap race, I'm coming in first place.
I'm going in them, poisonous like venom.
Now split them, fuck them up, it's time to pin them.
Put them in the four nails and rip this arm off.
Fuck them with the bars, one, two, three, nigga, you lost.
Them T's look like frogs, knocking in your jaws.
You get [N] caught, going in your teeth like denim floss.
The big bars, clearing up your [E] steps like hogs.
Ain't nothing soft, I'm blowing off your frogs.
Chewing niggas the fuck up like jaws.
My head lifts, you get checked off.
No applause, motherfucker.
[N] The street warrior, the street warrior.
I got something [Em] for ya.
[Bm] The street warrior, I [Em] got something for ya.
The street warrior, now I get it for ya.
[Bm] The street warrior, they [Em] moved to California.
The dope employer, the street warrior.
[B] The street warrior, [Em] the street warrior.
[Bm] The motherfucker street [Em] warrior. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Street warriors, L.A. Square, G-Max, and Golden Robe. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _