The Beginning Of The End Chords by Stuck Mojo

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_ _ _ _ _ Let me hear you again.
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_ [Bb] _ _ [B] _ _ You can't fool these six [Eb]-foot geeks.
[Bb] And the bitch is [B] just like this.
Ever.
[Bb] And you'll discover.
[C] Old top [F] lovers.
At the top, back, back.
With hoes on the way.
Ain't debate.
And [Gb] they should have [F] waited.
To step on doors and gain automatic gold.
But y'all always [Gb] brought those who [E] are wrong.
[Bb] Let me.
Let [B] me.
Let [Bbm] me.
Let me. Let me.
[B] Let me.
[E] [Bb] Let [B] me.
Let me.
[E] Let me. Let [Bb] me. Let me.
Let me.
[Eb] Let me. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Let me.
_ Let [F] me.
It's what [Ebm] hate's doing.
When you talk, you don't _
_ [F] _ [B] know, _ [F] what [B] it does to _ [Bb] you.
I [B] wanna let that show, [Bb] but I'm the threat, you all around [B] me want [Ebm] more so
[Bb] Getting successful to [B] lose and regret, [Bb] mother fucker pity and I do [B] these [Eb] checks
[Bb] Ridiculous, in your [B] cells, the [Eb] power platters, [Bb] a school up, home [F] run, what happened?
Try to take a bow, to the first let down, try to watch how you [Gb] ever [F] subdued
Child, it's like a chicken kinda blew out your brain, seems like real rap [Gbm] again, I feel [B] strange _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[E] _ [Bb] _ _ [B] _ _ [Bb] The beginning of the [F] end
The beginning of the end, yes, for once I had some luckin' in a ballgame
I like a role for, but your mind will hope to send
That the monk no one got to answer, the one to form my mind consume
My abs are like height, I'm a soft touch just for swiping
Spotted?
Nah, I never spotted
Ya fool, I'm the devil for your camera, shut up
Click, I did your gig, you're shot, lay your spoon
I see the move, and the record shot
The beginning of a new day dawning
And the answer gonna be there
We call them all these new crews
They singing and crying, they hip hop
But those ass-faced crews are always gonna
You know, show them the fools for those
You know, show them all the faggots that were in it to win it
And if you think I'm fucking out
You might as well check my bitch
She's got a little bit of butter in your face
But I don't know, so what's all the case, bruh?
I don't ask for no of the gossip, baby, bruh
Who's the wild cover from the way out the door?
They're sipping from the cell, they're trying to explore
What they smell _ like
[E] [Bb] Nothing, nothing, [B] nothing, [E] nothing, [Bb] nothing
[Ebm] The beginning of the year
[E] [Bb] Nothing, [E] nothing, [Bb] nothing, nothing, [E] nothing
[Bb] Nothing, nothing, [E] [Bb] nothing, nothing, [B] nothing
The beginning of the year
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