Chords for Swizz Beatz - Pistol On My Side (P.O.M.S) ft. Lil Wayne
Tempo:
92.4 bpm
Chords used:
D
C#
F#m
C
Fm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Fm]
[C] [F#]
[C] [C#]
[G] [C]
[Fm]
[G] Let's pray for the people [D] that we just lost.
[F#m]
[B]
[C#] [D]
[F#m]
[D] [C#]
[D] [C#] [D]
[B] [C#]
Let's [D#m] [A] pray for [D] the people that we just lost.
Pistol on my side, leave a nigga [F#m] on his side.
Pistol [C#] on my side, talking about the homie kind.
Pistol on my side, [F#m] leave a nigga [C#] on his side.
Swizzy on the beat, I beat your ass like Talisia.
Tunchi in his bitch eyes looking like Konichiwa.
Pistol on [F#] my side, you don't want that thing to scream at ya.
Laughing when you die, boy I'm [D] a pistol of [A#] comedia.
Pistol on [D] my side, I ain't lying like the media.
Clips longer than encyclopedias, [C#] you're reading them.
Double barrel, long barrel, [F#m] sharp barrel, medium.
We ain't hitting licks, we beating them and then repeating them.
Sugar in the coffee, sugar in the muffin.
Sugar sweet coating, it ain't purple then I'm barfing.
Gang [G#] rider die like we sitting [F#m] on Harley's.
Let the thing talk like it's sitting on [D] Maury's.
Good good, too good in my doobie, I can't be stressing.
Uh uh uh, that bitch booty, you may leave a message.
[F#m] Just give him three presses.
Pistol in my breech, you don't wanna get the grief message.
[C#] Pistol on my side, leave a finger on the job.
Pistol on my side, leave a finger on the job.
Pistol on my side, leave a finger on the job.
Pistol on my [G#] side, leave a [D] finger on the job.
Pistol on my side, leave a finger on the job.
Pistol on my side, leave a finger on the [C#] job.
Pistol on my side, leave a finger on the job.
Pistol on my side, leave a finger on the job.
[D]
[C] [F#]
[C] [C#]
[G] [C]
[Fm]
[G] Let's pray for the people [D] that we just lost.
[F#m]
[B]
[C#] [D]
[F#m]
[D] [C#]
[D] [C#] [D]
[B] [C#]
Let's [D#m] [A] pray for [D] the people that we just lost.
Pistol on my side, leave a nigga [F#m] on his side.
Pistol [C#] on my side, talking about the homie kind.
Pistol on my side, [F#m] leave a nigga [C#] on his side.
Swizzy on the beat, I beat your ass like Talisia.
Tunchi in his bitch eyes looking like Konichiwa.
Pistol on [F#] my side, you don't want that thing to scream at ya.
Laughing when you die, boy I'm [D] a pistol of [A#] comedia.
Pistol on [D] my side, I ain't lying like the media.
Clips longer than encyclopedias, [C#] you're reading them.
Double barrel, long barrel, [F#m] sharp barrel, medium.
We ain't hitting licks, we beating them and then repeating them.
Sugar in the coffee, sugar in the muffin.
Sugar sweet coating, it ain't purple then I'm barfing.
Gang [G#] rider die like we sitting [F#m] on Harley's.
Let the thing talk like it's sitting on [D] Maury's.
Good good, too good in my doobie, I can't be stressing.
Uh uh uh, that bitch booty, you may leave a message.
[F#m] Just give him three presses.
Pistol in my breech, you don't wanna get the grief message.
[C#] Pistol on my side, leave a finger on the job.
Pistol on my side, leave a finger on the job.
Pistol on my side, leave a finger on the job.
Pistol on my [G#] side, leave a [D] finger on the job.
Pistol on my side, leave a finger on the job.
Pistol on my side, leave a finger on the [C#] job.
Pistol on my side, leave a finger on the job.
Pistol on my side, leave a finger on the job.
[D]
Key:
D
C#
F#m
C
Fm
D
C#
F#m
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _
_ _ _ [G] Let's pray for the people [D] that we just lost.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
Let's _ _ [D#m] _ _ [A] pray for [D] the people _ _ that we just lost.
Pistol on my side, leave a nigga [F#m] on his side.
Pistol [C#] on my side, talking about the homie kind.
Pistol on my side, [F#m] leave a nigga [C#] on his side.
Swizzy on the beat, I beat your ass like Talisia.
Tunchi in his bitch eyes looking like Konichiwa.
Pistol on [F#] my side, you don't want that thing to scream at ya.
Laughing when you die, boy I'm [D] a pistol of [A#] comedia.
Pistol on [D] my side, I ain't lying like the media.
Clips longer than encyclopedias, [C#] you're reading them.
Double barrel, long barrel, [F#m] sharp barrel, medium.
We ain't hitting licks, we beating them and then repeating them.
Sugar in the coffee, sugar in the muffin.
Sugar sweet coating, it ain't purple then I'm barfing.
Gang [G#] rider die like we sitting [F#m] on Harley's.
Let the thing talk like it's sitting on [D] Maury's.
Good good, too good in my doobie, I can't be stressing.
Uh uh uh, that bitch booty, you may leave a message.
_ [F#m] Just give him three presses.
Pistol in my breech, you don't wanna get the grief message.
[C#] Pistol on my side, leave a finger on the job.
Pistol on my side, leave a finger on the job.
Pistol on my side, leave a finger on the job.
Pistol on my [G#] side, leave a [D] finger on the job.
Pistol on my side, leave a finger on the job.
Pistol on my side, leave a finger on the [C#] job.
Pistol on my side, leave a finger on the job.
Pistol on my side, leave a finger on the job. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _
_ _ _ [G] Let's pray for the people [D] that we just lost.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
Let's _ _ [D#m] _ _ [A] pray for [D] the people _ _ that we just lost.
Pistol on my side, leave a nigga [F#m] on his side.
Pistol [C#] on my side, talking about the homie kind.
Pistol on my side, [F#m] leave a nigga [C#] on his side.
Swizzy on the beat, I beat your ass like Talisia.
Tunchi in his bitch eyes looking like Konichiwa.
Pistol on [F#] my side, you don't want that thing to scream at ya.
Laughing when you die, boy I'm [D] a pistol of [A#] comedia.
Pistol on [D] my side, I ain't lying like the media.
Clips longer than encyclopedias, [C#] you're reading them.
Double barrel, long barrel, [F#m] sharp barrel, medium.
We ain't hitting licks, we beating them and then repeating them.
Sugar in the coffee, sugar in the muffin.
Sugar sweet coating, it ain't purple then I'm barfing.
Gang [G#] rider die like we sitting [F#m] on Harley's.
Let the thing talk like it's sitting on [D] Maury's.
Good good, too good in my doobie, I can't be stressing.
Uh uh uh, that bitch booty, you may leave a message.
_ [F#m] Just give him three presses.
Pistol in my breech, you don't wanna get the grief message.
[C#] Pistol on my side, leave a finger on the job.
Pistol on my side, leave a finger on the job.
Pistol on my side, leave a finger on the job.
Pistol on my [G#] side, leave a [D] finger on the job.
Pistol on my side, leave a finger on the job.
Pistol on my side, leave a finger on the [C#] job.
Pistol on my side, leave a finger on the job.
Pistol on my side, leave a finger on the job. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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