Chords for The Game Belongs to Me

[Bbm] I got bothered by the power of the people _
[G] _ _ _ [Gb] on the street.
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[Bbm] I got money on my people, [Ab] dead [Bbm] trees on my [G] phone
They call me Mick [Gb] Jagger cause I roll a lot of stones
[Bbm] It's a whole lot of chrome [Ab] but only one sweet drone
[G] Turnin' hoes a corner, boys [Gb] they just can't leave my meat [Bbm] alone
It's been a long [Db] time since I hustled on the block
[G] But every corner that I hit I [D] let me screw up [Bbm] and chop
Marooned up and dropped [Eb] like my barrette on top
[G] Left the motherfucker bleedin' till he dripped the last [Bbm] drop
I'm still that young boy [Db] that had a pocket full of stone
[G] But now I lick for 60 binks, [Gb] grippin' wood and flippin' chrome
[Bbm] I got robbed by the [Db] prime, witness by the key
[Bbm] DJ Screwed by the [Gb] gallant, bitch the game belong to [Fm] me
I got robbed by the prime, witness by the key
[Eb] DJ Screwed by the [Gb] gallant, bitch the game belong [Bbm] to me
I got robbed by the prime, [Ab] [Bbm] witness by the key
[G] DJ Screwed by the [Gb] gallant, bitch the game belong to me
[Bbm] I got robbed by the prime, [Db] witness by the key
[G] DJ Screwed by the [Gb] gallant, bitch the game belong to me
[Bbm] I got robbed by the prime, [Ab] [Db] witness by the key
[Gm] DJ Screwed by the [Gb] gallant, bitch the game belong to me
[Fm] Man, I'm hooked up in your city [Abm] and get my [Eb] push on
Play down the competition, take [Gb] they cash crops and get my push [F] on
Hooped up the Bentley [Ab] remote from a Lexus key
[G] All because we cornered the market [Gb] on the Texas T
[Bbm] And we don't want no pligs, since we way [Eb] bigger than a Bermuda
[G] Mendo down Medusa's, [Gb] outtaining windows, we ain't no [Bbm] winos
Bitch, shove away the wind [Abm] flow and bless the corner we [G] Benjo
Don't know where you been, bro, [Gb] but it's no whisper B, you [Bbm] wino
And it's ten-four, good [C] buddy, my [Gb] styrofoam good and muddy
We block [Abm] bleeders, even your neighborhood's good and [C] bloody
We stripping that woodla, buddy, [G] sit back and scope it
Pay attention, the Prince of [Db] Pushing, everything's bout to pop [Bbm] it
I got Bobby by the [Ab] phone, [Db] with me by the [G] key
DJ Screwed by the [Gb] gallant, bitch the game belong to [Bbm] me
I got Bobby by the [Ab] phone, with me by the key
[G] DJ Screwed by the [Gb] gallant, bitch the game belong to [Bbm] me
I got Bobby by the [Ab] phone, [Db] with me by the key
[G] DJ Screwed by the [Gb] gallant, bitch the game belong to me
[Bbm] I got Bobby by the [Ab] phone, [Db] with me by the key
[G] DJ Screwed by the [Gb] gallant, bitch the game belong to me
[Bbm] I did smashed up my [Gb] flyin' spurs, it wasn't shit
[Db] I just parked it in the grass [Gb] and brought some brand new [Bbm] shit
A Phantom Rolls, boy, [Db] twenty-fours with the bump
[Bbm] I ain't trippin' about the seat, [Gb] I got them whoopers in my [Bbm] trunk
Scum in my [Eb] Switzer, codeine on my [G] whiskers
Fuckin' with that [Gb] Smoke D, Bundy and the Dishers
UGK Records, it's [Eb] a institution
[Gm] Know a lot of niggas [Gb] livin' off of prostitution
[Bbm] Snippin' A's, [Dbm] daddy just moved to the [G] well
Bitch, ain't gotta hit the track, [Gb] ain't gotta give no tricks
No head, [Db] ain't gotta give no tricks, no hooks, [Ab] and shit
Cameras and screens, [G] easy as money you can get
[Gb] It's the American Dream, [C] bitch
Man, I'm [Eb] a middle finger figure, big with a million dollar mission
Poppin' like Corporal [F] Red and Barker, poppin' a whippin' in the kitchen
Bitchin' J-O like Dogg, Trey or Willis, we the [Bbm] drillest
On the mound, I'm holdin' that whole south down
I know you feel us, we the realest
Walkin' that [Db] planet, can't stand it
Pass away, wanna [G] fight us
Start to [Bbm] swing and wanna kill us
Blast away, wanna stab us
Get to [Db] stinkin', but make sure you cut us deep
Cause [G] I betcha we comin' [Gb] back a couple hundred brothers [Bbm] deep
Hip and bold, we runnin' [Ab] streets
Which [Eb] street?
Man, pick your hood
Don't matter, we represent [Gb] it, brotha
We gon' get you [F] good, them down south [Eb] veterans
Ain't nobody better than gon' [G] and tell you next to [Gb] Ken
Of your brethren, let us take a look
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