Chords for The Notorious B.I.G - You're Nobody Till Somebody Kills You (Lyric Video)

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_ _ [G] Yeah, even though I walk through [Cm] the valley of the shadow of death, [Gm] I will fear no evil, for you [Cm] are with me.
[Gm] Your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
You prepare a table [Eb] for me [Gm] in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with soil, my cup [Eb] overflows.
[Gm] Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life.
[B] And I [G] will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
[Gm] Niggas in my faction don't like [Cm] asking [Gm] questions, strictly contesting, quote measuring, giggling, pleasuring.
The bandito, [Cm] hitting [Gm] fannies, felling chips at mannies.
Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty [Cm] like cleats.
[Gm] Run up in your crib, wrap you in your polo sheets, six up in your wig piece, [Cm] nigga deceased.
May [Gm] you rest in peace, with my sycamore style.
More sicker than [Cm] yours, 4 [Gm]'4 and 54 draw.
That's my pilot, there's my lair, yes my dare, [Cm] shit's official, [Gm] only, the feds not fair.
Here's the tissue, stop your blood clot crying.
[Cm] The kids [Gm] the dog, everybody dying, no lying.
So don't you get suspicious, [Cm] I'm big [Gm] dangerous, you're just a licorice shit, as I leave my competition.
Respirator [Cm] style, climb the [Gm] ladder to success, escalator style.
Hold y'all, ref I told y'all, death [Cm] controls [Gm] y'all, big don't fold y'all.
I spit phrases that'll thrill you, [Cm] you're nobody [Gm] till somebody kills you.
You're nobody, till [Cm] [Gm] somebody, _ kills you.
_ [Cm] [Gm] I don't mind, God save you.
You're nobody, till [Cm] [Gm] somebody, _ kills you.
_ [Cm] [Gm] I don't mind, God save you.
Watch casino, I'm the hip hop [Cm] version of Nicky [Gm] Tarantino.
Ask Nino, he know, green with envy.
The green tempts [Cm] me, to make [Gm] the rich his enemy.
And take they cheese, take they spot, take they keys.
Make my [Cm] faculty live [Gm] happily ever after, in laughter.
I, never seen Chris style pour faster, [Cm] until [Gm] the bastards, knucklehead squeeze less.
Three of my tests, nothing left to do, [Cm] but today [Gm] ask the stress.
I sleep with me in bloodshed, incidents like this, I take trips.
[Cm] Lay up [Gm] in Miami with Tamika and Tammy.
Some Creos, Dio bitches I met on tour.
[Cm] Push the peach, [Gm] legend, cool, cool teeth galore.
Told me meet them in the future later, they'll take me shopping, buy me lavender and fuchsia gators.
Introduce me to player haters and heavy weighters.
Rich bitch [Cm] shit, drink it [Gm] Chris style, till they piss the shit.
Uh, thorough bitches, adapt to any borough [Cm] bitches.
[Gm] Me and Spots, well they weren't no bitches, you feel me?
Reminisce on your friends too, [Cm] you're nobody [Gm] till somebody kills you.
You're nobody till [Cm] [Gm] somebody _ kills you.
_ [Cm] [Gm] I don't want that.
You're nobody till [Cm] [Gm] somebody _ kills you.
_ [Eb] [Gm] I don't want that.
_ You're nobody till somebody [Cm] _ [Gm] _ _
kills _ you.
[Cm] [Gm] I don't want that.
You're nobody _ _ _ [Cm] _ [Gm] till somebody kills _ you.
[Cm] I [Gm] don't want that.
I'm not a street boy.
You could be the shit, flash the fattest five, have the biggest dick, but when your show get hit,
you ain't worth spit, just a memory.
[Cm] Remember [Gm] he, used to push the champagne range.
Silly fat boy swayed in the rain, [Cm] swayed [Gm] put the G in game.
Had the Gucci frame before Dana Dane, 40 round with tame, [Cm] I can't [Gm] recall his name.
You mean that kid that nearly lost half his brain over two bits of cocaine.
[Cm] Getting [Gm] his dicks sucked by crackhead Lorraine.
My fucking shame, Duke Delane, what's his name?
This [Cm] is my fucking [Gm] Jamaican, see what I mean?
You're nobody till _ [Cm] [Gm] somebody _ kills you.
_ [Cm] I [Gm] don't want that.
You're nobody _ till [Cm] _ [Gm] _
somebody kills _ you.
[Cm] I [Gm] don't want that.
You're nobody till somebody [Cm] kills you.
[G] _ [Gm] _