Chords for Thuggish Ruggish Bone

We're not against rap.
_ We're not against rappers.
_ But we are against those [Am] thugs. _
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[D] Better bring your [Em] weapon in the step and bring on that ammunition.
Trippin' on sip, not to mention never knew no [D] competition.
But I gotta get mine [Em] so scream out more and let me hear you holler.
Not about that mighty dollar, bro with the bomb, no thug, I [D] follow.
Tank ain't remaining the same, [Em] flaming my dank and drank and brewed.
Thinking about that tank and cuttin' my back [Bm] and thuggin' my shoes.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] Ready [D] for the bomb and the [Em] motherbusters, you know me as a hustler.
Try to creep in, get beat, maybe six feet, peak.
[G] Gotta put them [D] under, straight jackets.
[Em] Gotta make that money, man, and still the same.
Now, bellin' in my black trench vest, you gotta [G] be down there bang, [D] bang.
Come and get your seat [Em] check, your soul just hopped up to my stack.
Me drinking me roof to my skull crack, we blew all the way [D] back.
You're just a man, you smell this _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ smoke.
Nip all [G] of them in now, real [D] strong.
I'm creeping in the lab, [Em] I'll creep if you can.
Take another sip to the flame, rose lokin', still a token.
Off [Am] that boat and soaking, [G] running from the po [D]-po now.
Gotta get them [Em] up with my bust up.
Right power to the double glut.
Pull to the curve, smoke with [Am] my [D] hustler.
Puff off to the brain shot.
Now, P.O.D. [Em] didn't tweet it.
Gotta get another kick for my trunk.
Oh, English really don't need it.
[D] But in case my shoes wanna get drunk.
They pop on, [Em] so leave them alone.
You know when they get shut down.
Thug runnin' the 9 o'clock.
And you better [Am] believe they be running [G] the studs down.
[D] So what now?
See them on [Em] gun flame, look, never gonna chase the flame up.
Sit back and just smoke to the same cut.
Love that face on my face, but like, [D] aim up.
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_ _ _ _ [D] It's the next. _
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_ _ _ _ _ [G] Gotta give it [D] down, milk to the Glock.
Glock, [Em] pop, pop, better drop from the buckshot.
Love the bone that may never know.
Hoes up, [D] no creeping up out of the zip lock.
So send, sip gin, [Em] and let the bone hard run up.
Now, I've been flipping and slipping.
They clipped in, they stick in me blood.
They picked up my mother [D] chestnut to the chest.
[Em] And put them to rest.
And when I walk this block, put a hole up in my vest.
And gotta get through [Am] my soul, but [G] it won't [D] budge.
Look, drug me victim.
[Em] The blood that may run up my mantle.
The thug that may stalk at me.
Keeping this up for [D] the blood that may run in my vessel.
To the death, though, [Em] bucking you.
Duck to the thug, get shrugged, get shamed.
Cycling, face to the field, to the J's and the buck.
[Bm] To all my enemies.
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Definitely, _ [D] and [G] I, [D] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ it's the next. _ _
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