Chords for We Started This
Tempo:
102.2 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
E
Bbm
Abm
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
We started this shit and we gon' finish this shit.
We started this shit and we gon' finish this shit.
Ridin' down the strip on a trip, in my ham sandwich.
Started this shit and I'm gon' finish.
Yes I am, damn it.
We gon' slam it down like the Hitty Hills.
Shit, it is time for the niggas from Memphis 10 to get deep with it.
How deep?
Shit, the devil stay right down the street.
And why you mad?
The rebels tired of brother by his feet.
For what?
For what?
I don't know.
They tired of doing pick-up truck then.
Posted up in town like they didn't really give a fuck.
I get rid of bigots with bad racial equality.
Bust back at KKKs who try to follow me these hoes.
Saving my ass is crucial.
Situations, any other tactics I need, I use imagination.
A ten steps ahead of your ass, type of nigga.
Shit that I already know, you try to figure.
Give up, put your shit up, don't try to sell.
Don't you see we got this shit built up.
Can't pry nail at my foundation, my sound making.
Too many bump all out the trunk.
Get a crunk, blow blunts and bump chumps.
Ain't no luck chump.
We come intentional with this dope shit.
Using a pen or a pencil.
Back when I wrote this, space age.
I feel it percolating.
But all this hurting hating, still keep on bringing people back to old situations.
I changed the stations, but they playing the same list.
We started this shit and we gon' finish this shit.
We started this shit and we gon' finish this shit.
Mental battle scars, polluting my cranium.
Watered down fake niggas, I'm draining them and training them.
Claiming them suave house niggas to the dirt bitch.
Cross the family and you gon' find yourself getting hurt bitch.
Peace is all in a nigga mind, it ain't reality.
Fuck reconciliation, niggas don't want no unity.
Born dying, every minute death is closer to me.
It's like I'm in a movie, except I'm feeling everything.
Pain when another motherfucker try to touch me.
Anger when a petty player faker try to fuck me.
A, B, A, double L, the fact you may see mice with a mic in I, don't think you wanna fuck with me.
Love head doctors and I don't mean a psychiatrist.
Pitches with that lip grip, tighter than a gorilla fist.
Kemp shit, when is everybody gonna learn?
Pimps and gangsters make the universe turn.
Poverty with the right amount of hustle, turn from riches.
The wrong situations turn hard niggas to bitches.
I was born in the war zone, fought for everything I got.
Learned about my hustle nigga, worked and made my shit hot.
Whole started jockeying niggas, bopping like they bitches do.
Other niggas mad, cause they only sold a tape or two.
Fuck what you heard nigga, fuck who you beat.
Suave got the hook up, cause Suave got the cheese.
We started this shit and we gon' finish this shit.
[Bbm] [Abm]
Alright baby, walk out, go down, baby.
Walk out, in the yard, don't tell me stop.
Walk out, go down, all that you can think of, you missed on baby.
Ain't gonna stop me, hold the bra, [Ab] still drop [E] it.
In [Ab] the bar, still pop it.
[E] Fake ass laws, still stop it.
Fuck that motherfucker.
This shit rolls on baby like ground nigga baby.
This shit don't stop, this ain't gon' [Ab] never stop.
This shit goes round like the world baby.
[D] This shit thick like hot, one more time.
Hot.
We started this shit and we gon' finish this shit.
Ridin' down the strip on a trip, in my ham sandwich.
Started this shit and I'm gon' finish.
Yes I am, damn it.
We gon' slam it down like the Hitty Hills.
Shit, it is time for the niggas from Memphis 10 to get deep with it.
How deep?
Shit, the devil stay right down the street.
And why you mad?
The rebels tired of brother by his feet.
For what?
For what?
I don't know.
They tired of doing pick-up truck then.
Posted up in town like they didn't really give a fuck.
I get rid of bigots with bad racial equality.
Bust back at KKKs who try to follow me these hoes.
Saving my ass is crucial.
Situations, any other tactics I need, I use imagination.
A ten steps ahead of your ass, type of nigga.
Shit that I already know, you try to figure.
Give up, put your shit up, don't try to sell.
Don't you see we got this shit built up.
Can't pry nail at my foundation, my sound making.
Too many bump all out the trunk.
Get a crunk, blow blunts and bump chumps.
Ain't no luck chump.
We come intentional with this dope shit.
Using a pen or a pencil.
Back when I wrote this, space age.
I feel it percolating.
But all this hurting hating, still keep on bringing people back to old situations.
I changed the stations, but they playing the same list.
We started this shit and we gon' finish this shit.
We started this shit and we gon' finish this shit.
Mental battle scars, polluting my cranium.
Watered down fake niggas, I'm draining them and training them.
Claiming them suave house niggas to the dirt bitch.
Cross the family and you gon' find yourself getting hurt bitch.
Peace is all in a nigga mind, it ain't reality.
Fuck reconciliation, niggas don't want no unity.
Born dying, every minute death is closer to me.
It's like I'm in a movie, except I'm feeling everything.
Pain when another motherfucker try to touch me.
Anger when a petty player faker try to fuck me.
A, B, A, double L, the fact you may see mice with a mic in I, don't think you wanna fuck with me.
Love head doctors and I don't mean a psychiatrist.
Pitches with that lip grip, tighter than a gorilla fist.
Kemp shit, when is everybody gonna learn?
Pimps and gangsters make the universe turn.
Poverty with the right amount of hustle, turn from riches.
The wrong situations turn hard niggas to bitches.
I was born in the war zone, fought for everything I got.
Learned about my hustle nigga, worked and made my shit hot.
Whole started jockeying niggas, bopping like they bitches do.
Other niggas mad, cause they only sold a tape or two.
Fuck what you heard nigga, fuck who you beat.
Suave got the hook up, cause Suave got the cheese.
We started this shit and we gon' finish this shit.
[Bbm] [Abm]
Alright baby, walk out, go down, baby.
Walk out, in the yard, don't tell me stop.
Walk out, go down, all that you can think of, you missed on baby.
Ain't gonna stop me, hold the bra, [Ab] still drop [E] it.
In [Ab] the bar, still pop it.
[E] Fake ass laws, still stop it.
Fuck that motherfucker.
This shit rolls on baby like ground nigga baby.
This shit don't stop, this ain't gon' [Ab] never stop.
This shit goes round like the world baby.
[D] This shit thick like hot, one more time.
Hot.
Key:
Ab
E
Bbm
Abm
D
Ab
E
Bbm
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ We started this shit and we gon' finish this shit.
We started this shit and we gon' finish this shit.
Ridin' down the strip on a trip, in my ham sandwich.
Started this shit and I'm gon' finish.
Yes I am, damn it.
We gon' slam it down like the Hitty Hills.
Shit, it is time for the niggas from Memphis 10 to get deep with it.
How deep?
Shit, the devil stay right down the street.
And why you mad?
The rebels tired of brother by his feet.
For what?
For what?
I don't know.
They tired of doing pick-up truck then.
Posted up in town like they didn't really give a fuck.
I get rid of bigots with bad racial equality.
Bust back at KKKs who try to follow me these hoes.
Saving my ass is crucial.
Situations, any other tactics I need, I use imagination.
A ten steps ahead of your ass, type of nigga.
Shit that I already know, you try to figure.
Give up, put your shit up, don't try to sell.
Don't you see we got this shit built up.
Can't pry nail at my foundation, my sound making.
Too many bump all out the trunk.
Get a crunk, blow blunts and bump chumps.
Ain't no luck chump.
We come intentional with this dope shit.
Using a pen or a pencil.
Back when I wrote this, space age.
I feel it percolating.
But all this hurting hating, still keep on bringing people back to old situations.
I changed the stations, but they playing the same list.
We started this shit and we gon' finish this shit.
We started this shit and we gon' finish _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
this shit.
Mental battle scars, polluting my cranium.
Watered down fake niggas, I'm draining them and training them.
Claiming them suave house niggas to the dirt bitch.
Cross the family and you gon' find yourself getting hurt bitch.
Peace is all in a nigga mind, it ain't reality.
Fuck reconciliation, niggas don't want no unity.
Born dying, every minute death is closer to me.
It's like I'm in a movie, except I'm feeling everything.
Pain when another motherfucker try to touch me.
Anger when a petty player faker try to fuck me.
A, B, A, double L, the fact you may see mice with a mic in I, don't think you wanna fuck with me.
Love head doctors and I don't mean a psychiatrist.
Pitches with that lip grip, tighter than a gorilla fist.
Kemp shit, when is everybody gonna learn?
Pimps and gangsters make the universe turn.
Poverty with the right amount of hustle, turn from riches.
The wrong situations turn hard niggas to bitches.
I was born in the war zone, fought for everything I got.
Learned about my hustle nigga, worked and made my shit hot.
Whole started jockeying niggas, bopping like they bitches do.
Other niggas mad, cause they only sold a tape or two.
Fuck what you heard nigga, fuck who you beat.
Suave got the hook up, cause Suave got the cheese.
We started _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ this shit and we gon' finish _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ this shit. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bbm] _ _ [Abm] _ _ _
_ Alright baby, walk out, go down, baby.
_ Walk out, in the yard, _ don't tell me stop.
_ Walk out, go down, all that you can think of, you missed on baby.
Ain't gonna stop me, hold the bra, [Ab] still drop [E] it.
In _ [Ab] the bar, still pop it.
[E] Fake ass laws, still stop it.
Fuck that motherfucker.
This shit rolls on baby like ground nigga baby.
This shit don't stop, this ain't gon' [Ab] never stop.
This shit goes round like the world baby.
[D] This shit thick like hot, one more time.
Hot. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ We started this shit and we gon' finish this shit.
We started this shit and we gon' finish this shit.
Ridin' down the strip on a trip, in my ham sandwich.
Started this shit and I'm gon' finish.
Yes I am, damn it.
We gon' slam it down like the Hitty Hills.
Shit, it is time for the niggas from Memphis 10 to get deep with it.
How deep?
Shit, the devil stay right down the street.
And why you mad?
The rebels tired of brother by his feet.
For what?
For what?
I don't know.
They tired of doing pick-up truck then.
Posted up in town like they didn't really give a fuck.
I get rid of bigots with bad racial equality.
Bust back at KKKs who try to follow me these hoes.
Saving my ass is crucial.
Situations, any other tactics I need, I use imagination.
A ten steps ahead of your ass, type of nigga.
Shit that I already know, you try to figure.
Give up, put your shit up, don't try to sell.
Don't you see we got this shit built up.
Can't pry nail at my foundation, my sound making.
Too many bump all out the trunk.
Get a crunk, blow blunts and bump chumps.
Ain't no luck chump.
We come intentional with this dope shit.
Using a pen or a pencil.
Back when I wrote this, space age.
I feel it percolating.
But all this hurting hating, still keep on bringing people back to old situations.
I changed the stations, but they playing the same list.
We started this shit and we gon' finish this shit.
We started this shit and we gon' finish _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
this shit.
Mental battle scars, polluting my cranium.
Watered down fake niggas, I'm draining them and training them.
Claiming them suave house niggas to the dirt bitch.
Cross the family and you gon' find yourself getting hurt bitch.
Peace is all in a nigga mind, it ain't reality.
Fuck reconciliation, niggas don't want no unity.
Born dying, every minute death is closer to me.
It's like I'm in a movie, except I'm feeling everything.
Pain when another motherfucker try to touch me.
Anger when a petty player faker try to fuck me.
A, B, A, double L, the fact you may see mice with a mic in I, don't think you wanna fuck with me.
Love head doctors and I don't mean a psychiatrist.
Pitches with that lip grip, tighter than a gorilla fist.
Kemp shit, when is everybody gonna learn?
Pimps and gangsters make the universe turn.
Poverty with the right amount of hustle, turn from riches.
The wrong situations turn hard niggas to bitches.
I was born in the war zone, fought for everything I got.
Learned about my hustle nigga, worked and made my shit hot.
Whole started jockeying niggas, bopping like they bitches do.
Other niggas mad, cause they only sold a tape or two.
Fuck what you heard nigga, fuck who you beat.
Suave got the hook up, cause Suave got the cheese.
We started _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ this shit and we gon' finish _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ this shit. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bbm] _ _ [Abm] _ _ _
_ Alright baby, walk out, go down, baby.
_ Walk out, in the yard, _ don't tell me stop.
_ Walk out, go down, all that you can think of, you missed on baby.
Ain't gonna stop me, hold the bra, [Ab] still drop [E] it.
In _ [Ab] the bar, still pop it.
[E] Fake ass laws, still stop it.
Fuck that motherfucker.
This shit rolls on baby like ground nigga baby.
This shit don't stop, this ain't gon' [Ab] never stop.
This shit goes round like the world baby.
[D] This shit thick like hot, one more time.
Hot. _ _ _ _ _ _