Kunci: F minor
Verse 1
Em
C
Em
Prepare for Attack
on the Stars
E
Em
Prepare for Attack on the Stars
E
Em
E
Em
Five, four, three, two, one
Begin attack
Begin attack
Verse 2
Em
G
Ah, hip, Swass, down to be the boss
G
Am
punks gettin' tossed
Em
G
Em
Stop, it's cocked move back
G
Don't make a move or I'll drop
G
Growin', blowin', not hype I'm hy per
Em
I scratch records, Maharishi is a sniper
Woo, too swift for the criminals
Banks never gonna measure my decibels
G
Get it up, this beat's so crazy
Em
A
Punks like you don't phase me
Em
G
Big man, muscle in the window
Em
Kickin' live in a four door Benzo
Em
furious
G
Emcees almost hip gettin' curious
Em
G
Mix- A- Lot the maker of revenue
Em
Drop kick mud ducks on the avenue
Cadillac, some think I'm a mover
Am
But the gold on the wheels might moo ya
Em
Posse up, Mix- A- Lot is on the move
Verse 4
Attack!
G
A
now I'm back on your stereo
Em
G
Out West, rollin' in a Big Benz
Em
Don't chill, not 'til the song ends
G
There's the more, now I know you hear it
Em
Grit my teeth when I write my lyrics
G
Em
You jump, I attack like a animal
G
Em
No pity, no show at your funeral
G
Punk, your rap's illiterate
A
Em
consider it
Ingenuous, used to be a good boy
Nine millimeter got my new toy
G
Em
Let's go, shuffle for the right shot
Stick and move if you want
Am
Em
but you'll get caught
G
Criminals on the set you ain't nothin'
Em
Big Boss in effect I ain't bluffin'
Verse 5
Em
Launch Phase Two
Launch Phase Two
Launch Phase Two
Verse 6
Em
What about this other group,
dressed like G- Q
Yeah I'm talkin' about you
You call yourself rappers,
crack another joke
You old smoker, take another tote
You bought 'caine back in San Diego
I saw it when you laid it on the table
Big disappointment to your fans
You want to throw,
let's go for the floor man
Woo, that's controversy
Yeah I said it, and I show no mercy
Superstars watch your back
Yo D, your game was whack
Nuclear warhead aimed at your forehead
Your girl calls my name in your bed
Fire, this beat's so hard
New song my Attack on the Stars
Verse 7
Verse 8
Time is running out
Em
No time, my rhyme's runnin'
out a fuel
Here's the part you decide
if you want to do
Count it up,
the dockets from the Swass tour
Am
Buckle up for the pain you will endure
Em
Movin', runnin', slick plus cunnin'
Girlies on my straw cause I
rap so stunnin'
Loaded with ammunition,
Uzi ammunition
Tongue lashin' suckers,
black it like a statistician
Satisfied never, nothin' could be better
Roll a gold Caddy,
wearin' white troop leather
Packin' dual handguns,
rippin' up the nation
Am
Droppin' enemies so hard, they
type, they wouldn't want none
Em
Inhale, here we go again
The story of my life,
every day's a perfect ten
Always gettin' caught with
tactical equipment
Am
Bringin in my Uzi on the U- P- S shipment
Em
Cut 'em, droppin' 'em,
G
Em
no one says I copy 'em
Skeesos in my posse always tell me
that I'm rockin' 'em
Old school, new school,
Em
Your foundation's just been undermine
G
Em
Slice, roast those big boys
Banks don't matter you
Em
G
Up and down the rap world goes
dominated by your flow
G
But I'm comin', radio or not
Em
It's your record label,
they kept me on the block
Em
No mercy on the stars,
and that includes you
G
So what is it man What's this
Verse 9
Am
G
Em
Aw, it is, it's my At
tack on the Stars
You oughta be ashamed
G
You know who it is, it's the big man
Em
G
Em
And I'm rich with it
Yeah, sucker
Verse 10
boy
(I've been just smokin' man)
Please, you ain't with this
(I've been just smokin')
Smoker
(Yeah)
Smoker, I said it
Yeah, and what's up man
(What's up)
Yeah, and this punk know
what's happening
(Yeah)
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