Kunci: Db major•
Verse 1
Db
Gbm
My name is the Scarecrow
Db
Busters they approach,
Gbm
they really don't know me too well
Db
I put in the 50 round magazine watchin'
E
Gbm
them spin as I empty the shells
Db
Bodies are smackin' the mud,
Gbm
bustas are con stantly donating blood
Db
I pull the sawed off out my coat pump it twice
E
Gbm
and watch it tear up your hood n' run
Verse 2
mind my
F#m
C#
Although the way you live is
C#
The Scarecrow will try his
best to take your life
B
F#m
'Cause I know you will try to take mine
C#
F#m
I do onto others before they do onto me
Db
And my fingers refuse to release
Verse 3
when I'm
F#m
B
F#m
squeezin' the trig ger on nina milli
C#
'Cause suckers be try ing to take all the things
you been working so hard for
F#m
E#m
C#
But I can't hit the floor,
E
F#m
I would rather go out in the smoke
C#
And so I'll do what I'll have to do
F#m
C#
I don't want to kill you,
F#m
C#
Before Lord Infamous take a fall,
F#m
I'll spray all of y'all
C#
Aw, mane, they got my back
Em
E#m
against the wall
C#
Oh,
Verse 4
Cm
that's how it is in the ghetto
E#m
E#sus4
E#m
B
A#
(I got my back against the wall,
E#sus4
E#m
wall, wall)
C#
Cm
E#sus4
All the player haters and jeal ousy in
E#m
B
A#m
A#
E#m
E#sus4
E#m
the ghetto
C#
Cm
Childrens crying,
E#sus4
B
homies dying
A#m
A#
(I got my back against the
wall, wall, wall)
E#sus4
E#m
C#
Cm
E#m
It's how it is in the
E#sus4
E#m
B
A#m
A#
ghetto
E#m
G#
E#m
Pop, pop, pop, another trick sucka dropped
G#
Em
G
Pop, pop, pop,
Em
Bb
Em
another trick sucka dropped
Ab
Fm
another trick sucka dropped
Em
A#
another trick sucka dropped
A#m
E
A quarter after twelve,
Verse 5
Gbm
Db
I'm still cruising down them back streets
Gbm
On my job a dead body already
Db
lies on the passenger seat
E
Gbm
Db
Just did one for the money now
I'll do two for the show and
Gbm
When I drop the third body I'm
Db
gettin' ready to hit the road
E
Gbm
Db
I'm spendin' bloody money in the streets,
Gbm
'cause that's all that I got
C#
From ones I've laid in the past and
the new heads I just cracked
E
F#m
C#
But all had to go sour when
some fools tried to rush
D
Gbm
The tables turning before my eyes,
C#
F#m
now it's me they trying to touch
Em
F#m
C#
I put the pedal to the mizzetal, strap
my fo- fifty five my seventy two
Gbm
I looked up in the rearview
F#m
Em
them fools must got one too
F#m
C#
Comin' up on the side, it's on,
I feel they can't be real
The dead body I was transport
F#m
C#
ing fell on my lap
I'm liftin' it up,
F#m
they getting my steel
C#
They started lettin' 'em off, I tried to ram 'em,
Gbm
the telephone post on the sidewalk
Db
Gbm
Em
I got intentions to cram 'em, smack
Gbm
Db
! I laughed as them fools take a fall
Gbm
C#
Not even on my roster for the day but
Em
E#m
my back was against da wall
C#
Oh,
Verse 6
Cm
Fsus4
that's how it is in the
Fm
Cb
ghetto
Bbm
Bb
(I got my back against the wall,
Fm
wall, wall)
Db
Cm
When a gun is to your head,
Fm
Fsus4
Cb
Bbm
Bb
Fm
Fsus4
there's nothing left to be said in the ghetto
Fm
Db
Cm
Fm
You better watch your back 'cause
Cb
you might get car jacked
Bbm
Bb
Fm
(I got my back against the wall,
wall, wall)
Db
Cm
That's how it is in the
Fm
Cb
Bbm
Bb
ghetto
Bbm
Fm
Ab
Pop, pop, pop,
Fm
Ab
another trick sucka dropped
Em
Bb
another trick sucka dropped
E
Fm
Pop, pop, pop,
Ab
Fm
Ab
another trick sucka dropped
Em
G
Pop, pop, pop,
Em
Bb
E
another trick sucka dropped
Verse 7
Gbm
fool you don't know,
Db
Gbm
I'm that one you can't see
That'll be scopin' with that gat
Db
Gbm
infrared behind the trees
E
Gbm
You gon' drop to your knees,
Db
Gbm
you gon' yell, "Brother, please"
All the police on your force gon'
Db
Gbm
be scared to witness me
E
Gbm
When you see me in the traffic psy
Db
Gbm
chopathic killer ad dict
E
choppin' heads off with the hatchet
Gbm
Db
Throwin' 'em in a rotted ditch while
Gbm
the night is filled with mis t
Mystic styles 'bout the killers
Db
Gbm
Cb
from the six double six
Verse 8
Gbm
Db
In the alley's not a bum,
Gbm
just a gang creepin' low
Db
Fourty four is the tool,
E
pluggin' hoes in the 'fro
Gbm
Db
Break the law on a slaw cop
Gbm
cause I'm down to blast
Db
Paul and Infamous scrapped with the nine in they lap,
E
Gbm
plus the stash
Crunchy Black at the hideout,
Db
Gbm
smokin' quarter pounds
Db
(Smothered by the weed bomb)
F#m
E
First contestants fallin' down,
F#m
C#
flag covered up over the casket
F#m
Bitch we leavin' a dead cop surrender,
no cousin, no friend, no son
F#
Em
E#m
no matter your crews gon' drop
C#
Oh,
Verse 9
Cm
E#m
E#sus4
that's how it is
A#m
A#
(I got my back against the
E#m
wall, wall, wall)
C#
Cm
E#sus4
Mothers crying 'cause their babies are
B
A#m
A#
E#m
E#sus4
E#m
dying in the ghetto
C#
Cm
E#m
E#sus4
One time, some are straight,
E#m
B
A#
some from the TEC
(I got my back against the wall,
E#sus4
E#m
wall, wall)
C#
Cm
E#sus4
B
A#
Oh, in the ghetto,
Verse 10
E#m
G#
Yeah, best believe it, Three 6 Mafia
Em
in the house for the nine five
C
With the all new GimiSum Family,
E
Fm
bring it to your doo,r fool
Ab
Fm
'Til it just don't pay no mo'
Outro 1
Em
Bb
E
F#m
C#
F#m
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