Kunci: G minor
Verse 1
Am
C
Am
Yeah,
C
Salz
Em
Am
C
Come on, click, click, talk about sick shit, fuck around,
Em
Am
uh, uh, knock em out, uh, uh, line em up
C
You suckers ain't live enough
Em
Am
C
Come on, click, click, click, click, talk about sick shit,
Bm
Em
Am
fuck around, uh, uh, knock em out, line em up
C
You suckers ain't live enough
Am
Now when I was a youngin',
C
who would ever thunk that?
Em
Am
I'll be number one, bangin' in your trunk
Fat beats for the grungy,
Em
Am
People in the back, keepin' it bouncin'
R to the
Y to the
Am
Suckas ain't live yet, enough's enough,
uh, you're damn right
C
We changed for the better
Bm
C
and got back together
Em
And lock, wrap, surrender,
C
Duck like you back in the bush
You wanna learn to battle, start crackin'
C
Bm
Dirty from the get -go, 6 in the pump,
Am
Ripped through a beat like
Em
yo, we stutterin' still
Rubber
Am
C
Ry u is too ill, stop and think
You want
Bm
Girl
Scout beats or some
Pins?
C
I'ma stay droppin' the flame
Bm
Blazin' pop, insane shit,
Am
C
Click, click, talk about sick shit
Fuck around, uh, knock em out, uh, uh
Em
Am
C
Line em up, suckas ain't live enough
Let me tell you something,
C'mon click, click, click, click,
Fuck around, uh, uh,
Em
knock him out, line him up
Am
Let me tell you something, I
C
You suckers ain't live enough
Em
Let me tell you something, I won't let you
C
the dope is if you noticed him
Bm
Hopefully I'm rollin' with the dough
Em
that I'm supposed to get for flowin'
Am
And knowin' when suckers
Jack, time's up,
Em
line him up till they bind up
Am
Crack with your go -kart racer,
Bm
Snatch the faceplate and remove
Am
C
Stand on the edge with a mannequin
Bm
head and a crammer with lead
C
Em
And battle till we hand him his legs,
Am
I got a plan to get fed
Bm
I'm crapping your bands
Em
I start from 11 to 10, saying
Em
A lonely soldier, a clone for closure
Am
C
A small -time crook on a stolen poster
That's rival to
Bm
Em
Brooke on this rollercoaster
C
but they can't even speak
Bm
The party rules of an outlaw
Am
With no tools, can't write,
Bm
Your old dudes getting sad
Em
for you whacking the meat
Am
How you gonna claim something that
Bm
C
The regular breed, the tip scale,
Am
But under your sleeves,
C
you're fronting to whatever degree
The second you breathe,
Bm
Em
the element of weapon is squeezed
Am
Like click, click, clack, clack,
There ain't nothing better than
Bm
Em
these raw delicacies
Am
C
Come on, click, click, talk about sick shit
Fuck around, uh, uh, knock em out, uh, uh
Am
C
suckers ain't live enough
Em
Am
Come on, click, click, click, click
C
Talk about sick shit, fuck around, uh, uh
Em
Am
Knock em out, line em up
C
You suckers ain't live enough
Em
Am
C
Yeah, instead of running I would walk instead
I remember roaming and
Em
rocking the talking heads
Am
And you may ask yourself,
Bm
It's just my fascination
Am
C
No I don't know who said it and when
Bm
I'm not nice, yeah right
Em
That bitch never said it again
Am
I play rough to the death
C
Bm
Enough respect, let the slugs eject
Em
Then come correct, my man
C
Bm
Arm to the teeth, we settle beef
Em
Am
Together like identical twins, ooh shit catch a bad one,
C
Bm
can you imagine the pain of a .44
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