Kunci Gitar No More
Jay-z
Jay-z

N/A
Kunci: G minor
Verse 1
C#m
C#m
Somebody's pulling
me close to the ground.
I ain't panicked.
I've been here before.
Seems like only yesterday
when I got up on that stage,
in front of that crowd,
and showed them who was who
and what was what.
Man, look at these suckers.
I ain't no rapper.
I'm a hustler.
Just so happens I know how to rap.
G#m
G#m
Okay! I'm reloaded!
D#m
D#m
C#m
C#m
Uh -huh.
Let's get it again, nigga.
G#m
G#m
I'm real young
C#m
C#m
G#m
G#m
D#m
D#m
I'm real young
C#m
C#m
I'm real young
I'm young
G#m
G#m
I'm real young
D#m
D#m
C#m
C#m
I'm young
I'm real young
A lot of speculation
G#m
G#m
on the monies I've made
D#m
D#m
C#m
C#m
Punnies I've slayed
How is E for real?
Is that nigga really paid?
G#m
G#m
D#m
D#m
C#m
C#m
Hustlers I've met or dealt with dir ect
Is it true he's state of beef
and slept with a tent?
G#m
G#m
What's the position you hold?
D#m
D#m
Can you really match a triple
C#m
C#m
platinum artist?
Fuck my butt but only a single
going gold
Rockefeller shit fold
D#m
D#m
C#m
C#m
And you're left out in the cold
Is it back to charging motherfuckers
11 for a 0?
G#m
G#m
For the millionth time asking me
D#m
D#m
Questions like Wendy Williams
C#m
C#m
harassing me
Then get upset when I catch feelings
G#m
G#m
D#m
D#m
Can I get a minute to breathe?
And in that minute you leave
C#m
C#m
While I'm looking at my roll
Ice spinning on my sleeve
G#m
G#m
Ugh, nice watch
D#m
D#m
Do you really have a spot?
C#m
C#m
Like you said in front of Vogue
And if so, what block?
G#m
G#m
What you doing in L .A.
D#m
D#m
C#m
C#m
With Filipinos in es says
Latinos in Chevettes down
by Pico with Frederico
G#m
G#m
I answer all y questions but
D#m
D#m
C#m
C#m
then y got to go
Now the question I ask you
is how bad you wanna know
G#m
G#m
D#m
D#m
Black! York!
C#m
C#m
I'm New York!
I'm New York!
A
A
E
E
I got the feel of y 'all
Bm
Bm
E
E
Uh! No mustache
Bm
Bm
Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more
About crime no more
To I'm no more
E
E
Cause I'm so raw
Bm
Bm
My flow expose hoes that
they find in yours
Was it for me,
E
E
niggas still be dying for whores
Bm
Bm
But I hate when the niggas sit back,
I'm ironing yours
Young blood, you better get that,
E
E
we fryin' because
Bm
Bm
Niggas don't wanna be confined
to riding the iron horse
And don't listen to the rappers,
E
E
yo, they dying to floss
Bm
Bm
I used to be OT, applying the force
Shoot up the whole block,
E
E
then the iron I toss
Bm
Bm
Come back with the click
playing Diana Ross
I'm the boss,
Em
Em
E
E
and this is how it's gon' be
Bm
Bm
Burnt the turnpike while
Miles on the beat
I got miles to feed till they
Em
Em
E
E
put flowers on me
Bm
Bm
And kiss my cold cheek,
chicks crying like I was cold cheeks
Em
Em
Tombstone, Reedy was holding no leaks
Bm
Bm
Started from the crack game
and then so sweet
Em
Em
Freaked it to the rap game, Jigga the OG
Bm
Bm
On MTV, telling them how I sold D
And used to bag work
Em
Em
up out of apartment 4B
Bm
Bm
Me and my homie started out coldies
Picked a mailbox lock cause I
E
E
ain't have no key
Bm
Bm
Had the cable with the anchor
when Jazz made Sophie
Then I went low key,
Em
Em
E
E
but now I'm back, it's on,
Bm
Bm
motherfuckers
Em
Em
Bm
Bm
Jigga, uh -huh, yeah, Rockefeller, yo
Em
Em
Bm
Bm
Em
Em
Uh, uh, Phyllis
Bm
Bm
Em
Em
Em
Em
Bm
Bm
You

Bagaimana pendapat Anda tentang lagu ini?

Anda perlu untuk memberikan penilaian.
PenyetemE A D G B E
AkorC#m G#m D#m A E...