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Comin' for Ya Chords

Music by: Dmx
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[Verse 1]
[Am]Hey Mimi
[C#]Word[F#m]?[E][Ebm][C#][F#]
[Am]Get [Em]'em boy,[C#] get [F#]'em boy![E]
Get [G#]'em boy! [Am]Get '[G#]em boy! [Am]Boy!

[Verse 2]
X is [Am]comin' [Em]for [Am]ya,
can't do nothin' for ya
'Cause X is [Em]com [C]in' [Am]for y[Em]a
[Am]Run, hide, duck, duck
We [G]don't give a fuck, [Am]fuck

[Verse 3]
X is [Am]comin' for ya,
can't do nothin' for ya
'Cause X is com[C]in' for [Em]ya
Run, [G]hide, [F]duck, duck
We don't give a fuck, fuck
Look in the [Em]mirror

[Verse 4]
[Am](uh) say
my name five [Em]times
Turn out the [Am]lights (What?) then
I done juked nine lives
Don't get scared now nigga,
finish [Em]it 'cause you started [Am]it
Watch [Em]shit grow out of control,
[Am]now you want no part o[G]f it (c'mon)
Nigga, [Em]where yo' [Am]heart at? Tell
me what you made of
[Em]Already lost a stripe [Am]'cause I
know what [Em]you [Am]afraid of
We both know you pussy,
but I ain't gonna [Em]say nuttin'
Just hit a [G]nigga [Em]off,
[F]and you can [Em]stay frontin'
I gotcha [F]back for [Am]now,
'til I cased [C]the joint [Em](what?)
Plus, [Am]give the Feds a real good
[Em]place [Am]to point (what?)
We laced the joint,
I ain't gonna front I had my hands [Em]full
Glad to be alive, but you [Am]like,
that's that bull
But now you [F]know, [Am]what you get,
[F]when you fuckin' [Em]wit
'Cause you [Am]shoulda left alone,
now you stuck in shit
Stuck in shit,
'til that headpiece [G]gets [Am]blazed
[G]Scr[F]eamin this, ah, cea[Em]se to the grave
[F]Its o[Am]ver, at least for you it is
It don't take the coroner,
to see how true it is
I knew these kid,
but did that stop me from gettin' [Em]'em, screamin'
It was all for the [Am]money,
while I'm hittin' an[G]d splittin' him d[Am]own
From his nose to his nuts [Em](what?)
Fire de[Am]partment comin',
put the hose to his guts (what?)
Washed away,
just like dirt when it [Em]rains
[Am]And now b[G]e cause o[Em]f you,
[F]I h[Em]urt when it rains[F][Em][F][Am]

[Verse 5]
X is [Am]comin' for ya,
can't do nothin' for ya
'Cause X is com[C]in' [Am]for y[Em]a
[Am]Run, hide, duck, duck
We don't [G]give a [F]fuck, [Am]fuck

[Verse 6]
X is [Am]comin' for ya,
can't do nothin' for ya
'Cause X is com[Em]in' f[Am]or y[G]a
[Em]Run, [G]hide, [F]duck, duck
We don't give a fuck, fuck

[Verse 7]
My real name [Am]is Dami[F]en and my
[Am]girl's name is Car[Em]rie
That [Am]Poltergeist bitch is hot,
but too young to marry
That nigga Satan be fak[Em]in' mad
jacks so I [Am]taxed his [G]ass
[Em]Every chance [Am]I get,
is just another hit (uh, uh, uh, what?)
Another nigga split, [F]to the white meat,
[Am]another nigga
Takin' up room in the morgue under a
white sheet (c'mon)
That's what you get for tryin'
to take it [G]there [Am](uhh)
But [G]with this [Em]Deser[F]t Eagle
[Em]in your mo[F]uth
You cryin' 'bout let's make
it [Em]fair (uhh)
Sometimes [Am]it takes pain to make the
brain a little [Em]smarter [Am](uh-huh)
When I think the rain will stop,
it only starts to rain harder (uh-huh)
Part of the game is niggas
wanna be[G]come [Em]famous
And doin the [Am]same shit I do,
re[G]main nameless [F](uh, uh, uh, uh)
[Am]I want house money,
Jag money [Em](what?) so I [Am]gots [Em]ta bag [Am]money
I ain't laughin',
but yo it's mad funny (c'mon)
I used to talk about that shit you got
But you ain't [Em]never got that shit
when that shit get hot!
Runnin' up [F]in [Am]the spot with,
two niggas from Is[Em]rael
[Am]'Cause it is real, you did squeal,
now how you think yo' kids feel?
Knowin' you died a snitch,
I [G]look in [Am]yo' [Em]and see a bitch
Was[Am]n't surprised t[G]o see
[F]a switch (c'mon)
Let's make it [Am]quick,
I got a flight at 6 goin' to Pakistan
So let this nigga know, I know he pussy,
I'ma smack his man (uhh)
Fuckin' Willie niggas and silly niggas
I'd rather be [Em]eatin' [F]off a plate
With all them Baltimore and [Em]Philly
niggas (what?)
[Am]'Cause I done took about
as much I can stand
A nigga smilin' in my face like they
my motherfuckin' man
Aiyyo, it gets a lot [Em]worse,
'cause there's a [Am]curse [Em](what?)
That says, the reward for bein' [Am]real,
is the hearse
Be[F]fore you turn thirty,
[Am]cause the dirty shit you [F]did [Am](uhh)
Catches up and get you right
when you thought you slid
It's gettin' dark,
and with the cold to the heart
[Bm]You [Am]realize,
[G]you ain't gonna [Em]see your s[F]horty
Old enough to walk, for [Am]real

[Verse 8]
X is [Am]comin' for ya,
can't do nothin' for ya
'Cause X is [C]comin' [Am]for y[G]a
[Am]Run, hide, duck, duck
We don't [G]give [F]a fuck, [Am]fuck

[Verse 9]
X is [Am]comin' for ya,
can't do nothin' for ya
'Cause X is com[F]in' for [G]ya
Run, hide, duck, [F]duck

[Outro 1]
We don't give a fuck, fuck
[Am][Am]
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