Die Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Em]Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers,
[D]die[Em]
[G][Em][A][G][A][Em]
Cause I'm sick of the weak -ass shit
you've [B]been say[D]in'
[Em]I'm sick of the weak -ass shit
you've been playin'
Make me wanna shoot my radio out
[G]But [Em]I won't do such,
because it [A]costs too much
[Em]But what I will do is give
you something brand new
For the DJs, MCs and fans too
Some say I'm not Marvin
[G]But [Em]look around,
count how many [A]heads of [Em]Bobby[G][A][Em][G]
[A][G]
I [Em]heard your new song on the radio,
[D]hated [Em]that shit
Cause it sounded like a demo,
now if you're so pro black punk bitch
[G]Stop [Em]getting them white
boys to [A]mix your shit
[Em]You get a nigga like crazy, see
[D]And [Em]your shit won't sound so sloppy
I know you hate what I said
[G]But [Em]if you run up,
I'll put a gun up[A]side your fuckin' head
[Em]Cause homeboy, I [G]don't love ya
You [A]get your mama or somebody [G]else
to feel [D]sorry [Em]for ya
Put your rhymes in a [G]casket, dig a bed
[A]Bury your head, cause that shi[G]t's dead
[Em]I needed something tha[G]t was holdin'
So [A]I called New Orleans
And [Em]caught up with Roland
He said he had a boy [G]who
could play the piano
His [A]name was Goldfinger
So this ain't a [G]sample
[Em]Dick Holt [G]made the bassline groove
[A]He got paid [G]to sign with Sticky Move
[Em]So you better fi[G]nd some new ideas
[A]And stay the fuck away from her[G]e[A]
[Em][G][A][Em][G]
[Em][G][A][G]
[Em]Now, tell your so -called su
[G]per dope producers
[A]You need to [G]stop fucking with losers
[Em]And get yourself some juic[G]e
Call your[A]self a producer,
but ain't [G]never
[Em]Side -steppin' like [G]a penguin,
[A]thi[G]s ain[A]'t ringlin'
So you and [Bb]your crew [G]can
suck a mean [Em]one
Old school beats [G]get ruined,
cause mother[A]fuckers like you
be puttin' weak -ass [Em]rhymes to them
I can't duck cause your
bass don't [D]boom,
[Em]your drums don't kick
and your horns are out of tune
Make a nigga just lose respect,
[G]pus[Em]h that B -check
and snatch your [A]shit out the tape deck
[Em]Cause your lyrics [G]are way out,
you should [A]have stayed out
Before Trax[G]ton played out
[Em]Your production is [G]booty broke,
save enough [A]money
So you can work out of the stu[G]dio
[Em]Then practice on your [G]vocals
And [A]stop acting like you're univer[G]sal
when you're local
[Em]So take your wack -ass style,
[G]your wack -ass songs
Your [A]wack -ass girl
and take your wack -ass [G]home[Em]
[G][A][Em]
[G][A][G]
[Em]
Yeah, this goes out to all you [G]wanna be,
ain't never gonna [A]be shit rappers
on the local [G]scene
acting like y 'all lack [Em]jealous ass
[G]Ain't paid no motherfuckin' [A]dues,
ain't sold
No mother[G]fuckin' records
[Em]But runnin' around with t
-shirts with [G]your name on
[A]Yeah, you hoes better try
to be [Em]friends with me
Watch that bitch,
she'll get [G]you [A]weeks[G][A][G][Em]
Die motherfuckers,
die [G]motherfuckers, [A]die
Die motherfuckers,
die mother[G]fuckers, [Em]die
Die motherfuckers, [A]die [G]motherfuckers, die
[A]Die motherfuckers,
die [G]motherfuckers, [Em]die[G]
[A]Die motherfuckers, [G]die motherfuckers, die
[Em]Die motherfuckers, die m[G]otherfuckers, die
Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die
Die
Hey! Turn that shit down!