Kick in the Door - 2008 Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
[C]Your reign on
the [F]top was short like leprechauns
As I crush so-called willies, willies,
thugs, and rapper-dons
[C]Get Get in [F]that ass, quick fast, like ramadan
Its that rap phenomenon Don-Dadda,
fuck [C]fuck Poppa
You [F]got ta, call me, Francis M.H. White
In tank-light [Bb]totes, totes, tote [F]iron
[C]Was told [F]in shootouts, stay low,
and keep firin
[Cm]Keep extra [F]clips for [C]ex tra shit
Who's next to flip,
on [E]that cat with [F]that grip on rap
The mo shady,
"Tell em!", Frankie baby
Ain't no telling where I [C]may be
[F]May see me in D.C. at Howard
Homecoming
With my man Capone, dumbing, fucking
[C]something
[F]You should know my steelo
Went from ten G's for blow
to [Bb]thirty G's [F]a show
To [B]orgies [F]with hoes I never seen before
[C]So, Jesus, get off the Notorious
Pen[F]is, before I squeeze and bust
If the [Bb]beef between us, we can [F]settle it
With the chrome and [C]metal shit
I [F]make it hot, like a kettle get
You're delicate, you better get,
who sent ya?
You still [C]pedal shit,
I [F]got more rides than Great Adventure
[C]Biggie, "How are you gonna do it?"

[Verse 2]
[C]Kick in the door, wav[F]ing the four-four
All All you heard was Poppa

[Verse 3]
don't hit me no more
[C]Kick in the door, wav[F]ing the four-four
All All you heard was Poppa

[Verse 4]
don't hit me no more
[C]Kick in the door, wav[F]ing the four-four
All All you heard was Poppa

[Verse 5]
don't hit me no more
[C]Kick in the door, wav[F]ing the four-four
[C]All All you heard was Poppa
don't hit me no more

[Verse 6]
On [C]ya mark, get set, when [F]I spark, ya wet
Look how dark it get,
when ya marked with [C]death
Should I start [F]your breath should I let you die
In fear you start to cry, ask why
Lyrically, [C]I'm worser[F],
don't front the word sick
You cursed it, but rehearsed it
I drop unexpec[C]tedly [F]like bird shit
You herbs get, stuck [C]quickly for
royalties and show money
Don't forget the publish[F]ing,
I punish em, I'm done with them
Son, I'm surprised you run with them
I think they got [C]cum in them,
[F]cause they, nothing but dicks
Trying to blow up like nitro
[Bb]an d dynamite st[F]icks
[B]Mad I smoke [F]hydro rock diamonds,
that's sick
Got pay off my flow,
rhyme with my own [C]click
Take trips [F]to Cairo, laying with yo bitch
I know you praying you was rich,
fucking [C]prick

[Verse 7]
When I see ya I'ma
[C]Kick in the door, wav[F]ing the four-four
All All you heard was Poppa
don't [Fm]hit me no more

[Verse 8]
[C]Kick in the door, wav[F]ing the four-four
All All you heard was Poppa

[Verse 9]
don't hit me no more
[B]Kick in [C]the door, wav[F]ing the four-four
All All you heard was Poppa

[Verse 10]
don't hit me no more
[C]Kick in the door, wav[F]ing the four-four
[C]All All you heard was Poppa

[Verse 11]
don't hit me no more
[C]This goes [F]out for those that
choose to use
Disrespectful views on the King of NY
[C]Fuck that, why try[F],
throw bleach in your eye
Now ya Braille in it, stash that light shit,
or scalin it
[C]Conscience [F]of ya nonsense
in eighty-eight
Sold Sold more powder than Johnson
and Johnson
[C]Tote steel [F]like Bronson, vigilante
[Cm]You want to get on son,
[C]you need to ask me
Ain't no other [F]king in this
rap thing
They siblings,
nothing but my children
One shot, they disappearing
[C]Its ill whe[F]n,
MC's used to be on cruddy shit
Took home, Ready to Die,
listened, studied shit
[C]Now they on [F]some money shit,
successful out the blue
They light weight, fragilly, my nine milly
Make [C]the white [F]shake,
that's why my money never funny
And you still recouping, stupid