The Ceremony chords and lyrics - DOM PACHINO

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[Verse 1]
[D]Yea[Gm]h, terroris[A]ts,
[D]y 'all niggas r[A]eady?
I'm about to run all this shit
Pat [D]my self on the back, I deserve it
I know for cer[Gm]tain,
behind curtains lie serpents
[D]Don't wanna see my pockets hurtin'
And my career not [A]workin' is why
my joints be feedin' the bus
They love to see my
Spanish [D]ass in cuffs
But it won't happen,
I'm tryna [Gm]own
Manhattan, son
Yo, they call [D]it
Latin paradise, the latest fashion is [A]ice
Bitches never think twice,
they hop in my ride and slide
Only [D]the strong will survive,
I'm losing my [Gm]mind
Head gripping the nine,
another hand in the wheel
Making [A]music that the people could feel
That's what's up,
taking [D]them home like the
Stanley
Cup
22's on [A]the truck,
[D]niggas got stuck when I was down on my [Gm]luck
Now I'm up and coming,
penthouse like [A]the drummings
Having [D]run -ins with the
Lord and like my day is coming
[A]But it's really not,
terrorists is really hot
Terror[D]ists is really hot when
I'm blowing the spot
[Gm]Yo, yeah, uh -huh, uh, u[A]h
[D]Same [A]as [D]him, check it out, bitch
Ayo, we creepin' with thugs,
holdin' snubs up [Gm]in clubs
Put your mouth on the barrel,
make your face eat slug[D]s
Flowin' with a genie,
givin' me head on [A]a magic rug
Lifestyle is bug, put you in a beer hug
Slayin' [D]meteorologists,
can't follow this path
Rap [Gm]hol low tips,
you wits wanna swallow my [A]kids?
Street [D]metaphors for outlaws,
doin' they [A]bid
Holdin' the heat on the runway, screamin'
F those pigs
That's [D]po lice with
the mark of the beast
Leave you deceased, [Gm]I had to flee
Rap was complete, sleep with the [A]heat
When I was [D]17,
Mike
Prince started wild[A]in'
Doin' stickers from
Ohio to
Gatton,
Alley
Now [D]I'm feelin' on the rock, it's
Lord, keep [Gm]the heat cock
Oh shit, the guard got knocked
For bail money, [A]shoot up spots
Mad man, laser guns
The
[D]TV ain't
Robocop's
Street off the motherfuckin' block
[Dm]Word [D]up, fuck up[Gm], yeah, uh -huh
Word up, fuckers
[D]Them niggas better throw y 'all guns
up to [A]this shit right here, man
Throw them shits up, up,
[D]up, yeah, yeah
It's called [Gm]a ceremony.
Terrorist in 9th
Prince, bitch.
[A]'all niggas know what time it [D]is.
Killer
Army's the best, [Dm]nigga.[D][Gm]
[A]All [D]y 'all niggas that been frontin',
[A]y niggas better hang that shit up.
Y 'all niggas can't fuck [D]with us.
Y know who the fuck
I'm talk[Gm]in' to.
We ain't got no love for
Killer
Army.
We ain't got no motherfuckin' [D]love for you,
nigga.
[A]And y 'all know we don't play on the streets,
nigga.
It ain't no fuckin' game.
[D]We come see y niggas [Gm]if you talk shit
Word up, come to a hood [D]near you nigga
We be right [A]there bitch
Word up, and all y 'all bitches [D]man
I just one head man, [Gm]strictly head
Straight [D]head bitch, head [A]in the wind
Head in the moon, head in the moon
Like my [D]nigga big [Gm]bitch[D][A]
That [D]day we came to [Gm]fuck y 'all,
bitch niggas know my status
[D]If y fuck around with [A]us,
y 'all gon' feel the fuckin' flames [D]now
Y 'all can't fuck [Gm]with the killer on me clique,
we too thick
[D]Y 'all niggas f[A]ucked up now cause
we gonna f*** ass [D]up
Yeah, you know what I'm [Gm]sayin'?
Word out,
Killer
Arm, [A]2002 and [D]three, four and five,
[A]gettin' no
All that shit, bitch, nigga,
terror[D]ists in 9th
Prince, the mother[Gm]fuckin' ceremony,
nigga,
Killer
Army style
Peace [D]to my nigga
Seven
Wounds for producing [A]this
ill -ass track,
Baltimore, where y 'all at?
[D]Word out
Yeah, uh [Gm]-huh, bitch, check it out
Fuck [Dm]y 'al[D]l niggas[A]
Fucking