The Finest Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Am][C][Am]
As the life cycle
goes [F]on goes [Am]on
And you learn to hold on (hold on)
To things like the mic the mic
And you learn to appreciate who is
[F]the nicest on said device
[Am]But who is (The finest)

[Verse 2]
Time at [C]shashuma, too [Am]much drama,
blind behind the rumor
[C]Time and time and time, my mind,
I'm trying to find [Am]a tumor
Time at shashuma, no time
for hu[F]mor
As soon [Am]as one of ya' men's dead in Hempstead,
you trying to find [C]Pumas
Sooner the better,
[Am]even knitted a sweater already
Keep your leather,
we coming through the brutal weather
We ready to do whatever,
yo' [F]Doom you with it?

[Verse 3]
(You know it like a poet, my brother)
[C]
(Hey, Gunn you wit [F]it?) Whatever[C]

[Verse 4]
I know about [C]going paid to broke,
to [Am]next day well- off
To [C]bust a shell [Am]off, to dick-
riders: "Get the hell off"
Made a call to a client,
he must've had [F]his cell off
A [C]show- off,
he [Am]has the same bite but fell off
[C]I tell off [Am]the bat,
[C]from science to [Am]pure facts
[C]Which niggas is wack
'til they last two tracks
[F]Matter fact,
y'all could [Am]wait for the rep to tell
The tall- tale, how he escape from

[Verse 5]
out the depths of hell
[Am]When die, he gon' die
like a soldier die
Holding a swollen eye, drinking
Olde Gold
Smoking a stog, watch[F]ing po-
po patrol the beach
Blowing my high, rolling by, when Gunn die
He gon' try to preach the streets
then go to the sky

[Verse 6]
[Am]Yup! That hold water,
like drizzle in a [F]paper cup
[Am]This one [F]etched in stone,
the chisel with the paper up
I need a [C]cut: a taper- up[F], edge- up
[Am]Niggas can't [F]measure up,
I'm here to get the treasure up

[Verse 7]
Stands [F]up and hold 'em high, [Am]do or die
He got heat, no surprise,
stop the beat, close your eyes
Got the weed, rolling lah
[C]Not sweet, so [Am]no demise,
all the guys drops seeds so multiply
Within the prophecies hold [F]the lie

[Verse 8]
He [Am]bled my mother and my father,
but can't [C]bleed [Am]me
OD, ghetto misery, he [C]bled my brother,
my sister, but can't bleed me
[Am]A OG[F], ghetto misery,
[C]bled my mother[Am], my father, but can't bleed

[Verse 9]
[C]Me sci- [Am]fly, whole style stuck up
Used to talk to myself,
I told him, "Shut the fuck up!"
Buckle [F]up,
cause it's about to be rough
[C]He said, "Keep talk[Am]ing that shit,
you 'bout to be snuffed"
[C]Then we squ[Am]ashed it, I let
em know: "Watch it
We only met a time to join
these rhymers in the mosh [F]pit"
Gosh, it feels great just
to increase the [Am]chance
For a pussy nigga face to hit the

[Verse 10]
dance floor
[Am]I pull ya' top up, got clout,
crack rock, what?
Now it's all good business,
and so this bitch is locked up
On the dance floor: you [F]got knocked out,
your bitch [Am]got knocked up
Baby- face, and hey can you brand you,
brand new machete
Damn, I just shook your hand
and can't stand you already
Can't stand you, understand you deadly
[F]But my hammer's like a ban[Am]d, my man,
[F]it's Brand New [Am]and Heavy
Yo' Doom, you ready?
(Yeah! Yo' Gunn,
you with [F]it?) Whatever

[Verse 11]
[Am]Come on stay,
I wrote this rhyme on my born- day
Remind me of the same style I flipped
[F]on "Hey!"
Yikes! Who can fuck with the likes
[Am]Of one such who scores touchdown
and spikes mic's
Metal grill, with many styles, better still
[C]Feel like [F]num[Am]ber 26 on a roulette wheel
[F]And deal, and run rings around rhymers
An[Am]d run rings like number

[Verse 12]
runners whose old- timers
[C]Shorty in the [Am]all black,
she think she all that
I called her, she said, "Don't call back!"
She called me, now what
you call that?
Let's go back, I sold crack
Hold gats, smoke that, drink that,
toke that
Fuck! Where that ho at? Where

[Verse 13]
that dough at?
[C]Suffering [Am]succotash! [C]This hooker broke
[Am]into his last [C]buck of cash
[Am]He love [C]her, mothe[Am]rfuck her ass
Metal feet [F]dented your car fender
My agenda [C]up in the [Am]basement
party tipping the bar[C]tender
Is unbeknownst [Am]to you [F]who
could get [Am]body blown?
[C]MF like Mike Fran Corleone
And got it [F]sown,
maricon, like to know what you staring at?
[C]An invisible [F]cat,
who pull off a disappearing act
[C]Raised by a [F]pack a wild
[C]womens like Sweetback
Front? I'mma [F]be back! [C](Like brothers
in the [F]street act)
(Surrounded by a bunch a bad
bitches like Sweetback)
(Fuck with me I'll be back[C])
Like niggas [F]in the streets[F][Am][C][Am][C]
[Am][F][C]
[F][C][F]
[C]
[F]

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