The W Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[C#][D]
[D#m]I grew[Db][D]
[Em]up around
block parties ready to rock
[Em]Behind the rope nigga with
my rhymes on cock
[D]The verse shot first nig[Em]ga
who had shit to pop
[Em]A bad weather blow the feathers
off a hundred [D]flocks
With 70% goose, 30 ducked,
get stuck
And each link in [Em]your chain is [D]trucked
No ends in this [Em]rhyme cipher
with nine snipers
Charge [Em]of the kiss from
the Pied Piper
I live around [Em]DJ's,
b- boys, MC's
[Em]Through rap never thinkin'
+Airways+ are [D]TVs
It was strictly all [Em]about magni
[Em]ficant rhyme clout
+Rec Room+, 2 dollars with the
[C#]flyer [Em]as we would doubt
Now his wigs pushed back
Name scratched off the plaque,
too wild to re- enact
[D](Yo[Em])
Got to check [C#]out +[D#m]The W+[Em], go[D#m]t
to [Em]check [C#]out-[D#m][Em][D#m]
- +The W+
Got to check [C#]out +[Em]The [Ebm]W+, go[Em]t
to [Em]check [C#]out- [Em]- +The W+
MC's have the right
to remain silent
Everything you say can and will be used
against [D]y'all [Em]muh'fuckers
And Mef can only trust ya
as far as I can see ya
[Em]Me need ya? That'll be
the. [D]day, ya [D#m]busta
It gets no [Em]rougher when,
me and my comrades rush ya
Like red heat [C#]with hammers and [D]sickles
[Em]I milk like ya baby mama's nipples,
got issues
It's just us, so what's what
if any can touch us
Then lord strike [Em]me down
where I stand at now
Wit this bottle of Remy,
gettin' [D]fucked up child, listen
[Em]The most notable MC,
ya source for hip hop quotable [C#]MC
[D]Of course it's [Em]Tic al!
[D#m][C#]
[Em][D#m][C#]
[D#m]The Princess, the Pope, [Em]incest[D#m], dope
Choke you by the [Em]throat,
the chrome handle smoke
The man not for [Em]joke,
we all out for broke
Plus the herbal that I tote,
the [D]murder that I wrote
You [Em]can 't do me none,
[Em]my Uzi weighs a ton
I'm comin' from the [Em]slum,
Wu is number [D]one
I [Em]stumbled on the drum,
the Gods are troublesome
+Rumble+ when we [Em]come, boy you [D]bet[Em]ter
[Em][C#][Em]
[Em]+Run[C#]+, +R[Em]un+
Aiyo, it's like this jumpin'
out of golden whips
Flashin' mega bricks, outfits,
rock [C#]ridiculous [D]whips, bitch
[Em]Wavy hair, men of the year,
bent in the stairs
Sick winter gear, been on position is [D]where
Call [Em]him an Asiatic God- body,
+Longevity+
Slang rap, you get your whip wrapped
Swing through [D]the hood calmly
[Em]Yo what up? Staten Island,
Bush, George
Dust shut [Em]shit off, whips spin off
Get off, slips, [D]which, wiz
[Em]Mind di- tects mines,
lines lick sick nines
Pick wines, lift up, bill a nigga [D]six flies
[Em]Dip wide, dress my shit up,
fuck six times, wish mine
Rub lamps, take thousand dollar crys[D]talines

[Outro 1]
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