We're Here To Entertain You chords and lyrics - THE JACKSON 5, MICHAEL JACKSON

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[Verse 1]
[Em]
[B]Man who[Em] give[A]s [Em]a fuck nigga?
Who gives a fuck...
MURDER...
[B]MURDER INC NIGGA!
[Em]How ya love [B]dat,
[A]how[B] ya[Em] love dat (what [B]is it)[Em]
MURDER...
MURDER INC NIGGA!
[A]Yeah, step inside niggas
[Em]Keep your fucking eyes

[Verse 2]
open,
ob[B]serve, and watch this
[Em](Watch me) Take the [A]game, lock shit
[Em]Strictly for [B]the [Em]gutter and [A]the block
[B]niggas
(Where my niggas) and them [Em]bitches,
GOTTI!
CEO, head honcho, boss
And all I do is [B]break niggas,
and make doe
[Em]Gotta make sure - all [B]my niggas see
Murder... [Em]I motherfuckers, shi[B]t

[Verse 3]
Tell me how you [Em]want it, momma,
lace [B]it proper
[Em]Make hits hot, uh, can't shit [B]stop her
[Em]Wrist rocked up - y'all
[A]know [B]who [Em]that [B]bitch
[Em]VITA, [A]VITA, and [Em]who dat clique
The world's most dangerous
Sweeter [F#m]then a mango,
[B]but hit when [Em]I aint...
So y'all better [B]run[Em], or [B]it's murder
[Em]when we come
(Vita & Ron[B]nie Bumps) You

[Verse 4]
[Em]
better [A]run!
[Em]This clique [B]I roll [Em]with they
[B]don't front they squeeze
You [Em]better [B]run!
[A]This clique [B]I roll [Em]with[B]
[Em]Murder I- N- C
Ohhh! Cause here we come!
[B]This clique done stack and
[Em]fold that doe
You better [B]run!
This shit is murder I- N- C fo' sho
[Em]Ohhh! Cause here [A]we come!
[B]MURDER!

[Verse 5]
Please believe [Em]her,
burn like cheeba, Vita, diva
Got thugs fiendin to met her
HOLLA HOLLA! All my ladies
getting dol[A]lar, dollar [B]stacks
[Em]Cause tomorrow [A]ain't promised,
So I [B]promise not to lose [Em]no contest
Shit, [B]Murder Mami put it [Em]down
[A]From Jersey to [B]Uptown [Em]put
them hands up now
Me and my ladies just ridin, vibin
Tryin to find [A]a club to slide in
[Em]V- I- P! Yeah I know I'm that
P- Y- T from I- N- C
BITCH! I know you want [B]my spit
BITCH! I [Em]know you want what I got
BITCH! [A]Hate me but [Em]I won't stop
Un- til I'm [F#m]on top
[Em]()

[Verse 6]
Now ladies if you sippin Cris
Then sip it till you [B]get drunk
All my thugs in the back
[Em]Sippin 'gnac get fucked up
One of the illest, uh, feminist when I zone
Sexy [B]while the rest be silicone
[Em]To each is o[B]wn, beats keep[A]
it authen[B]tic
[Em]Baggin bodies wit it, Gangsta chick[B]!

[Verse 7]
Yeah that's [Em]right Gangsta
Chick (uh, uh, uh, uh)
[A]What [Em]else would you expect from Murder Inc.
[B]nigga (uh, uh, uh, uh)
(Uh, uh, uh, uh) *Chuckles
Y'all niggas [Em]better fuckin run!
[B]()

[Verse 8]
LORENZO, IRVING [Em]CROCKER,
TIHEEM OGLETREE, LARRY