Who You Bullshittin chords and lyrics - PRODIGY

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
[Em]Yeah[Am]
[Em]let me tell you somethin'
[Am]Only niggas that can rap l[Em]ike this
Is H- A- V- O- C and the
[Am]come back kid wha
Stop you could never [Em]sound like this
You not unique like P
Look how I freak this shit
[Am]You the greatest of the hard core ones
[Em]The best ever i'm utte[Am]rly grimey
Who does it better? Listen
These other rappers all [Em]rapping trickey
Toying with me boy I get silly
Like [Am]big bags of dust and
[Em]cocaine blunts
White [Am]e & j and sprite you[Em] mix it up[Am]
This quality hood shit
[Em]Yeah all punk and garbage
And people buying that bullshit
Oh my [Am]God it's a helluva drought
Of fine [Em]time to rhyme
Pull your hardrives out and
Dig through [Am]the archive
Maybe you can find an old [Em]dusty hot one
Cuz that new shit you got
[Am]is not wassup

[Verse 2]
Who you [Em]bullshittin? You ain't top five
Who you tryin' to goose up?
You ain't [Am]hot slime you just a cold pussy
[Em]You just a coulda, shoulda,
woulda ass nigga
You ain't never be [Am]alive
nigga
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[Verse 3]
I'm [Am]as alive as they come
With [Em]the eletrical tape
Couldn't stop this fire when the wire [Am]break
I annihiliate, violate [Em]somethin'
phishies
Nutricious, eat [Am]food have my
Goons doing dishes? Am I too [Em]spe cific?
I beg to differ
Hand on the bible swear to be
[Am]a better nigga
Whateva the first [Em]one got
a nigga hypcriting
First sign of border less spittin?
Who [Am]you gettin' ya whole
team [Em]pussy
A whole bunch of dead kittens
heads missing
Ya know it's ser[Am]ious when
the feds phishing
They not gonna find [Em]nothin'
In the shark tank
Nothin but algae [Am]an d live
bait
Clareece couldn't [Em]figure out
my mind state
You wanted me death [Am]sent on
a blind date
The unforgettable [Em]look that eyes make
I see it in my dreams and when [Am]I awake
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[Interlude 1]
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[Verse 4]
that's how my shit spray
When I'm spittin' these bars get
The fuck out da way
Or you gonna be a target
[Em]to my 16 slabs
I don't do battles i engage combat
[Am]Within the streets not i[Em]n da street
Put the coins on your eyes
before the defeat
Since [Am]you first heard of us
You wanted to be just like me
Hands on [Em]your neck tatted just like P
[Am]Long chain swinging
[Em]Dingaling ringing mad bells in the
Salon I got dem [Am]singing
My praise is the craze
It's de[Em]m Queensbridge dogs
Nobody make [Am]music like dis anymore
It's just a bunch of reckless
Raps [Em]that makes no sense
A hunnid bodies on your song
Yeah real intelli[Am]gent
You's a writer [Em]of fiction straight novelist
So many keys you woulda thought
You was [Am]a locksmith

[Outro 1]
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