36′′ Chain chords by Run the jewels

SimplifiedC#m · Am · Dm · E

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Intro 1

C#m

Verse 1
Am 
Bitch we be that
shit that's right
Number two boo boo straight
caca (Yeah)
I smoke ganja with a dread- locked rasta
Move like Frank you will die like a hassa
Move like Jesus die like a martyr
Hell of a choice when you riding a
Lamotta
Trynna get some hoes in the hot car
How far is we away, man? Not far
The greatness they claim, not all
Are not, we are those juggernauts
Me El, we hail
Like a young Che Guevara and Fidel
Castro, cash flow, car full of females
Bad hoes, we in the DR
Any fuck rapper boy gettin' out of line
C#m 
I pray the preacher beat
Am 
him to the goddamn ER

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Verse 2
Am 
I spit them country rap tunes
like Hee- Haw
Cocaine flow fishscale no re- rock
Take a snort for yourself shawty, see?
"He raw. See he raw!"
That's you shawty go on
snort your nose off
Then put the news in the
street Tom Brokaw
'Cause of you shawty met
a bad stone bitch out of
Brooklyn and that Brooklyn bitch
straight got broke off
Yeah she called her homegirl from the BX, freaky
lil 'Rican brought X and we sexed
Couple months later brought
'em down to Atlanta
And let 'em style on the 'bamas that's
right yeah we flex
Heard she got a baby
daddy and a nigga
Acting aggy runnin' round talkin'
'bout yeah he plexed
Nigga better pray for a ho like he
Dm 
Am 
Tebow though, 'cause right now he
C#m 
Am 
stay los   in' like The Jets

Verse 3

And I walk around like I got a 36" chain

Verse 4
And I walk around like I got a 36" chain
Am 
Bitch we be that shit that's right
Light a flare put your
thumbs in the air high five
I came for the stash box gimme that
I been waitin' for this all my life
3 AM and I'm still not right
Still awake still away from fading,
crazy
Psilocybin, why the ride so hazy
Dribble this spit till the
street gets wavy
The bliss and pure shit magician
Get to skipping
Not too tall dark and handsome man
But I talk dark for ransoms man
Spend grands of those zombies
E 
Folded origami
Am 
Yes I bag the clams
Dm 
Anyone object to the styles,
Am 
C#m 
Dm 
Am 
get a smile and   a backwards hand

Verse 5
Am 
(Peep that) Felonious face
in the place of an angel
Bringing that buckshot back to the table
Been a veteran, earthbound hellion
Try to say grace get a face full of staples
Woke up and the city air smelled like maple
If you come straight from New
York you relate
If you come straight from
another place stay too
Me and Mike got the whole map held safe

Verse 6
Am 
Be it  NYC or the ATL
From the ceilings of heaven
to the gates of hell
We murder death killed every stage we step
Am 
Homicide times two better

Verse 7
warn yourself, El
Am 
Anybody looking for some
trouble better self med
Am 
We could double dutch in a minefield,
hell gets
Just the right temperature,
break beat minister
River- dance cleats on
Am 
your face for the finisher