Key: Db major
Verse 1
F#
Bm
My name is the Scarecrow
F#
Busters they approach,
Bm
they really don't know me too well
F#
I put in the 50 round magazine watchin'
A
Bm
them spin as I empty the shells
F#
Bodies are smackin' the mud,
Bm
bustas are con stantly donating blood
F#
I pull the sawed off out my coat pump it twice
A
Bm
and watch it tear up your hood n' run
F#
Oh, no me do not
Verse 2
mind my
Bm
part in genocide
F#
Oh, no me do not mind
A
committing homicide
Bm
F#
Although the way you live is
Bm
how you must die
F#
The Scarecrow will try his
best to take your life
E
Bm
'Cause I know you will try to take mine
F#
Bm
I do onto others before they do onto me
F#
And my fingers refuse to release
Verse 3
when I'm
Bm
E
Bm
squeezin' the trigger on nina milli
F#
'Cause suckers be try ing to take all the things
you been working so hard for
Bm
A#m
F#
But I can't hit the floor,
A
Bm
I would rather go out in the smoke
F#
And so I'll do what I'll have to do
Bm
F#
I don't want to kill you,
A
yet I will, fool
Bm
F#
Before Lord Infamous take a fall,
Bm
I'll spray all of y'all
F#
Aw, mane, they got my back
Am
A#m
against the wall
F#
Oh,
Verse 4
Fm
that's how it is in the ghetto
A#m
A#sus4
A#m
E
D#
(I got my back against the wall,
A#sus4
A#m
wall, wall)
F#
Fm
A#sus4
All the player haters and jeal ousy in
A#m
E
D#m
D#
A#m
A#sus4
A#m
the ghetto
F#
Fm
Childrens crying,
A#sus4
E
homies dying
D#m
D#
(I got my back against the
wall, wall, wall)
A#sus4
A#m
F#
Fm
A#m
It's how it is in the
A#sus4
A#m
E
D#m
D#
ghetto
A#m
C#
A#m
Pop, pop, pop, another trick sucka dropped
C#
Am
C
Pop, pop, pop,
Am
Eb
Am
another trick sucka dropped
Bbm
Pop, pop, pop,
Db
Bbm
another trick sucka dropped
Am
Pop, pop, pop,
Am
D#
another trick sucka dropped
D#m
A
A quarter after twelve,
Verse 5
Bm
Gb
I'm still cruising down them back streets
Bm
On my job a dead body already
Gb
lies on the passenger seat
A
Bm
Gb
Just did one for the money now
I'll do two for the show and
Bm
When I drop the third body I'm
Gb
gettin' ready to hit the road
A
Bm
Gb
I'm spendin' bloody money in the streets,
Bm
'cause that's all that I got
F#
From ones I've laid in the past and
the new heads I just cracked
A
Bm
F#
But all had to go sour when
some fools tried to rush
G
Bm
The tables turning before my eyes,
F#
Bm
now it's me they trying to touch
Am
Bm
F#
I put the pedal to the mizzetal, strap
my fo- fifty five my seventy two
Bm
I looked up in the rearview
F#
They still comin',
Bm
Am
them fools must got one too
Bm
F#
Comin' up on the side, it's on,
I feel they can't be real
The dead body I was transport
Bm
F#
ing fell on my lap
I'm liftin' it up,
Bm
they getting my steel
F#
They started lettin' 'em off, I tried to ram 'em,
Bm
the telephone post on the sidewalk
F#
Bm
Am
I got intentions to cram 'em, smack
Bm
F#
! I laughed as them fools take a fall
Bm
F#
Not even on my roster for the day but
Am
A#m
my back was against da wall
F#
Oh,
Verse 6
Fm
A#sus4
that's how it is in the
A#m
E
ghetto
D#m
D#
(I got my back against the wall,
A#m
wall, wall)
F#
E#m
When a gun is to your head,
A#m
A#sus4
E
D#m
D#
A#m
A#sus4
there's nothing left to be said in the ghetto
A#m
F#
E#m
A#m
You better watch your back 'cause
E
you might get car jacked
D#m
D#
A#m
(I got my back against the wall,
wall, wall)
F#
E#m
That's how it is in the
A#m
E
D#m
D#
ghetto
D#m
A#m
C#
Pop, pop, pop,
A#m
C#
another trick sucka dropped
Am
Pop, pop, pop,
Am
D#
another trick sucka dropped
A
A#m
Pop, pop, pop,
C#
A#m
C#
another trick sucka dropped
Am
C
Pop, pop, pop,
Am
D#
A
another trick sucka dropped
E
I'm that
Verse 7
Bm
fool you don't know,
F#
Bm
I'm that one you can't see
That'll be scopin' with that gat
F#
Bm
infrared behind the trees
A
Bm
You gon' drop to your knees,
F#
Bm
you gon' yell, "Brother, please"
All the police on your force gon'
F#
Bm
be scared to witness me
A
Bm
When you see me in the traffic psy
F#
Bm
chopathic killer ad dict
F#
Kidnappin' MPD's,
A
choppin' heads off with the hatchet
Bm
F#
Throwin' 'em in a rotted ditch while
Bm
the night is filled with mis t
Mystic styles 'bout the killers
F#
Bm
E
from the six double six
Verse 8
Bm
F#
In the alley's not a bum,
Bm
just a gang creepin' low
F#
Fourty four is the tool,
A
pluggin' hoes in the 'fro
Bm
F#
Break the law on a slaw cop
Bm
cause I'm down to blast
F#
Paul and Infamous scrapped with the nine in they lap,
A
Bm
plus the stash
Crunchy Black at the hideout,
F#
Bm
smokin' quarter pounds
F#
(Smothered by the weed bomb)
Bm
A
First contestants fallin' down,
Bm
F#
flag covered up over the casket
Bm
Bitch we leavin' a dead cop surrender,
no cousin, no friend, no son
F#
Sooner or later,
B
Am
A#m
no matter your crews gon' drop
F#
Oh,
Verse 9
Fm
A#m
A#sus4
that's how it is
E
in the ghetto
D#m
D#
(I got my back against the
A#m
wall, wall, wall)
F#
Fm
A#sus4
Mothers crying 'cause their babies are
E
D#m
D#
A#m
A#sus4
A#m
dying in the ghetto
F#
Fm
A#m
A#sus4
One time, some are straight,
A#m
E
D#
some from the TEC
(I got my back against the wall,
A#sus4
A#m
wall, wall)
F#
Fm
A#sus4
E
D#
Oh, in the ghetto,
A#m
yeah
Verse 10
A#m
C#
Yeah, best believe it, Three 6 Mafia
Am
in the house for the nine five
E#
With the all new GimiSum Family,
A
A#m
bring it to your doo,r fool
C#
A#m
'Til it just don't pay no mo'
C#
We out
Outro 1
Am
D#
A
Bm
F#
Bm
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