Key: Db major
Verse 1
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Ebm
My name is the Scarecrow
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Busters they approach,
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they really don't know me too well
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I put in the 50 round magazine watchin'
Db
Ebm
them spin as I empty the shells
Bb
Bodies are smackin' the mud,
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bustas are con stantly donating blood
Bb
I pull the sawed off out my coat pump it twice
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Ebm
and watch it tear up your hood n' run
Bb
Oh, no me do not
Verse 2
mind my
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part in genocide
Bb
Oh, no me do not mind
Db
committing homicide
Ebm
Bb
Although the way you live is
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how you must die
Bb
The Scarecrow will try his
best to take your life
Ab
Ebm
'Cause I know you will try to take mine
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Ebm
I do onto others before they do onto me
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And my fingers refuse to release
Verse 3
when I'm
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Ab
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squeezin' the trig ger on nin a milli
Bb
'Cause suckers be try ing to take all the things
you been working so hard for
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Dm
Bb
But I can't hit the floor,
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Ebm
I would rather go out in the smoke
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And so I'll do what I'll have to do
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I don't want to kill you,
Db
yet I will, fool
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Bb
Before Lord Infamous take a fall,
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I'll spray all of y'all
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Aw, mane, they got my back
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Dm
against the wall
Bb
Oh,
Verse 4
Am
that's how it is in the ghetto
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Dsus4
Dm
Ab
G
(I got my back against the wall,
Dsus4
Dm
wall, wall)
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Am
Dsus4
All the player haters and jeal ousy in
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Ab
Gm
G
Dm
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Dm
the ghetto
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Am
Childrens crying,
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Ab
homies dying
Gm
G
(I got my back against the
wall, wall, wall)
Dsus4
Dm
Bb
Am
Dm
It's how it is in the
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Dm
Ab
Gm
G
ghetto
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F
Dm
Pop, pop, pop, another trick sucka dropped
F
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E
Pop, pop, pop,
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G
C#m
another trick sucka dropped
Dm
Pop, pop, pop,
F
Dm
another trick sucka dropped
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Pop, pop, pop,
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G
another trick sucka dropped
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Db
A quarter after twelve,
Verse 5
Ebm
Bb
I'm still cruising down them back streets
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On my job a dead body already
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lies on the passenger seat
C#
Ebm
Bb
Just did one for the money now
I'll do two for the show and
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When I drop the third body I'm
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gettin' ready to hit the road
C#
Ebm
Bb
I'm spendin' bloody money in the streets,
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'cause that's all that I got
Bb
From ones I've laid in the past and
the new heads I just cracked
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Ebm
Bb
But all had to go sour when
some fools tried to rush
B
Ebm
The tables turning before my eyes,
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Ebm
now it's me they trying to touch
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Ebm
Bb
I put the pedal to the mizzetal, strap
my fo- fifty five my seventy two
Ebm
I looked up in the rearview
Bb
They still comin',
Ebm
Dbm
them fools must got one too
Ebm
Bb
Comin' up on the side, it's on,
I feel they can't be real
The dead body I was transport
Ebm
Bb
ing fell on my lap
I'm liftin' it up,
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they getting my steel
Bb
They started lettin' 'em off, I tried to ram 'em,
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the telephone post on the sidewalk
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Ebm
Dbm
I got intentions to cram 'em, smack
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Bb
! I laughed as them fools take a fall
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Bb
Not even on my roster for the day but
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Dm
my back was against da wall
Bb
Oh,
Verse 6
Am
Dsus4
that's how it is in the
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Ab
ghetto
Gm
G
(I got my back against the wall,
Dm
wall, wall)
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Am
When a gun is to your head,
Dm
Dsus4
Ab
Gm
G
Dm
Dsus4
there's nothing left to be said in the ghetto
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Bb
Am
Dm
You better watch your back 'cause
Ab
you might get car jacked
Gm
G
Dm
(I got my back against the wall,
wall, wall)
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Am
That's how it is in the
Dm
Ab
Gm
G
ghetto
Gm
Dm
F
Pop, pop, pop,
Dm
F
another trick sucka dropped
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Pop, pop, pop,
Dbm
G
another trick sucka dropped
Db
Dm
Pop, pop, pop,
F
Dm
F
another trick sucka dropped
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E
Pop, pop, pop,
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G
Db
another trick sucka dropped
Ab
I'm that
Verse 7
Ebm
fool you don't know,
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Ebm
I'm that one you can't see
That'll be scopin' with that gat
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Ebm
infrared behind the trees
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Ebm
You gon' drop to your knees,
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Ebm
you gon' yell, "Brother, please"
All the police on your force gon'
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be scared to witness me
Db
Ebm
When you see me in the traffic psy
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Ebm
chopathic killer ad dict
Bb
Kidnappin' MPD's,
Db
choppin' heads off with the hatchet
Ebm
Bb
Throwin' 'em in a rotted ditch while
Ebm
the night is filled with mis t
Mystic styles 'bout the killers
Bb
Ebm
Ab
from the six double six
Verse 8
Ebm
Bb
In the alley's not a bum,
Ebm
just a gang creepin' low
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Fourty four is the tool,
Db
pluggin' hoes in the 'fro
Ebm
Bb
Break the law on a slaw cop
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cause I'm down to blast
Bb
Paul and Infamous scrapped with the nine in they lap,
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Ebm
plus the stash
Crunchy Black at the hideout,
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Ebm
smokin' quarter pounds
Bb
(Smothered by the weed bomb)
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Db
First contestants fallin' down,
Ebm
Bb
flag covered up over the casket
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Bitch we leavin' a dead cop surrender,
no cousin, no friend, no son
Bb
Sooner or later,
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Dbm
Dm
no matter your crews gon' drop
Bb
Oh,
Verse 9
Am
Dm
Dsus4
that's how it is
Ab
in the ghetto
Gm
G
(I got my back against the
Dm
wall, wall, wall)
Bb
Am
Dsus4
Mothers crying 'cause their babies are
Ab
Gm
G
Dm
Dsus4
Dm
dying in the ghetto
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Am
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One time, some are straight,
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Ab
G
some from the TEC
(I got my back against the wall,
Dsus4
Dm
wall, wall)
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Am
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Ab
G
Oh, in the ghetto,
Dm
yeah
Verse 10
Dm
F
Yeah, best believe it, Three 6 Mafia
C#m
in the house for the nine five
A
With the all new GimiSum Family,
Db
Dm
bring it to your doo,r fool
F
Dm
'Til it just don't pay no mo'
F
We out
Outro 1
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Db
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