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