Better Run chords by Slowpoke

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Verse 1
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Am 
F 
Oh  shit, this nigga trippin'.
Am 
Are you ready for the hole
F 
Am 
in the motherfucker?
F 
Am 
Yeah. Ha ha ha ha.
F 
Am 
Dope House Records,
F 
It's your boy Grimm.
C 
Am 
Doin' it like he does.
Dm 
C 
Am 
And I always did.
Ha ha ha.
F 
C 
It's my boy Slowpoke with a shotgun.
F 
Thought you was, but you not one
Am 
F 
You better run,  boy,
cause I know what you did
You ain't got long to live
Am 
I'm out through these wastelands,
F 
Am 
F 
gun in  my waistband
Careful, hate can make me wake up
in your amazing grace hands
Am 
F 
Cross em out with paint cans,
Am 
F 
trace em out in chalk lines
Color was maroon cartoon
with the Glock 9
Am 
F 
Am 
While I got a .45 align with my cock
F 
Bitches think my dick on rock,
cause the way I gotta walk
Am 
Gotta walk it how you talk,
drop my Mossberg vouch
F 
Bet you watch it worse now,
bust a shot and clear the crowd
Am 
Cause it's fuck who the noisiest,
all your boys is bitchin'
F 
All my bullets poisonous,
I'll drop em into soil
Am 
Piss they loyal to the script,
homeboy and play your role
F 
You disloyal like a spoiled bitch
and now you pay the toll
Am 
And you know what you did
F 
You ain't got long to live
Am 
Blame it on yourself
F 
Lay the hands you dealt
Am 
It's a 9   for a 9
F 
And now you gotta die
Am 
It's a 2   for a 2
F 
And you ain't bulletproof
Am 
F 
Bring your clique, motherfucker,
Am 
F 
I'ma ch  -ch -chop em
You see the llamas don't break dance,
Am 
but I pop and lock em
Precise, put em in a brain
with a meddler,
ain't bitch, you know he's the problem
F 
Only the prophets talkin', cutthroat
Cali,
clique them boys as monsters
Am 
We  bury you rats alive,
F 
light up the sky like Nostradamus
Stand throwside, you fuck with our money,
we run it up in your office
Am 
F 
Burn you alive when you collide
Am 
F 
with killers to spout that profit
I'm cookin' up work in the dope house,
Am 
slowpoke choppin' the product
F 
Latex hands for all you rats
that's thinkin' bout
tippin' the coppers
Headed the mall, we deathed up and broke,
cutthroat,
now they smokin' the boys on mall,
yeah
Am 
F 
Fuck that, all you bitches get it,
Am 
that'll resolve it
F 
Buckshot, Sandro walkin' the streets
and half of you fools in scartage
Am 
You knew what you did
F 
You ain't got long to live
Am 
F 
Blame it on yourself
Am 
F 
It's a 9   for a 9, and now you gotta die
Am 
It's a 2   for a 2,
F 
and you ain't bulletproof
Am 
No more knuckles and tussles,
F 
Am 
instead of muscles it's muzzles
F 
We busting bitches to puzzles,
and leaving pieces in puddles
Am 
Turn the screaming to mumbles,
F 
Am 
that lady meaner gon' rumble
F 
And shoot em up like they junkies,
we got bananas for monkeys
Am 
Why won't you man up and pump me?
F 
We got them hollowed out tips
Am 
F 
But you rollin' deeper
than the fuckin' bottomless pit
Am 
Keep talkin' shit, it's obvious
F 
Am 
you just a hollow chest bitch
F 
He ain't violent,
he just ridin' on that fuckin' white pony
Am 
Try and hide behind your homies,
F 
just means you ain't dyin' lonely
Boy you hard in your rap,
put that simple ass flow
Am 
We at the part where you react,
F 
Am 
but where the fuck did you go?
F 
Push your heart through your back
and lick your brain out your skull
Am 
And you know what you did
F 
You ain't got long to live
Am 
Blame it on yourself
F 
Lay the hands you dealt
Am 
It's a 9   for a 9
F 
And now you gotta dime
Am 
It's a tooth for a tooth,
F 
and you ain't bulletproof
Am 
Better run, run
F 
Better run, run
Am 
Better run, run
F 
Better run, run
Am 
Better run, run
F 
Better run, run
Am 
Better run, run
F 
Am 
F 
Better run, run
Am 
Am 
F 
Buckshot Pro
Am 
Am 
F 
Am 
Slowpoke with a shotgun
Bb 
Nah, you ain't one,
Am 
F 
Am 
better run
F 
Am 
F 
Am 
F 
Am 
Am 
F 
You