Counter Punch chords by Big Shug

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Verse 1
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 (A flat minor) Yeah, it's time for me to step up
and get a piece of
this motherfuckin' block
You know what I'm sayin'?
I know you cats been waitin'
for the real deal
That's all I know, on this track,
somebody's about to get broke up
You got to respect that, it's only right
Word up I rock for niggas that box,
pull the triggers on glocks
Hang out all day on hot blocks
When you yell, let's go, they don't stop
The sole mission is to be on top
This is a score for soldiers at war
and veteran rap crews
that go on world tours
I stay lyrically fit to beat the shit out
of competitors that wish to flip
I'm coming through like two blows,
crack your clavicle
Hot like calicoes, out of control
I throw vicious hooks and uppercuts
to knock you on your butt
I'm in your face screaming, what?
And you supposed to be hard?
You get chased by attack dogs up
trees through backyards
Google hit me on the hip,
it's gonna be some shit
So grab your team and battleship
I'm bomber shit like NATO
You wanna play yo',
I crush that ass like tomatoes
Forever it be me and Gou
It ain't a motherfuckin'
thing you cats can do
And what, and what -what -what,
counterpunch
And what, and what -what -what,
counterpunch
And what
Niggas be near the stage,
ice grillin' and post it up
They don't know niggas with us,
be hoasted up
Ready to toast it up
They try to approach
but they can't quite get close enough
Or they bound to get snuffed
Counterpunch, counterpunch,
believe that
Niggas be near the stage,
ice grillin' and post it up
They don't know niggas with us,
be hoasted up
Ready to toast it up
They try to approach,
but they can't quite get close enough
Oh, they bound, niggas snuffed
Counterpunch, counterpunch,
believe that, yeah
This shit gets drastic
They learn when I hit a
It's too late in the game for us to choke
And you don't want to provoke
these OGs to go for broke
We got out -of -state cap dealers
Ex -crack dealers, ex -cons,
dons, and macs
We stacked Skrilla,
and now it's splitting the pie
Bustin' off a lick in the sky
Soon as I'm spittin',
you die, instantly
You're just a wimp to me
My man Premier orchestrates the
breaks on this symphony
And now you know
you should respect your
fathers
I'm understanding God as
we continue the saga
Me and my niggas should go hood
to hood on the stirred
You tryna buy props,
that's why you ridin' the wood
It's all good from Blue
Hill Lab to Humboldt
Right here to NYC,
blazin' trails like gun smoke
Some told, others'll be ready to fight ya
See more beef than butchers,
beat you down or just snipe ya
Cowabunga
Niggas be there to see giants
grillin' and post it up
They don't know niggas with us,
we hoasted up, ready to toast it up
They try to approach,
but they can't quite get close enough
Or they bound, niggas snuffed
Counterpunch, counterpunch,
believe that, yeah
I get you cats in a verbal crossfire
to cock my hand back
And slap the hellfire out of lives
Chill out in cockpits,
pump fly with pilots
Require frequent flyer mileage
All black on, shoes sway violent
No matter how you flip it,
done, I stay stylish
The girl I'm with,
you dream to get in between her
While I be on tour,
walkin' the beaches of Ipanema
See my Nina, you runnin' high
So I'd rather get the drop and punch you,
dead in the eye
You scared of me, you oughta be
Cause basically, you just another wack -ass MC I'm deadly,
sickin' and like the flu
You got two hours,
get out the game or you through
So, come front and I will bust
your circumference
Big Sugar ain't never havin'
none of that nonsense
Pass the word to your team,
we out to lunch
And they can't withstand
the mighty blow of the counterpunch
And what, and what what what,
counterpunch
And what, and what what what,
counterpunch,