Drop chords by KMC

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Verse 1
Em 
Drop, hit the floor, how bitch you roll,
how we spit the roll
Drop, that's the ritual,
we're just bound to this if it gets you off
I heard money is the root of all evil,
B 
shit I want a mill now, give me two for the sequel
Em 
Too broke for my rent, I just smoke till I'm bent,
B 
spend cash so fast, never  know where when
Em 
Headed up  to right here, put an end to this nightmare,
B 
shine like a brand new white pair
Em 
Like, yeah, I ain't a player, I just fuck around
Y 'all can't touch the crown,
B 
head you duckin' down, shit is underground
Em 
Stop, say my name, motherfuckers wanna play,
B 
let me lay my game
Em 
It's the night, the one who holds light,
push
Fahrenheit
Got chains with no ice,
B 
just silver, low price
Em 
When I pop, hittin' the floor
Bangin' in the club,
B 
can't take it no more
Em 
You get the chop, I spit the roar
Pack a barrel of your dangerous
B 
bombs and blow them on tour
Em 
Folks,  not, out the frame
Take the whole board out like
B 
pieces on chess games
Em 
I know kings crush pawns,
all kings bring storms
B 
Swords swing, slash man score
Em 
I'm in the alley with niggas
ready to rally
Steady with the chatty,
B 
flattin' on a  wall with a fatty
Em 
Real niggas up, hoes stay down
Rookie from the back rolls up,
expose the side
Drop, hit the floor
Habitual, how we spit the roll
Drop, that's the ritual
Or just bounce to this if it gets you off
Drop
Hit the floor
Habitual how we spit the roll
Drop
That's a ritual
Or just bounce to this if it gets you off
Up
Now you in a gangster lean
Anxious to get the crane
B 
Going dolo in the magazine
Em 
Pretty boy
Slice your face up like
Q -Blink
What you think?
B 
Your crew red hot
But you pink
Drop
Em 
Put your face on the floor
Your face has performed
B 
For you it was like facing the
Lord
Em 
Assume your po  sition
Stop, look, and listen
If you curse the n -word
B 
Pay the doctor a visit
I don't put
Em 
God into a body
Cause that's so wrong
I'm like
E 
Omar
Em 
Gaddafi
And I'm
Am 
Saddam
Em 
Who's saying we ain't pure enough
Rule it up
Tattooed swords, the
B 
Quran on our arms
In the law we trust
Em 
Ain't got
God in us
God got us in him
When the sun goes down
B 
And there's gusty winds
Em 
There'll be no more shine
Like a rusty link
Must be there forever
B 
KINGDUSTRIAN
Em 
Drop
Hit the floor
Habitual, how we spit the wrong drop
That's the ritual
We'll just bounce to this if it gets you off
Drop
Hit the floor
Habitual, how we spit the wrong drop
That's the ritual
E 
Em 
We'll just bounce to this if it gets you off
My heavy downpour for sure
will rinse the game
B 
Got you playin' for a kinstom, come
Em 
Hence we came in  tense,
we're takin' hits, we split the pain
B 
Prohibit your shit if your script is plain
Stop reaching,
Em 
preach from the altar on the weekends
Like a preacher,
B 
so pay attention when I'm speaking
Em 
On tracks, we set the course for
all weaklings
B 
Metaphorically speaking, you ain't shit
Em 
We rhyme like outta your eyesight
You're listening, we rhyme back
E 
B 
Tryna define that,
Em 
my business is on  some other
See eye to eye, it ain't likely to happen
B 
Pick up a mic and see what happens
E 
Ayo, I came in the door,
never said this before
Em 
Pound here, pound there,
B 
progress to the floor
Em 
Hold my drink, this tune banging
B 
Let's tango, nod your head to a triple
X -sample
Em 
Survey says,
Simon says, y 'all know what time it is
B 
Words from a finalist,
Em 
he asked man standing
Fuck it, last fan dancing
E 
This ain't no boy group, just
B 
a rap band anthem
Em 
E 
Club banger, with a rough edge to it
Em 
Plus grammar,
E 
B 
that'll touch heads
Em 
Stupid, do the math, add this,
subtract that
E 
Multiply by nine,
B 
take a bite out of crime
Em 
Crunch, drop!