Verse 1
Gm
F
Bass cramming, yeah man
Eb#m
F
Pounding like a 8th band
Eb#m
Eb
Gm
Eb
Jamming in Graceland
Gm
G
Gm
Sounded like 8 cannons
F
Out of state scanning
C#m
F
Eb
Planning on my celly phone
Gm
F
Yellow bone
Dm
F
G
I love the light, but I hate tanning
Gm
I'll show you how to sub
G
F
H -O -G, my be -dub
We stained by the blood
G
It's a gang, it's not a club
I'm keeping purple in my circle,
all it is I'm
Certainly his service is the
F
purpose of my chrysan
G
Yes, it is a definite,
C
F
Eb
your best bet is accepting it
F
We step into his presence
G
and make no attempt to exit it
Flesh is sick,
F
we gon' just wrestle it till it's desolate
Bring death to this mess,
G
F
anything less and we ain't accepting it
Tick, tick, tick, your time is up
Think before just signing up, the drama
Eb
F
Can get funky like that thong
Dm
that's in your mama's butt
F
What I bomb it up is way
Eb
out like Andromeda
F
G
Hot as a Somalian thermometer,
I promise ya
F
G
Dummy slap, in the game, running back
F
G
E
Money in, money back,
F
it's a mummy rap
G
Bubble like soda, double my quota
F
Eric Bill is building up
G
the kingdom of Yahovah
F
D -d -d -dummy slap,
Eb
in the game, running back
Eb#m
Eb#
Money in, money back,
F
it's a mummy rap
Bubble like soda, double my quota
Eb
F
Every villain's building up
G
their kingdom of Yahoma
F
D
F
Ain't nothing realer than Jehovah get
You think that devil coward
know me yet?
Two -edged metal weapon
longer than Shinobi get
Eb
Cause you know them enemies
D
are Russia like a Soviet
F
G
This industry, I'm over it
D
G
Don't wanna see these vets
F
We crisis the gang
Man, this ain't a freebie set
But why they never bang?
Stars who forgot they trek
Eb
G
They only bang for the cameras
F
of your TV set
H -H -H -H -O -G -M -O
-B -G -O -M -R
G
Yahweh the illest from what I remember
F
And so I tell them killers life is
where the Father entered
And born again in that holy placenta
C
G
That corner of Penta Homie
Em
F
Em
7 mobbin' like no other team
F
So you know I'm keepin'
somethin' purple
in my color scheme
C
Eb
Got over money, losin' funny that
F
G
We gettin' got money back
F
G
F
Click, click, dummy slap
Eb
Vindicate me, O Lord,
F
Eb#
F
for I have walked in my integrity
And I have trusted in the Lord
without wavering
Prove me, O Lord, and try me
Test my heart and my mind
Dummy slap
In the game
Money back
Eb
F
Money in, money back
It's a mummy rap
Bubble like soda
Double my quota
Eric Bill is building up
the kingdom of Yahodah
Just a dummy slap, in the game,
running back
Eb
D
Money in, money back,
F
it's a mummy rap
Bubble like soda, double my quota
Eb
G
F
Every bill is building up
the kingdom of yahoo
Homie we go hard,
D
most of em softer
F
Em
than a roll of tissue
E
Em
G
What I rep is more official
F
than a ref with a golden whistle
On point like a homing missile,
Eb
F
me and the devil, beef, bone and gristle
Run out of shells, I throw my pistol
G
When you're not in this world,
F
there ain't no copin' with you
Put the lotus with you, when it's cold
I bet it's cold to fit you
Repent of your sins
and Yehovah won't forget you
Bb
I ain't perfect in my skin,
F
Gm
F
I got a load of issues
But I'ma keep mobbin'
Eb
till my time is out
F
Makin' sure demons get psyched,
G
F
like they're dinin' out
I hate all sin, all in,
Eb
ain't no climbin' out
F
G
Greater is he that is in me,
what's there to whine about?
F
C
G
H -O -G -M -O -B, homie,
F
Eb
yes, that is the set I bang
F
They know he won't be no phony,
yes, that is the net I bring
For these dark streets,
my heart beats,
Eb
no Eddie Kane
F
Yes, I hate the devil, man,
yes, you was my everything
For your steadfast love is before my eyes
And I walk in your faithfulness
I do not sit with men of falsehood
Nor do I consort with hypocrites
G
F
I hate the assembly of evildoers
And I will not sit with the wicked
I wash my hands in innocence
G
Gm
Dm
and go around your altar, Lord,
F
D
F
Proclaiming thanksgiving aloud
and telling all your wondrous deeds.
G
F
O Lord, I love the habitation of your house
and the place where your glory dwells.
F
F
I shall walk in my integrity.
G
C
Redeem me and be gracious to me.
F
D
Eb
My foot stands on level ground.
In the great assembly
I will bless the Lord.
G
Dummy slap, in the game,
running back
Eb
Money in, money back,
it's a mummy rap
Bubble like soda, double my quota
Every bill is building up
the kingdom of Yahovah
Dummy slap, in the game, running back
Money in, money back,
it's a mummy rap
Bubble like soda, double my quota
Every bill is building up
F
the kingdom of Yahovah
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Dummy Slap
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