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Fear In Your Eyes chords by Mr. Criminal

  • Am

  • C

  • F

  • G

  • Em

  • E

  • Gm

    3
Intro 1
Am
C
Am
F
Am
F
G
Am
Why do we even exist?
Verse 1
F
Am
F
G
I've got everything on and I'm ready to
Em
Am
F
My dog comin' to put it down
C
with the silent ease
Am
We some lyr ical mother fuckers
G
that's addictive to speed
Em
Am
So what you gonna do,
C
Am
do you wanna yap out your gun
Wanna try to start some chaos,
C
wanna know where I'm from
Am
I suggest you step back,
C
react, load the straps
Take a look up o' ya shoulder,
G
you've got attacked
C
Am
By the night stalker
C
and the lyrical assassin
Am
Look for straight smashin',
G
Am
bashin' on the sound scan
F
And high power be the
realest on the streets
There ain't no other
buster out there
right now tryin' to compete
C
Am
F
Two of the sickest in this motherfuckin' label,
know
G
Representin' the 213,
Em
silent an d criminal
Am
F
As we roll down the street,
bumpin' beats, packin' heat
Look at the look at these lames,
they smellin' defeat
They finally recognize,
we got the game on lock
G
Cheek on his website,
Em
connect straight, call it a shot
Am
F
I see the fear that's deep in your eyes.
I see the fear
G
Em
Am
and it looks like you're hypnotized.
F
I see the fear that's making you weep.
You should've known
G
Em
not to fuck with the two
Am
I see the motherfuckin' fear in your eyes
C
Bitch ass clubs get hypnotized,
Am
C
the way this shit is goin' down
G
Our clique is destin' to rise
Em
Am
Hop how we're entertainin'
C
And the in famous enterprise
Am
Mr. Criminal is silent,
welcome to your demise
No surprise to how we rippin'
C
Am
Fools start slippin', slip the clippin'
Pistol whippin's, deep incisions
G
C
And amigos come a -missin'
Am
Now listen, our division is filled
C
Am
with real G's
C
Just some true blue riders from the 213
Am
From the city of angels, dawg,
F
but don't get it twisted
After dark comes out the demons,
Am
so beware, little bitches
Cause this is some real shit,
F
don't get caught in the wreck
G
I don't ask to play no games,
Em
never I'll take the respect
Am
Who's been stuck in the neck?
F
Bloody bodies hit the desk
So I suggest, when you see me,
put yourself in check
Am
F
Mr. Criminal was silent,
darker pig is fuckin' scaleless
G
Puttin' in work, representin' big,
Em
E
bad Los Angeles
Am
F
I see the fear that's deep in your eyes
I see the fear
G
Em
Am
and it looks like you're hypnotized
F
I see the fear that's making you weak
You should've known not
G
Em
to fuck with the 213
Am
Hope you understand the message
C
F
that we spit on this track
C
Mr. Criminal and Si lent Roof,
G
a deadly impact
C
Am
Always seen the hate,
C
but now I'm seeing the fear
F
Now you're scared, running ragged
when you know that we're near
Am
As the tears start to drip
C
off your face,
what a disgrace
F
C
Steady climbing up the ladder,
G
about to take first place
C
Am
Murder was the case
C
when you stepped to this click
F
When you die,
Am
C
Am
I will feed your remains to my pit
F
That's right, motherfucker,
cause your game is weak
Sellin' albums all day,
Am
even platinum on the streets
F
Givin' it true for the real
motherfuckers in the hood
G
Now I'm seein' the fear,
Em
Am
and it's all to the good
Casket made out of whistle,
F
watch me suck it with gas
Don't need to go to hell on earth,
I'll burn your ass
C
Am
F
Pistol grip, gay smokin',
motherfuckers like grass
Gm
Shoot you just like Biggie,
G
Em
Am
smoke lil' brains all over the deck
F
I see the fear that's deep in your eyes
I see the fear,
G
Em
Am
and it looks like you're hypnotized
F
I see the fear that's making you weak
G
Em
Am
You should've known not to fuck with the 213
F
Am
F
G
Am
F
Am
F
G
Am
You
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