Gangsters Only chords by Sal Capone

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Intro 1

Verse 1
C 
Dm 
You can't fuck with a cabone
F 
C 
When you step in my zone,
Dm 
you get doned
You better run, dawg,
F 
Em 
cause I really, really,
C 
Em 
really don't give a fuck
What's up?
Dm 
F 
Dm 
You got platefuls, if you got beef,
why don't you say so?
C 
F 
A lot of chumps wanna pull stunts,
Em 
Dm 
talk about, hey that shit sucks
Well, let me show you,
F 
Em 
one through your chest,
Dm 
another bitch less
Em 
F 
You get left, clogging up a gutter,
C 
cause you're,
Dm 
you're a stupid motherfucker
You can't hang with us,
F 
C 
you can't do a  damn thing
Dm 
F 
C 
F 
What a shame, wanna be lame
Em 
Mess around,
Dm 
what's wrong with your brain?
F 
I hope you don't think
C 
Dm 
you can try to run up on  me
F 
I roll with killers that'll pull
C 
Dm 
the trigger for me
F 
And if I'm caught alone
Em 
C 
Dm 
I   still can kill you homie
F 
Cause when it comes to war,
Em 
Dm 
you fools don't really know me
F 
Fuck all little ones out here
C 
Dm 
Same old routine every day of the year
You can't change into
Bb 
F 
brand new flavor
C 
Don't get caught with
Dm 
the shit that I brought
Em 
You wanna mock butter?
F 
You better stop, cause uh
C 
You'll get a Glock and uh,
Dm 
your life's done
Yeah, you popped some but
F 
got backed up
B 
From what you said,
C 
Dm 
even your bitch got smacked up
That goes down when the
F 
people act tough
Dm 
Get got, show smoke like a cry hoe
F 
You can't play with us, the hardcore
Dm 
C 
Dm 
Turn around and just close the door
Cause when you perform,
Bb 
homie, I get bored
F 
You need practice,
C 
Dm 
that's to go find more EMI,
got an energy store
F 
Em 
Dm 
To bang on these tracks,
that's what I'm here for
F 
I hope you don't think
Dm 
C 
Dm 
you can try to  run up on  me
F 
I roll with killers that'll pull
C 
Dm 
the trigger for me
C 
F 
And if I'm caught alone,
Em 
C 
Dm 
I still can kill you, homie
F 
Cause when it comes to war,
Em 
Dm 
you fools don't really know me
Em 
Holdin' the Glock and
C 
I'm bringin' the pain,
F 
I know when it pops
Em 
C 
I'm aimin' at their lungs and legs,
Em 
I don't wan na stop
Dm 
F 
Until my massacre hits the front page
Em 
And I'm a front seat pastor
C 
Dm 
with a  12 gauge
C 
And my answer is to hit
F 
em' with a gang of bullets
And the master would've put it
C 
Dm 
if I had to pull it
Now they wonder why they got
F 
splits on they belly
Dm 
Hits on they family shape when they sell it
C 
Dm 
Yank for they fatty and
C 
I'm ready for anything
F 
Don't let em be in the game
Shit I take his hoe and
C 
Em 
sling his fucking cane
Dm 
F 
Put his house in my name and live in it
Put the homies and my kids in it
C 
F 
And this hood ain't never been the same
C 
F 
A true Diablo, the Uzi I show I
Dm 
choose it right so
C 
Dm 
and usually that nigga gotta go
F 
Cause messing with me, shit, you gotta leave
Em 
I don't think he gon' make it
C 
Dm 
with that tomb in his nose
F 
I hope you don't think
Dm 
C 
Dm 
you can try to  run up on me
F 
I roll with killers that'll pull
Dm 
the trigger for me
F 
And if I'm caught alone
Em 
C 
Dm 
I   still can kill you homie
F 
Cause when it comes to war
Dm 
you fools don't really know me
F 
I hope you don't think
C 
Dm 
you can try to run up on me
F 
I roll with killers that'll pull
C 
Dm 
the trigger for me
C 
F 
And if I'm caught alone,
Em 
C 
Dm 
I still can kill you, homie
F 
Cause when it comes to war,
Em 
Dm 
you fools don't really know me
F 
C 
Dm 
F 
I blast
C 
F 
You