I Ain't Lying chords by Mr. Criminal
Verse 1
Em
D
Em
Guess who's back,
G
guess who's back
Em
It's what the streets created
Am
Bdim
Em
homie
D
Along with the homie Bozo
Em
G
F
Em
It's stomping from that soldier ring
C
Am
What's up after, what's up after?
Bm
Em
Sorry I'm scared
Let's clip up on these
motherfucking bitch made leather
G
F
Em
Show them what this high power
clique is all about
D
Em
Am
I'm a fuckin' bitch
G
Em
Straight from the Blossom School
of Hard Knocks
I graduated with diners
So many stresses on my mind
G
So I'm chokin' on marijuana
F
Em
So I'm roamin' the streets
C
like I'm a dead man
Em
Walkin' nice, stalkin' I'm a criminal, dawg,
Am
Bm
I'm diggin' in pockets
Em
Revvin' the S in the L, the 1 to the 3
I'm comin' to bang,
I'm comin' with heat
Feel the discretion,
enemies missin'
G
Em
Catchin' the heat, get out the kitchen
I thought you knew
C
what's what the streets
created
Murderin' the first degree,
Am
homie, that's premeditated
Bm
Em
And I be packin' a 9, double A,
chrome nickel plated
Doctors tell you you're barely
sorry
G
Sometimes, they just don't make it
Em
If you got what I want, I'll take it
C
Revvin' my neighborhood silver like it
Catch me in a double act
Am
I'm smoked out,
Em
pancakin' and I'm a threat
A brown skid, menace to society
Not Spice One,
G
but I'm rollin' with the strat
Em
Right beside me and I'm doin'
about 90
C
With these hoodos right behind me
Mr. Criminal under the rivers
Am
Revvin' the south,
Bm
that's how I'm ridin'
Em
They either dy in' or cryin',
I ain't lyin'
D
Em
Slushed stars fly,
G
they tryin' to take mine
Em
Still here findin' these
C
nines and four fives
On the front line while I'm
Am
livin' my lifetime
Em
They either dy in' or cryin',
I ain't lyin'
G
Slug stars flyin', they tryin' to take mine
Em
Still here findin' these
C
nines and four -fives
Em
On the front line where
Am
I'm livin' my lifetime
Bm
Em
H .R. Sanchez the great,
bust with no debate
Why I hate,
G
F
conversate with a G about a crate
Em
Celebrate parole dates
C
with blunts and first dates
High stakes,
Am
Bm
shoot craps on blocks with yellow tape
Em
Never wait for trouble,
front line on the double
Never humble, can't stumble,
G
38 make a combo
Em
Cockrey jungle,
C
chronic weed by the bundle
Ask that blood,
Am
mind, and heart when I rumble
Bm
Em
This is my struggle, I lie and try,
here I wanna die
Mama tried but I don't do
G
a match with the sky
Em
C
Low ride with a pistol by my side
Little mama walking by
Am
with the hood on her thigh
Bm
Em
Still cry through sunshine
and laugh through dark times
Machiavelli in the back
G
saying la -da -da -da
F
Em
It's real violence that I'm living,
C
I'm still the unforgiving
Five -spit motherfucker,
Am
Bm
that's all that I'm get ting
Em
They either dy ing or crying,
I ain't lying
Sun starts flying,
G
they're trying to take mine
F
Em
C
Still here find these nines and four fives
On the front line where I'm living
Am
my lifetime
Em
Pay ain't a dime, no crying, I ain't lying
Slug stars flying,
G
they're trying to take mine
Em
C
Still here find these nines and four fives
On the front line where I'm living
Am
my lifetime
Bm
Em
Straight criminal minded soldiers
D
living our lives on the crazy side
Em
G
Homicide, they love to get me,
Em
I ain't living right
And late at night,
C
me and crime taking up the life
Em
Am
I plottin' schemes
so motherfuckers won't recognize
Em
My style's grim,
my heart says cold,
that's just chrome steel
G
The caps I feel, give me the stripes,
Soulja Inc's real
Em
And that's the deal, Bozo,
C
tell these Levites how you feel
Em
Am
It's 50 cows and M1's
Bm
up on the battlefield
Em
This ain't no love,
just hot slugs when the gats bust
G
And motherfuckers with no heart,
they don't want none
Em
It's big style,
C
say I'm crazy like a straight nut
Am
I thought I told you motherfuckers,
Bm
I don't give a fuck
Em
It's new picks, 7 -6 to the fuckin' deck
G
Just disrespect, get checked,
we got them all around clips
Em
I got the blood of a
C
Soulja in my fuckin' vein
Am
I watch a homie die slow
so he can feel the
Em
They either die or cry, and I ain't lyin'
G
Slut stars fly, they tryna take mine
Em
C
Still here find these nines and four fives
On the front line
Am
while I'm livin' my lifetime
Em
They either die or cry, and I ain't lyin'
G
Slut stars fly, they tryna take mine
Em
C
Still here find these nines and four fives
On the front line
Am
G
Em
while I'm livin' my lifetime
D
Em
G
Em
C
Am
you
Em
I Ain't Lying
Mr. Criminal
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