In my cup chords by Brotha Lynch Hung
Verse 1
C
F
G
Man I'm trying to get it hard man
C
Give me some hard man
F
Roll that shit up man
D
Dm
Quit playing with me man
C
Split it down, roll it up,
F
pour some ball in my cup
G
Niggas coming up in this rap game
C
Making my name known,
leaving your brains blown
Dm
Ripping the microphones
D
an d shreds and plays
C
These niggas out here be acting
like they got it sold up
F
Sell a couple thousand records
Dm
G
now we think you blowed up
C
Nigga hold up,
F
put your fucking pants up
D
Quit draggin' an d braggin',
you faggots be laggin'
C
Me? I'm broke, did a motherfuckin' job
G
But I never told a lie
in any rhyme I wrote,
F
and you can quote that
Give me my daddy records back
D
Dm
And they bet not have one scratch
I'm comin' to win
C
Let me and my motherfuckin'
real niggas lean in
G
It's a struggle that you see,
we havin' trouble
C
I ain't gotta say no names
Cause it ain't gon' change a damn thing
F
D
But niggas know the games they play
And the things they say,
C
they change their ways
One day it's all good
F
G
Your homie'll try to kill
you if he could
C
Everywhere in California
F
C
Cause now I pass the microphone
D
to my nigga Lynch
Hung and let him rip away
C
Split it down, roll it up,
F
pour some ball in my cup
G
Niggas comin' up in this rap gang
C
Makin' my name known,
F
leavin' your brains blown
Dm
Rippin' the microphone
to shreds and flicks
F
Split it down, roll it up,
some ball in my cup
G
Niggas comin' up in this rap gang
C
Makin' my name known,
leavin' your brains blown
F
Dm
Rippin' the microphone to
shreds and flicks
D
C
Bridge across the line to protect mine,
F
to protect my neckline
C
Doin' Colombian neckties,
G
C
meant to show you niggas respect mine
Had to leave em all behind,
pay em no never mind,
F
whatever mines is mine
D
So bless my soul when I do these crimes,
C
F
right in the spine to take the scratch
You be wantin' everything
from my racks,
G
from my asscaps,
to my asscracks, but I'm past that
C
Call my nigga on the phone,
I hope he home,
he be puttin' down the mix,
D
hookin' up the tone
Gotta label up the zone
Dm
C
and it be major like baseball,
double me mugs when I
F
have to face y 'all
C
Take advantage of a nigga
when he in the game, young and raw
F
Got him signin' faulty contracts,
Dm
sellin' beats with bomb sacks
D
Dm
an d bouncin' VFA checks
C
F
A rich bitch nigga,
might have to dig a ditch nigga
C
G
Feelin' like I got a curse on me,
C
they bringin' out the worst on me
Smash into your hearse
F
and spread lettos out the university
Dm
D
Run up in the cut and hold you up,
C
put some money in my cup
Split down, roll it up,
F
pour some ball in my cup
G
Niggas comin' up in this rap game
C
Makin' my name known,
F
leavin' your brains blown
Dm
Rippin' the microphones
and shreds in place
C
Split it down, roll it up,
F
pour some ball in my cup
G
Niggas comin' up in this rap game
C
Makin' my name known,
F
leavin' your brains blown
A
Rippin' the microphones an
Dm
D
d shreds in place
Dm
F
C
Ad mit it, who really come with it
You niggas know the best
G
C
Me and my niggas takin' over the west
You lookin' bad, gettin' mad
Cause I finally got a chance to spit it
D
I make a meal ticket
when I make a fan, go get it
F
So play it loud in your trunk
So you can hear the uh, uh
Dm
G
Dm
And the motherfuckin' snare
C
Don't care what you be sayin'
to them hoes and shit
Dm
Cause she be tellin' me all
D
your business
While she suckin' my dick,
C
me and my clique
F
We ran trains through it like a Amtrak
G
C
Came back to sack and blazed up
another oath Brother Lynch, huh?
F
Can you tell me why
these niggas hate me?
Dm
In order to find out,
D
Dm
you know they have to buy your tape
C
F
So I'ma spit these bars
C
so we can see how hard
G
a nigga really is
C
Handlin' bids and I,
who keep it comin', man
F
Who really out here is hot,
Dm
D
take over, sick man, till we get paid
C
Split it down, roll it up,
F
pour some ball in my cup
G
Niggas comin' up in this rap game
C
F
Makin' my name known,
leavin' your brains blown
A
Rippin' the microphones
Dm
in shreds and flicks
C
Split it down, roll it up,
F
pour some ball in my cup
G
C
Niggas comin' up in this rap game
G
C
Makin' my name known,
F
leavin' your brains blown
Dm
Rippin' the microphones in
C
shreds and flicks
F
I'm the vision, huh?
G
C
F
Yeah. Yeah. Did
Dm
I find a new home?
D
Uh, yeah.
C
My nigga eat most, eat measures.
You know what I'm
G
C
Taste style. Yeah.
Dm
It's all gravy in here, man.
D
You know?
In my cup
Brotha lynch hung
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