It is what it is chords by E-40
Verse 1
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Dm
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Dm
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It is what it is
Em
Am
It is what it is
Verse 2
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You try compromisin', nope,
Em
they don't wanna talk
Am
And they got them nuts that's off
G
that Acapulco powdered chalk
Dm
Am
So he untouchable,
Em
oh he can be touched
Am
C
Well, where he stay at then,
Am
he stay by such and such
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Verse 3
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Well, since we got altercations with these
Em
so called knuckleheads
We gon' play for doom
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s and I assume
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We get radar on fool in
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dem livin' rooms
Em
Bet, motherfucker ain't fin' ta be runnin'
around here drippin' sweat
Verse 4
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Havin' hot flashes and shit
G
Over these fulla bitch- made and a
D
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half- ass dicks
D
You ripped? Let's take it to 'em sick
Dm
Am
Hit all they spots at once,
pour it on 'em thick
Verse 5
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Who got the suey chops?
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They in my folks garage
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Dm
Am
Well where he at? He at the Travel Lodge,
beep that nigga
C
Am
Em
Tell him to get here right now quick
Am
now it's gon' be some shit
Em
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Tell him to bring enough ammunition
G
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to blow up a ship
Verse 6
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Bullshit ain't nothin' this here been
Em
goin' on just a little bit too long
Am
Plus I got a family and kids to raise and I plan
G
on seein' 'em get grown
Am
C
Get straight to the root of the problem
Am
Em
Get rid of the source that's what what,
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get rid of the big cheese
Verse 7
Am
And the majority of these niggaz
gon' back the fuck up
F
Am
Somebody gon' mind somethin',
Em
time to validate my respection
Am
Hit the corner dumpin',
in the big- ass [unverified] station wagon
C
Catch them bitch- ass,
Am
Em
that's what I told my driver man
Verse 8
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While I was tryin' to get him
C
Am
to get in a position
G
so that I could open fire
D
Am
Em
Fuck a ski mask, unpolished fish grease
Am
Let the fully blast
G
May he rest in piss Miss smash
Verse 9
up outta there
Am
D
I brought them boys,
Em
but I shoulda brought it like a concert
Am
G
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Fool's still alive, John Murell [unverified] Trauma Center,
Concord
Shoulda doused him,
Em
shouldn'ta never found him
Am
Shoulda handled biz, but for now,
Dm
F
Am
it is what it is
Verse 10
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It is what it is
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Dm
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F
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It is what it is
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It is what it is
Verse 11
Em
Aight, ay dude, this all I wanna know
Am
What's wrong with this sad to
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be glad- ass niggas?
E
Em
Don't they know that fools is
Am
laced with assassin skills?
G
Am
Kill at will, gonna put your hat on
the rack for a cool mill?
Verse 12
Am
Em
(Aww, it's gon' get done)
Esus4
Am
But now the heat has been spared
How we gon' get him out
of intensive care
And put him under the wing
D
of a pall- bear?
Verse 13
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Em
One of my potnahs got a plug on some si lencers,
Am
he knows some agents
C
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G
He used dem [unverified] [unverified] shot
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G
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on several different occasions
C
Am
Em
What that mean his family gon' boo-
hoo when I smash that card
Am
Better stay on a nigga brain give
G
Am
a fuck about a die- hard
Verse 14
Em
I know this one botch with a big- ass
crotch by the name of Connie
Am
C
Am
G
She works in ICU and she dates this
Am
nigga named Mitchski Ronnie
Em
Have nab him at the hospital,
Am
that'll work
G
Paid a nurse to pull the plug
D
Am
on the life support
Verse 15
Am
Risky business but it's organized
G
class and the shit sound sharp
Am
But if we fuck around and make
it look too obvious
Dm
The broad might her lose her job
Am
Tough luck that shit no better
than fuckin' for me now
D
I gots no toilet paper
Verse 16
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feelings
D
for her anyhow
Am
Em
The shit is crampin' my livin' style,
floatin' from telly to telly
Am
Conspiracy murder plots phone conversations
Dm
overheard by federal
Am
Em
I'm guessin' fool musta passed away,
Am
tragic losses
Verse 17
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On the wall they got my
picture at the post office
Em
After travellin' bouncin' back
and forth to different states
Am
They finally caught me up in Kansas City
G
Am
At a barbecue spot called Gates
Verse 18
Em
Do the crime do the time,
Am
it ain't for no bitch
And as long as a nigga twerkin' in the kitchen,
C
he ain't trippin'
Am
I'll be up in that bitch makin' spreads,
Em
Am
C
drinkin' Pruno
G
Cocoa and coffee Ca dillacs,
Dm
Am
jumpin' jacks
Verse 19
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Takin' flicks, shootin' kites,
Em
makin' wishes
Am
F
G
Fuck around and get mad on
Am
the strength of conjugal visits
Flip the weight pile,
Em
hit my fee- vee [unverified]
Am
Keep my shank close by me when
I'm sleepy
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Am
Verse 20
Shouldn'ta caught me,
Em
shouldn'ta never found me
Am
G
Shoulda handled biz, but it's too late,
Am
F
Am
Em
it is what it is
Verse 21
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It is what it is
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Em
Am
Em
It is what it is
Am
D
It is what it is
Dm
Oh,
Verse 22
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Dm
D
ohh I see
It is what it was,
G
and what it was is just what's been taught
Am
D
Am
Handle biz when it's to be done,
G
and I mean rip you dig?
D
'Cause ain't no sense
Am
in savin' leftovers
That's yesterday's thing,
roll with the right now
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And everything gon' be is, what it is
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It is what it is
E-40
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