It's Over chords by Mobb Deep
Verse 1
Am
[Havoc]
G
Em
Yeah.. uh- huh
Am
Why'all niggaz ain't ready to die
G
Em
G
Am
Why the fuck they
frontin like they is?
[Prodigy] Ah- yo Dunn, aiyyo yo
Verse 2
G
You could catch P laid
back, in
Em
triple black trucks
G
Or catch him swingin
pain(?) bottles in the club
Am
Won't catch me with the
G
police without cuffs
Em
Can't press me into no threatenin
Verse 3
Em
G
position
Am
Probably spot me, steppin
G
out the tree spot tough
Em
Catch P fixin his pants,
G
it's cause of his gun
Am
You see the God,
G
Em
big ol' chains, but can't stick him
G
'Cause they know I shoot niggaz like Slick
Verse 4
Am
Rick and them
G
Em
Source at the thug events,
G
why'know we hittin them
Am
Caught him spendin fake hundreds at the bar,
G
Em
G
Am
G
Em
G
we was gettin them
Am
G
Em
Drugs in my system, all types of shit
Verse 5
Em
Keeps me where I want to be,
G
Am
don't get me started on that
Just peep how aggressive
G
my niggaz is with this
Em
G
Am
And check how we set up shop
to get our chips
G
Em
Niggas study our verse like college kids (word) We know you love our style,
G
Am
get off our dick
(Yeah that's right, uh- huh)
Verse 6
G
[Chorus] [H] why'all niggaz ain't ready
Em
to die
G
Why the fuck they frontin like
Am
they is?
G
[P] Cause they want to be like the reals
Em
And be amongst the thugs that do this for
G
Am
real
[H] why'all niggaz ain't ready to die
G
Em
G
Am
Why the fuck they frontin like they is?
G
Em
[P] Cause you want to do it like Hav'
G
Am
An d do it like P,
but mad shit missin
Verse 7
[Havoc] Why'all niggaz is pussy,
G
Em
and ain't nothin gangsta in ya
Rapid fire empty the clip,
G
reload and continue
Em
Am
If not anything else the
four- pound'll spin ya
G
And end you where you stand (uh- huh) dead
Em
you cause I can
Verse 8
G
Em
Am
Believe me my hammer don't give
a damn what you been through
G
It's a cold cold world, my whole
Em
life was a winter
Never gave a fuck about the cold
G
Em
Am
(nah) draped in thermal
G
Em
Don't put your nose in things
don't concern you
G
This grown man
Verse 9
Am
business,
why'all niggaz so childish
I'm in the cut, analyzin while
G
you fools is wildin
Em
Pickin my mark,
G
Em
Am
G
and I'ma clap my heat off the grip
Em
G
Am
Murder so clean you
G
can eat off the shit
Em
I'm a
Verse 10
paranoid nigga,
G
Am
G
Am
Em
don't get too
close
G
Em
Am
Or I might think you schemin on me,
G
Gsus4
Em
G
I'm cockin the toast
Am
The game cutthroat
so I killed the ref
G
Em
Mobb fallin off, baby girl don't hold your breath,
breath
G
(Yeah that's right, uh- huh)
Am
[Chorus]
Outro 1
Am
G
It's Over
Mobb Deep
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