Livin' Foul chords by Baritone Tiplove
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Verse 1
(A minor) How you livin' homie?
To handle this, you can't manage
These motherfuckers steppin' to the
baritone and gettin' brain damage
In the course of a round flow,
do you grow?
Hell no, I catch you in the
head with an elbow
Drop the bomb, I gotta do more harm
Kick it in the pride and smash
it with a forearm
Another lecture speech, a rough paragraph
Flip here, take a drop, kick it to the lip
And take off the kid gloves
Don't let me hear no chuckles or
Puttin' on the rest,
let's just put the beat down
Or leave you layin' on the ground
with a frown
And now you say you want props,
it ain't (C major) no haps
(A minor) He gets kicked to the curb like a
motherfuckin' bottle cap
You can't rap
You sound like a hillbilly from down south
With a piece of shit in your mouth
Eat your little crumb
Hold out your cup, your bum
And take a nickel and dime,
you're on slump
The baritone style, ow
Gotta get hardcore with my
mothafucka like cardboard
Couldn't get radio play, so I went
to the station for annihilation
Hope every
DJ who would play what we say
We got the rapper moms like
D- Day
And just rap with all my checks
Throwin' up with the fuckin'
Manhattan
Project on the mic
Should I be a goody two shoes?
Hell no
Cause in real life the good guys
lose, I'm livin' foul
And you don't stop
Cause of the revolution goin' on in hip- hop,
yo, I'm livin' foul (F sharp major)
You can (A minor) play the wrong, the ball talk, (F sharp major) cocky one,
the whistle party, you're single that bitch, all that shit
You just (A minor) go to (F sharp major) play all those
motherfuck (A minor) ing
Whit (F sharp major) man and that shit
I heard that, I'm just not a player
(A minor) with my mother
That's what I'm talking about, (F sharp major) yo
Don't fall on a dick,
while (A minor) you're at the (F sharp major) back
As a
White motherfucking dad
You (A minor) can it, you do it, you can
it, you can rock with it baby, pop
Wow, yo
Grab the hooch, hook up the other, under,
back start (C sharp major) (A minor) the rain, rock, fuck (C sharp major) (A minor)
I'm never fouled,
cause nice guys finish last
Try to do the right thing
and get dicked in the ass
Try to be nice,
mother (C major) fuckers take ad (A minor) vantage
Played'all like a game boy,
now I'm doing damage
These suckers on my tip,
so I think you better just take it back
It's like I said before,
if I could pay it back
Could've made a record
much more positive
But if I tell you to do right,
you do the opposite
So, I'll save that shit for later
I make a style that'll take a while
for them to imitate
Tough beats for the brothers who love it
All you other motherfuckers kick it up
your ass while shoving
I couldn't care less about critics
and rock motherfuckers
Musicians and others suck
Most don't know jack shit
about hip- hop
You fuck around with the tip
of your tip- top
Because I got a
Muga, 9mm
Aim it at your head and
have you swing it like
Adida
Fake up, tell them to love
the moneymaker
So fuck your stunt shop, like every other
Let a whole nine drop back
and then punch ya
We full of bull, bitch don't have a cow,
I'm livin' a fowl (C major)
(A minor) Nah, nah, nah, man,
I ain't havin' that shithop show
I'm livin' a (F sharp major) fowl
This is the underground (A minor) which
taunts the black radio
In an attempt to neutralize (F sharp major) black
Yeah, we came up on (A minor)
100% positive
(F sharp major) They wouldn't support us,
no way, no way
Yeah, yeah
Goin' (A minor) out the front (F sharp major) for the enemy
Boogie out production
X- (F sharp minor) Plan
(F sharp major) And all the brothers kickin' shit
And the mutts be (F sharp major) home
This is for y'all
Yeah, we fucked all the budge- wops
Moon
(F sharp major) R&B
Jackass reckon playin' radio stations
Hip- Hop (A minor) is the true urban music,
(F sharp major) you know what I'm
And there is no place (F sharp major)
Yeah, yeah baby, yeah, yeah
Who's pussy is this baby?
Who?
Whose pussy baby?
Oh oh you fine motherfucker, oh shit
Fine motherfucker, you come here
Get that pussy, oh shit
Right there, oh right there, right there, oh
Livin' Foul
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