Intro 1
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Verse 1
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I'm
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Ritchie, I'm
Ritchie boy, let's do it,
D
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let's do it, ha, ha
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Em
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D
You got the boy, the boy
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Fizzy
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Marley in the belly
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Listen, listen
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D
Yeah man, we be jammin'
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Come through in the old
D
school slammin'
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In my trunk, is a cannon
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If it's funk, I leave no man standin'
D
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Stop the streets of the soul like
Ressie
Hammond
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Am
Go strong to the hole like
Ed
O 'Bannon
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Am
In the sea with the lemons,
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Am
just me and some women
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Big bucks stretch the fuck out
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they jeans and they denim
E
I always get my backing on,
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yes I keep it cracking on
When it's funk I'm cracking domes,
E
Am
block up and I'm smashing on
Yo, yo, they say they love you
cause they fear you, yo
E
Am
Or maybe cause they hear
my record on the radio
E
Am
Yo, yo, and if they ever try to play me, no
D
I stop the music,
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grab my tooth and let it go
Oh no, this ain't a love song,
E
it's murder that I wrote
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This ain't a love song,
it's murder that I wrote
E
D
Am
This ain't a love song,
E
it's murder that I wrote
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This ain't a love song,
it's murder that I wrote
D
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Each blow cry nigga,
D
I smoke weed in the seaguy
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Always on the road,
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D
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keep what I need off in the geeze -eye
We send you off in
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D
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E -I, you wretched little boy scum
Fuck you off nights over ice
D
Am
and smoke an other blunt
D
Y 'all know me, real boy, I do it boy
Am
Especially on that fluid,
guaranteed to fuck your mood, boy
Smith and
West, mad, him there in the
D
E -class
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Every time you see me, you see three bad
D
B -chads
Am
E
Got connections with the cook,
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and I smoke and grow cheese
Got two all -schools,
and they both on
Am
Gordy's
I's a true, for real player,
know what hoes need
Leave blood clots leaking like
a fuckin' nosebleed
They say they love you
E
cause they fear you, yo
Am
Or maybe cause they hear
E
my record on the radio
Am
Yo, yo, and if they ever try to play me, yo
I'll stop the music,
grab my tool and let it go
Oh no, this ain't a love song,
E
Am
E
it's murder that I wrote
Am
This ain't a love song,
it's murder that I wrote
D
Am
This ain't a love song,
E
it's murder that I wrote
Am
D
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This ain't a love song,
C
Am
D
Am
it's murder that I wrote
Informer speak on
Mr.
D
C
Am
Marlenium, it's gonna be murder
C
Am
Oi, the
Don, doubt if a million would fully chop us off,
D
Am
C
Am
yeah, and then we get further
D
Am
D -Boys, crooked cop badmins,
D
lowlifes and ruffians
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If I hold the rocket launcher like
Cresadas,
Pakistan
D
Am
Boy, one love for nobody,
D
Am
me got cuddies, fuck a friend and fuck a bitch
D
I kick her in the ass with psycho
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Timberlands, understand
E
Like
Em
King
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Kong with me, lay down me
Mack
Cannon
G
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At the rate my mafia going,
G
might see me on
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CNN
For putting fire on
Pope
Babylon
Don't let no devils win
And don't let no suckers play
We fully kill you where you
They say they love you
cause they fear you,
E
Am
Or maybe cause they hear
my record on the radio
Yo, yo, but if they ever try
to play me though
I'll stop the music,
grab my tool and let it go
Oh no, this ain't a love song,
E
it's murder that I wrote
Am
This ain't a love song,
it's murder that I wrote
D
Am
This ain't a love song,
it's murder that I wrote
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This ain't a love song, it's murder that I wrote
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I'll
Murda I Wrote
Mac Dre, Mac Mall
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