No More Mr. Nice Guy chords by Esham

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Intro 1
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[Esham talking] Bitch ass niggaz don't wanna
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respect
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Got em in check
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No more Mr. nice guy,
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yo no more Mr. nice guy
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[Esham] My aggrav
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ation for this murder made me write
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this while I was dreaming
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She's suffocating cause I hurt her
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she was frightened she was screamin
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I was dreaming when I wrote this so
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don't quote me or you'll see me
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I'm that nigga in your nightmare
put a hole up in your beanie
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I'm Esham, the devil,
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and God can't save me
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You bet ter believe in this blasphemy
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These might be the last
words you here from me
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Oh no, I've fallen
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The demons are callin
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I see em in my daydreams,
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man these niggaz don't understand
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I'm being followed by black crows
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and when it rains I wanna kill
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Esham's no Frosted Flake,
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Unholy is cereal
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What's the deal? I'm trapped in hell
And Satan told me sold my soul
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No forgiveness for the sacrile
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gious nigga outta control
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I bust a cap in the middle of the night
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And hit your pitbull by mistake
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Hoe ass nigga started cryin
cause I started barkin at the wake
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I be the U- N- H- O- L- Y,
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and I sing that murder lullabye
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And I tellin you bitches right now
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No more Mr. nice guy
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Verse 3
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No Mr. nice guy I was saying cause
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you bitches think I'm playin
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I be smokin so much bud my brains
inside my head decayin
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I was young and terrible,
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ain't no other comparable
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The ghost writin,
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rhyme recitin you unaware hoe
I taught ya, and torture,
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I'm a menace in my sentence
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I'll never be on my knees,
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beggin for repentance
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You niggaz just hate me cause
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you can't see my power
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I be smokin dead flowerz in
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the midnight hour
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I'm Esham, the devil,
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black devil, the demon
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Lucifer released the wicket
sperm and I'm the semen
Don't play me like a sucker cause I'll
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kill you muthafucka
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Chickenhead killa
Clockin the dolla billas
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In Detroit every nigga and
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every bitch is turned out
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Every block you bend a corner
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on shit is burned out
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Nobody likes nobody so we all pack guns
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I got a knot in my pocket,
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all in ones
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Man, no more Mr. nice
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guy
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[Whispering]
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No more Mr. nice guy
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I'm
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wicket in this industry
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