Key: D minor•
Verse 1
Gm
A
Gm
To your love, your love,
A
Gm
Now pick it up, soldier, now pick it up
Now pick it up, soldier, now pick it up
Now pick it up, soldier, now pick it up
Bb
A
Now pick it up, soldier, now pick it up
The flag on my chest
Lots of ammunition, I plan to make a mess
Kill opposition till nobody's left
Bb
A
Ab
Stop competition, it's a fight to the death
you best to relocate
Decons, we drop bombs, we don't wait
Run for cover, run before it's too late
A
Ab
your crew run, run
without the gun
Cause I see what they see
just without the gun
And if you think you can
face us without a gun
shake and bake my bullets
You're wrong, I'll have you
on the 6 o 'clock live footage
And John Cable will read your name
A
Gm
cause it won't ease the pain
Yeah, they keep on knocking
but they can't come in
Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin
Told you before and I'll tell you again
Bb
A
Fuckin' with us is a dangerous thing
is Sgt. Slaughter
I make Hamburger Hill
look like a McDonald's order
Badass, any from the underground
that'll march through me
Motherfucker, I see that I want you
Take another shot,
what's your next best thing?
Ab
Gm
Got my finger on the trigger
and I'm ready to pull
Man, I got a sniper's rifle aimed at you
Put your soldiers on the line
and watch me kill them all along
Your love, your love, your love for love
A
Gm
Now pick it up, soldier, now pick it up
Now pick it up, soldier, now pick it up
Now pick it up, soldier, now pick it up
Bb
A
Now pick it up, soldier, now pick it up
Ab
Gm
I don't know what you been taught
Gm
Get off the stage and leave the mic alone
Bb
A
Get off the stage and leave the mic alone
your show
Decepticons came to steal your show
Well if you didn't know
then well now you know
A
Ab
well now you know
yeah I'm heartless
Blast you on the spot,
ain't got time for moving targets
Regardless if you a child or grown up
Cause I'm the one that killed Versace
and got his stroke up
Yeah, I'm the one that killed JFK
A
Ab
that white bitch and framed O .J.
I'm a Southsider on
a killin' spree
Forgettin' my manners
like an Alzheimer
Woo!
Fuck throwin' bananas
Bb
Gm
on my own fruit salad
A
Ab
Fuckin' throwin' a huge cabbage
I'm a loose cannon,
spittin' these words like a huge cannon
Blah! I don't even need a gun, yeah
A
Ab
pick it up, pick it up
move along or get beaten up
And you don't want that hand
-to -hand combat
So listen, look,
and I'ma teach you how to do it
on the rampage
Dressed up in the black
on the track
We intimidate, terminate, counteract
Throw your shots, do it dead in the box
start firing with your shotgun
Get him in your veins,
then drop him on the spot
Hey, don't change lane,
just stick to the plot
Just follow my lead,
A
Ab
I'ma blow this fucker up
put him up, son
You can come get it right now,
you bunch up
Cuz I'ma finish all the
missions I was sent for
Bb
A
Get down, get up,
Love, yo, love, yo, love, boy
Love, yo, love, yo, love, yo, love, boy
A
Gm
Love, love, yo, boy
Now it up, now pick it up,
cause I'm tryna pick it up
Now pick it up,
Outro 1
Gm
A
Gm
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsGm A Bb Ab
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