Key: Ab major
Verse 1
Coolin', man
G
Chillin' chilin'? Yo, you know I had to call,
you know why right?
Why?
Because, yo, I never ever call and ask
you to play somethin', right?
Yeah
You know what I wanna hear,
right?
What you wanna hear?
I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint
joint
Wu-Tang again?
again?
G
again
Verse 2
step, kid
Watch your step,
kid (so set it off)
Eb
G
Gm
G
Watch your step, kid (The Inspectah Deck) I smoke
on the mic like smokin' Joe Frazier
The hell-raiser,
in Pakistan
Swinging through your town like
and keep ticking
Ab
G
shit I'm kicking
The Lone Ranger, code red, danger
Abm
Ab
Deep in the dark with the art to
The vandal, too hot to handle
Roughneck, Inspectah Deck's on the set
Verse 3
The way I make the crowd go wild
Ab
G
Rae got it going on, pal,
Rhymes rugged and built like
And I'ma get mad deep like a threat,
Abm
'Cause I came to shake the frame in half
Ab
With the thoughts that bomb shit like math
Verse 4
Going to war with the melting pot, hot
let it off like a gat
G
Gm
Small change, they putting shame in the game
I take aim and blow that nigga
Niggas crossing over like they
'Nough respect due to the one-six-ooh
Niggas off, because I'm hot like sauce
Ab
G
blunt make me (uh)
Verse 5
Ab
Abm
G
Ow, here comes my Shaolin style
True B-A-ba-B-Y-U
Abm
To To To To To To my crew with the "suu"
Yeah, yeah, yeah (watch your step, kid)
Ab
(Watch your step,
Verse 6
G
kid,
(Watch your step,
G
Come on, baby, baby, come on (watch your step,
kid)
(Watch your step, kid,
watch your step, kid)
Verse 7
Yo, you best protect ya neck
you're fucking with the worst
I'll be sticking pins in your head
who slack in his MAC
Gm
Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack
you stepped through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard straight
And I'll be damned if I let any man
Straight up and down,
that shit packed jam
Abm
Ab
G
don't let me get fool on him, man
The Ol' Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinking
Abm
Ab
Ason Unique rolling with
Verse 8
For crying out loud,
my style is wild, so book me
Not long is how long that
My pen that rocks from here
Here's more again,
catch it like a psycho flashback
I love gats, if rap was a gun,
I come with shit that's all types
of shapes and sounds
And where I lounge is
I give a order to my peeps
across the water
To go and snatch up props
There it is, you're fucking
Verse 9
Yo, chill with the feedback,
Ab
Abm
It's 10 o'clock, ho,
Flowing like Christ when I
Abm
Gm
speaks the gospel
then attack the globe with the buckest style
ten times ten men, committing mad sin
Turn the other cheek and I'll break
your fucking chin
Slaying boom-bangs like like African
drums (he'll be)
Coming around the mountain
My clan increase like black
Yeah, another one down, G-G-Genius
Abm
Ab
G
Take Take Take us the fuck outta here
Verse 10
The Wu is too slammin' for
these Cold Killin' labels
Now they money's getting stuck
what I invent
For trying to blow up a scrub
Now that thought was just as bright
as a 20-watt light bulb
Should've pumped it when I rocked it
Niggas so stingy,
With majors,
A mountain climber who plays
Ab
G
an electric guitar?
But he don't know the
meaning of "dope"
When he's looking for a
rap"
rap"
Verse 11
and let's have a mud fight
You best protect ya neck (watch your step,
kid)
You best protect ya neck (watch your step,
kid)
You best protect ya neck
(watch your step, kid)
You best protect ya neck
(watch your step, kid)
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsGm G Eb Abm Ab...
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