Intro 1
F
Am
Em
Dm
F
Verse 1
F
G
I heard your
Dm
Em
style and I peeped you n***a
Your whole album I
G
Dm
sleep through n***a
Cause Tay's in Avalanche
F
so call the ambulance
And tell him to pick up your
people n***a
G
Dm
Don't call Farrakhan to
Em
squash it, better yet
G
Call the sheriff and the coroner's office
Dm
Tell him it's a dead body
F
on the corner of Lawson and Austin
Run quick, proceed with caution
G
These motherfuckers really
Dm
think that Tate un -lost it
Em
He sold a couple records,
G
now they thinkin' he flossin'
Dm
But I ain't stopped battlin',
I just stopped rattlin'
F
Off rhymes for free,
cause y 'all was makin'
me nauseous
Understand,
G
Dm
fucker, I'm gon' win regardless
Em
I still got the hunger pangs
G
from my apartment
Dm
When me and 9th was broke,
splittin' cans of StarKids
F
Arguin' about who LP was the hardest
G
Dm
With a handful of CDs ready to burn
Em
G
Some real hip -hop for you listening nerds
Dm
A year later hooked up
with a nigga named Merge
F
Now everybody play our records
for they women and churn
G
J -League got the East
Dm
Coast getting the loot
Em
Living legends on the West Coast
G
ready to shoot
Dm
Get a cell phone and call up the troops
F
Fonte, Taylor made for the game,
y 'all just follow a suit
G
And if he me money,
F
Em
G
Dm
F
bitch, nigga,
better find that
G
The animal's ready for war,
Dm
that's up for combat
Em
Play the CD or tape and then
G
re wind that
Dm
Somebody merge where
your mind at Merge
F
316 meets foreign exchange
G
Keep your ear to the speaker,
Dm
quit ignoring the names
Em
Welcome to the next level,
G
top floor in the game
Dm
The league done hooked up
with a Cloverdale nigga
F
So skip your sidekick, I'm a next tail nigga
G
Dm
If I hit you on the chirp with a verse,
you better roger that
Em
Pitching word perfect
G
from the land where the Dodgers at
Dm
Tryna get some money
with some pussy on the side of that
F
Never have to ask where my killers
or my riders at
G
Booing fake gangsters
Dm
trying to find where them dollars at
Em
Go to any city
where there's pretty broad
G
s to holla at
Dm
The illest in your state,
went on a tour date
F
An d more great than
your grandfather's father
G
Tell you I know it gotta hurt them
Dm
as they stand by the slaughter
Em
Ought to be locked away
G
when I rock this way
Dm
Getting rocked on the airwaves
but not for play
F
If my heart should stop and I drop today
Dm
I went against all odds and I got my way
Em
Ayo, the animal's ready for war,
that's it for combat
Dm
Play the CD or tape
F
and then re wind that
You want beef?
Motherfucker, nevermind that
And if he owe me money, bitch,
Am
nigga better find that
Em
The animal's ready for war,
that's it for combat
Dm
Play the CD or tape and then rewind that
F
Am
So let me know where you mind at
Em
Dm
F
Am
Em
G
Dm
F
Am
Dm
You
Em
The Animal
Murs, Phonte
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