The Champions chords by Bomm Sheltuh

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Verse 1
Bm 
G 
A 
G 
Am 
Uh, for square one,
filthy ain't scared of yours,
prepare to walk
Get the air ones to the floor,
Dm 
Am 
you're Harrison Ford
Bm 
You heard of me, using C4,
Am 
plastic surgery
E 
Am 
Another word for me,
manslaughter in third degree
Descending them from killing a few whack
Em 
I prove that,
Am 
with the views that
Dm 
Am 
The Navigate's still a groove back
All we expect from niggas
E 
is a talking to death
Am 
Bitches call me what they want,
but they don't call me collect
Gun blazin', not a drug dealer,
slum fundraiser
Em 
Am 
Other shit you put in blunt paper,
makes your lungs grayer
Black Socrates,
E 
my philosophy for animosity bees
Am 
Cock and squeeze,
Dm 
Am 
watch him drop with ease
Pop your knees,
guess nigga shit was nacho Steve
Em 
Am 
Dm 
Stop the beat, fuck pos sibly,
this has to be
Destructive,
Am 
from public to private property
E 
Am 
You are from Elstree,
Dm 
Am 
now I advise you not to  sleep
Dm 
Yo, we all face the facts
Bb 
They not ready to fuck with the champion
Dm 
Yo, when you all face the facts
Bb 
Am 
Bb 
They ain't ready to fuck with
C 
Dm 
the champions
Yo, when all face the facts
Bb 
They not ready to fuck
with the champions
Dm 
Yo, when you all face the facts
Bb 
There's no escape from that
They not ready to fuck
Am 
with the champions
Dm 
Am 
Ayo, my  agenda
Is to find rap pretenders
In battlefields,
Dm 
Am 
throw your white flags and surrender
Missing body parts,
E 
no telling how many was injured
Am 
Cause when my unit crashed,
we did it more than just a fender
The monologue I breathe,
dramatic soliloquy
E 
Am 
Even those with PhDs
Dm 
Am 
is def initely feelin' me
Without loudspeakers,
E 
I'm kickin' out your fuckin' tweeters
Em 
Am 
Then I'm rollin' reefer and
blunts like gorditas
Pass it off to Cannon,
he blowin' shotguns to Queenie
Get charged, I'm represented
Dm 
by  Attorney Chuck Sweeney
Am 
Them don't worry me,
come from the North State
Em 
Am 
But y   'all cast us off in that
Dm 
Am 
strawberry shortcake
With the wrong ingredients,
your squad just don't mix
My squad be rippin' shit,
hang like the crucifix
Oh man, you're losin' it,
about to murder yourself
Em 
Am 
Have you on the phone dialin'
Dm 
Am 
for emergency help
Dm 
And y 'all raw face the facts
Bb 
They ain't ready to fuck with
Dm 
Bb 
the champions
Dm 
Bb 
Dm 
Bb 
Am 
Em 
I think of why I chase my foes,
Am 
Em 
I makes it  so
Am 
Dm 
Am 
You die when I trade the O,
murderous flow
My blood type be H2O,
Em 
Am 
Dm 
no place to  go,
Am 
just let me lacerate your soul
Spittin' one joke
can get you addicted to gun smoke
Em 
Am 
Yeah I'm lit and cutthroat,
Dm 
Am 
ask me if I give a fuck, no
Welcome down under
where my reprequand says it all
E 
Am 
We already tall, the ice on your grill,
he says it all
You ain't rockin', shit you poppin'
never reach the top ten
Take you to the floor
Dm 
Am 
with Dougie's fresh feet boxin'
You heard me yet?
Step on my turf and get wet
Em 
Am 
I   let you rhyme in my ear
Dm 
Am 
while I'm surfin' the net
It's never ending,
kill the bull with matadors
Em 
Am 
Then I'm spreadin' plague
C 
with Derm Lattimore
Am 
Who you reppin'?
Challenge bombshell without weapons
E 
Em 
Am 
Yeah right, that's all I need
Dm 
Am 
Dm 
is more scores in my collection
I'm steppin'
Face the facts, yeah
Bb 
They ain't ready to fuck
with the champions
Dm 
Yo, we  all face the facts, you know
Bb 
They ain't ready to fuck with
the champions
Dm 
That's why we all face the facts,
yeah
Bb 
They're not ready to fuck
with the champions
Dm 
Yo, we all face the facts
There's no escaping that
Bb 
Am 
They're not ready to fuck
Bb 
Am 
Bb 
with the champions
Dm 
We are the we champions,
Bb 
Dm 
Bb 
Am 
Em 
Am 
we are the champions
Em 
Am 
Am 
Am 
Am 
Am 
I'll see you in for