The Illest chords by Mobb Deep

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Intro 1

Verse 1
Am 
For street
Bm 
Am 
Bm 
niggas livin' with they lives on the line
For young guns comin' up
Am 
during these times
For police who find drugs
Bm 
lettin' niggas slide
For niggas out slingin'
Am 
A 
like four in the night
Am 
Bm 
For your mans not snitchin'
when the pressure is tight
For pistols that don't jam
Am 
when it's time to strike
Bm 
Am 
For bootleg li  quor on a Sunday night
D 
Bm 
This be the realest shit
Am 
you heard in your life
Yo, when the gas reveal,
you casket peeled
And that's the deal,
Em 
Bm 
fuck the bitch -ass and switch fast
Am 
Nig gas that lack the real,
when the slugs burst
Bm 
Am 
Bm 
G -Rappy aiming at  your mug first
Niggas is bloodthirst,
Am 
we see who get bloodthirst
Bm 
We dug earth to place you,
put the nickel platers to your facial
Bullets ain't racial,
A 
kid, they only hate you
Am 
My 9'll seem like it's
a time machine,
Bm 
Am 
BC date you
Bm 
Jacking you more than Ripper,
my fifth's an organ shifter
A 
Am 
The human organism lifter,
you'll be hearin' organs
Bm 
if  you're leavin' orphans
Am 
If you let these floors hit you
where the law split you,
Bm 
a four -pitcher
To bump heads with those
that dump lead,
Am 
accurate shots in back of your neck
Bm 
Leave em' undead, G -Rap,
Havoc, and Prodigy
Am 
Bm 
Let's put these bitch niggas
where bodies be done
A 
Am 
Bm 
Am 
Yo, if it gotta be, it gotta be
Bm 
For street niggas livin' with
they lives on the line
For young guns comin' up
Am 
during these times
For police who find drugs
Bm 
letting niggas slide
For niggas out slinging
Am 
like 4   in the night
Em 
Am 
For your mans not snitching
when the pressure is tight
Bm 
For pistols that don't jam
Am 
when it's time to strike
For bootleg liquor on a Sunday night
Bm 
This be the realest shit
Am 
you heard in your life
When the gas fits some niggas
A 
get blown off the atlas
Bm 
The hat fits unsolved
Am 
mysteries
Em 
Reenactments get practiced
Am 
What you lack is you think
like the average
Bm 
Jake's dumbfounded
Am 
leaving crime scenes contended
Nothin' but cannons, got conspicuous
Bm 
Like a laminate, I bread it
Am 
With the cereal scratch
G 
Bm 
Bad apple out of the batch
Am 
Bm 
Done it, made me like that
If I could push back the clock
Am 
Probably leave it like that
G 
Bm 
Draw love for my niggas, G -O -D
Ty Niddy and Twin
And Twin is not here
Am 
Plus my camp
G 
Am 
Killer B  forever with me
Quick to set it with me
Bm 
Enter QB, they show love
Am 
Throughout the years with
G 
You got guns, we got guns
Am 
The serious ones
Bm 
Leave foul powder stuck
Am 
in your lungs
We come from where
Niggas look out for they dun -duns
D 
Bm 
Love never disrespect,
A 
hit niggas with redirect
Bm 
For street niggas livin' with
they lives on the line
For young guns comin' up
Am 
during these times
For police who find drugs
Bm 
lettin' niggas slide
For niggas out slingin'
Am 
like four in the night
Em 
For your mans not snitchin'
Am 
when the pressure is tight
Bm 
For pistols that don't jam
Am 
when it's time to strike
For bootleg liquor on a Sunday night
Bm 
This be the realest shit
Am 
you heard in your life
Never prejudge and be the humble
that'll squeeze slugs
Bm 
And be the one standing still,
Am 
that'll peel guns
A 
Am 
Spill blood for my thugs, thuggin' for me
D 
Bm 
Man, you don't wanna get involved,
A 
Am 
fucker, with P
I spent more nights illin',
Bm 
less nights chillin'
The more shots they hold,
Am 
the better they feel it
We'll be the dealings
D 
Some killers like to hide behind specs
Bm 
Others got blatant disrespect
Am 
Em 
And the rest are so  young
Am 
that you wouldn't even expect
D 
Bm 
To be bursin' off guns
Am 
like a Vietnam vet on his steps
Sittin' in the staircase bent
Bm 
Thinkin' on ways to take
Am 
an  other man head,
Bm 
go to war with niggas
Am 
Bm 
that's against what I rep
Am 
I settle things with a heavy metal fifth,
Bm 
change clips, switch clothes after I spit
Place niggas back in they space,
Am 
fuckers on your mind, kid
For street niggas livin' with
they lives on the line
Bm 
For young guns comin' up
Am 
during these times
For pro leagues who find drugs
Bm 
lettin' niggas slide
For niggas out slingin'
Am 
like four in the night
C 
For your man's knife snitchin'
Am 
when the pressure is tight
D 
Bm 
Who curse those that don't jam
Am 
when it's time to strike
From home lake liquor on a Sunday night
Bm 
This be the greatest shit you've ever seen
Am 
Bm 
Am 
Bm 
in life
Am 
Bm 
Am 
you