We're Here To Entertain You chords by The Jackson 5, Michael Jackson

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Verse 1
Em 
B 
Em 
A 
Em 
Man who gives a fuck nigga?
Who gives a fuck...
MURDER...
B 
MURDER INC NIGGA!
Em 
B 
How ya love dat,
A 
B 
Em 
B 
Em 
how ya love dat (what is it)
MURDER...
MURDER INC NIGGA!
A 
Yeah, step inside niggas
Em 
Keep your fucking eyes

Verse 2
open,
B 
observe, and watch this
Em 
A 
(Watch me) Take the game, lock shit
Em 
B 
Em 
A 
Strictly for the gutter and the block
B 
niggas
Em 
(Where my niggas) and them bitches,
GOTTI!
CEO, head honcho, boss
B 
And all I do is break niggas,
and make doe
Em 
B 
Gotta make sure - all my niggas see
Em 
B 
Murder... I motherfuckers, shit

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Verse 3
Em 
Tell me how you want it, momma,
B 
lace it proper
Em 
B 
Make hits hot, uh, can't shit stop her
Em 
Wrist rocked up - y'all
A 
B 
Em 
B 
know who that bitch
Em 
A 
Em 
VITA, VITA, and who dat clique
The world's most dangerous
F#m 
Sweeter then a mango,
B 
Em 
but hit when I aint...
B 
Em 
B 
So y'all better run, or it's murder
Em 
when we come
B 
(Vita & Ronnie Bumps) You

Verse 4
Em 
A 
better run!
Em 
B 
Em 
This clique I roll with they
B 
don't front they squeeze
Em 
B 
You better run!
A 
B 
Em 
B 
This clique I roll with
Em 
Murder I- N- C
Ohhh! Cause here we come!
B 
This clique done stack and
Em 
fold that doe
B 
You better run!
This shit is murder I- N- C fo' sho
Em 
A 
Ohhh! Cause here we come!
B 
MURDER!

Verse 5
Em 
Please believe her,
burn like cheeba, Vita, diva
Got thugs fiendin to met her
HOLLA HOLLA! All my ladies
A 
B 
getting dollar, dollar stacks
Em 
A 
Cause tomorrow ain't promised,
B 
Em 
So I promise not to lose no  contest
B 
Em 
Shit, Murder Mami put it down
A 
B 
Em 
From Jersey to Uptown put
them hands up now
Me and my ladies just ridin, vibin
A 
Tryin to find a club to slide in
Em 
V- I- P! Yeah I know I'm that
P- Y- T from I- N- C
B 
BITCH! I know you want my spit
Em 
BITCH! I know you want what I got
A 
Em 
BITCH! Hate me but I won't stop
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Un- til I'm on    top
Em 
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Verse 6
Now ladies if you sippin Cris
B 
Then sip it till you get drunk
All my thugs in the back
Em 
Sippin 'gnac get fucked up
One of the illest, uh, feminist when I zone
B 
Sexy while the rest be silicone
Em 
B 
A 
To each is own, beats keep
B 
it authentic
Em 
B 
Baggin bodies wit it, Gangsta chick!

Verse 7
Em 
Yeah that's right Gangsta
Chick (uh, uh, uh, uh)
A 
Em 
What else would you expect from Murder Inc.
B 
nigga (uh, uh, uh, uh)
(Uh, uh, uh, uh) *Chuckles
Em 
Y'all niggas better fuckin run!
B 
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