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What Makes The World Go 'round chords by Marceese

  • C

  • G

  • Cm

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Intro 1
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Saratoga, under the nonscope looka
Verse 1
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The get -together rich bitch,
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Willie Duck, me and Rooka
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The gun -to -gun facel
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The street -smart nigga that got rid
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of the serial numbers off the burners
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The throat of D .A. Tresor,
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ruckus click caused a misery
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Limits every revenge cop killer
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that went down in history
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You dissin' me?
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Better re lax and calm that I sit back
when niggas throw rhymes,
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I'll be like bring your army
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It's a league elite world
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and I don't give a fuck
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All I wanna do is puff that purple stuff
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The sun ain't never shine on my block
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It's like a permanent eclipse
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The only light is gun sparks
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Fighting on the premises
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that you want to be yours
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Catch you in the staircase
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Your floor's 8
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but you won't make it past 4
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I'm sick and tired of niggas
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acting high fashion
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And not reacting
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The niggas know what time it is
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Leaving niggas without no watches
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when I drop the shit about
hustling
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Y 'all niggas know who Rhymer is,
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you get the headphones
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Bathroom, the book, book, the rap, rap, the track, track,
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the wax, wax, the stores, stores, the headphones
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The dead zone, the seas get done since
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The radius times the square root
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equals the dead motherfucker
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in my circumference
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The shit max, spread, max,
dressed in black leather,
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come through four building,
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jacked, deader for that
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Every day I dream about
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Guns, money, cars, and bitches
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C
Those are niggas who want my bitches
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I got something for em
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In 96 you gotta be tripe or die
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That's how it is on the streets
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of S .I.
Ain't gonna be trust alive
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Niggas I run with,
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they mentality's fuck it
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Hoodied up with the vest,
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gun cock,
ready to buck shit
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Under the building making
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crack and dope sales
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And Jiggy Jake won't stop us
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from getting the dough for real
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Money clips and fat stacks
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makes the world go round
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G
What makes the world go round?
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Alcohol and marijuana
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makes the world go round
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G
What makes the world go round?
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Cocaine, lactose, and boiling water
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makes the world go round
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What makes the world go round?
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Big guns, money, and pussy
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makes the world go round
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What makes the world go round?
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Shaolin staple tin, born and raised
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The battleground is where
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we spend most of our days
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I lick a shot for niggas
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slinging cooked up rocks
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To make the profit
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so all y 'all crab niggas need to stop me
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G
I see my peeps transform like autobots
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All them is prime ass niggas mad
cause we making figures
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We can't be eliminated
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The world will be contaminated
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Once the GP plague is activated
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G
Shot 20 shells, 20 heads fell
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20 bodies is wrapped,
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20 churches bunked and fell
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The bitch fucker, the thug cop sucker
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The Glock under my belt tucker,
the wild motherfucker
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My lifestyle's maxin',
taxin', epistuistic
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Cm
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Girl come here, bitch slappin',
carjackin'
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Tank carrier, contract arrangement
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Hundred thousand dollar head,
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body to semen
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Bet your life, nigga,
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on two red and one green dice
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For fifty -six nickels,
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I get nice, we'll pay the price
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A hot mole, that's filled with ice,
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wraps around my wrist
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G
A gorilla in a mess with a four -fifth,
kill you and your bitch
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Get you open like bullet roots,
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deadly like toxic fumes
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Hit my peoples off, we're booming,
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the visitor move through rubber balloons
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Rap rappers and listeners,
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this flow, y 'all can't follow
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We put my records out on version,
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cause my style's be sellin'
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G
Brooklyn and Chi -Lin,
puttin' the hurtin' in front
of the curtain
Hookin' the crook and I'm takin' it uptown,
back downtown like four
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I host the best, when I
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be rappin' I be packin'
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So many niggas in clubs,
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C
fire marshals got me on house arrest
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Run, I caution it,
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I bless so many mics after I die
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Niggas'll cut my hand
C
off and auction it
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1977, February 8th,
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this little nigga be packin' big
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But I ain't got faith to hustle
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Fuck slugs and drugs,
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make the world go round
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G
What makes the world go round?
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Hand a pistol, blow the grips,
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who make the world go round?
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G
What makes the world go round?
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Murderers and carjackers
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make the world go round
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What makes the world go round?
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State to state, push and wait,
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make the world go round
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G
What makes the world go round,
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round, round, round, round?
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Brooklyn, Brownsville
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Cm
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makes the world go round
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Charleston, Stapleton
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G
C
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makes the world go round
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G
Cm
G .B. Wu makes the world go round, round
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C
D .R. Piriot
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C
makes the world go round, round
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Cm
D .B. Elias
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Christ makes the world go round
Cm
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Cm
I said the Rutgers
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G
C
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makes the world go round
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G
Mr. Trigger makes the world
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C
go round
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Smooth
The Hustler
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definitely makes the world
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G
go round
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Shaheen makes the world go round
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Rubberbands makes
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the world go round
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The next level click
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makes the world go round
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It be the groove
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C
that makes the world go round
It be the groove, it be the groove
that makes the world go round
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