You're A Fony chords by Sal Capone

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Intro 1

Verse 1
Am 
What a fucked up situation,
you're getting my guns penetration
Em 
D 
Fucked up, getting faded,
Bm 
Am 
you know I'm elevated, won't hesitate it
C 
Am 
Now I'm brained to go  ahead
F 
Em 
Am 
and try to clown S   .A. is going
down just like Motown
But it's more brown
Em 
D 
Now, now, I'm trying to speak up
Bm 
Am 
Try to  get loud,
you best watch your mouth
C 
Am 
Before you get the one -t
F 
wo connection
Em 
With the Smith & Wesson,
Am 
I'll put bullets in your section
And leave a hole in your throat
Em 
D 
for your next studio session
Bm 
Before I   forget,
Am 
let me mention
C 
Am 
There's a lot of motherfuckers
F 
Em 
that deserve a lesson
Am 
Like Lothars, yeah, you fools
Em 
And Pesetas, yeah, you too
D 
Bm 
Am 
Try to frame me, I'll get up out my jacket
C 
Get you on the road with real keys,
Am 
F 
let's see if you can hack it
Em 
Am 
Ass fucked up  when you think
you got a homie
Acting like a crime, he behind me,
Em 
you're a phony
D 
Bm 
Whoever thought that,
Am 
she asked to be a snitch
C 
Am 
Down for the hood,
F 
turned out to be a bitch
Am 
Ass fucked up when you
think you got a homie
Acting like a crime, he behind me,
Em 
you're a phony
Bm 
Whoever thought that,
Am 
she asked to be a snitch
C 
Am 
Down for the hood,
F 
turned out to be a bitch
Em 
Am 
We're both strapped,
let's see who's down to blast
Take two steps,
and I'll get up out my ass
B 
Am 
Put your name in the past,
get a jar with a picture on the glass
Make a profit, take off with your cash
Don't laugh, it ain't funny
I just took the homie's money
Em 
D 
Bm 
Am 
He's laying six feet deep
C 
and won't get up out of sleep
Am 
F 
Did I handle it, or  did I handle it?
Em 
Am 
Yeah, I handled it
So what you wanna do?
I'm talking to my crew,
Em 
D 
Bm 
do I get discipline or a medallion?
Am 
F 
It's Halifi, the battalion, straight stallion
Em 
Am 
If  you really wanna know,
I'm on hood patrol
Em 
Lookin' for a punk so I can blast and roll
D 
Bm 
Am 
Gotta hit this lil' rata, put in work
C 
Am 
Smoke a motherfucker,
F 
Em 
put his ass in the dirt
Am 
Ass fucked up  when you think
he got a homie
Actin' like a grimey,
Em 
behind me a phony
D 
Bm 
Whoever thought that
Am 
she asked to be a snitch
C 
Down from the hood,
Am 
F 
turned out to be a bitch
Em 
Am 
Ass fucked up  when you think
he got a homie
Actin' like a grimey,
Em 
behind me a phony
Bm 
Whoever thought that
Am 
she asked to be a snitch
Down from the hood,
F 
turned out to be a bitch
Em 
Am 
I   hate these gymokosos,
they get the story twisted
Em 
Shut up, sit down, motherfucker
D 
Bm 
Am 
Listen, I learned my fucking les sons
C 
from chump ass rats
They wanna play the role next,
F 
then yak yak
Em 
Am 
Claiming you the homie?
Homie, you don't know me
Saying that you put it down,
Em 
D 
nothing but a phony
Bm 
Yeah, you got raps,
C 
but ain't got the balls to scrap
Am 
Rapping like a gangster,
F 
Em 
talking like a prankster
Am 
Blue bandana, bumping his antenna
If you feeling froggy,
Em 
D 
split you like bananas
Bm 
Am 
Let me  send you on your way like Anna
C 
Am 
When I stuck it in the ash
F 
Em 
blew it back up
Am 
See what I'm talking bout
that's all that I'm saying
Em 
Gagged it up in this bitch ass
D 
and I ain't playing
Bm 
Am 
C 
Taps on my skin but fuck my tattoos
Am 
Guns under seats but fuck
F 
Am 
the guns rule
Ass fucked up when you think
you got a homie
Acting like a crimey behind
Em 
me a phony
Bm 
Whoever thought that she
Am 
ass would be a snitch
C 
Down from the hood turned
Am 
F 
out to be a bitch
Em 
Am 
Ass fucked up  when you
think you got a homie
Acting like a crimey behind
Em 
me a phony
Bm 
Am 
Whoever thought that she ass
would be a snitch
C 
Am 
F 
Down for the hood, turn die to be a bitch
Em 
Am 
Ass fucked up  when you think
you got a homie
Em 
Acting like a grimy, behind me a phony
D 
Bm 
Whoever thought that
Am 
she has to be a snitch
C 
Am 
F 
Down for the hood, turn die to be a bitch
Em 
Am 
Ass fucked up  when you think
you got a homie
Acting like a grimy,
Em 
behind me a phony
Bm 
Whoever thought that
Am 
she has to be a snitch
F 
Am 
Down for the hood, turn die to be a bitch
Em 
D 
Bm 
Am 
F 
Am 
Em 
Bm 
Am 
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