This song is from the album King’s Disease II(2021), released on 06 August 2021. The vocals are by Nas , Eminem, EPMD, the music is produced by Hit-Boy, Eminem, PMD, Erick Sermon , Nas, and the lyrics are written by Hit-Boy.
This song is originally in the key of B Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 95 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
This song is originally in the key of B Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 95 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Original Key: B Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 95 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Bm Respectfully Bm Bucket on low like Erick and Parrish Bm Closed casket flow, all you niggas get deaded Bm They don't give you one single rose while you can smell it Bm So I pick from my own garden (Garden) Bm Wanna go out in my garden like Godfather Bm Grandkids and a Rottweiler got over the block trauma (Yeah, trauma) Bm So what you sayin', nigga? You gots to chill (Uh huh) Bm Thinkin' you the truth, really you not for real (EPMD!) Bm Back to back with it, the hardest shit of the year (Nasir Jones, remix) [VERSE] Bm EPMD, we back in business Bm Ain't nobody fuckin' with us, come to your senses (Uh) Bm P is the second comin' of God, somеthin' to witness Bm Piece of shit, fly on your hеad like Mike Pence's, we in the trenches Bm I'm mad, better yet, I'm on a rampage Bm My people can't even get minimum wage Bm Fuck a stimulus (Uh), give me some interest (Uh) Bm Give me a loan (Oh), give me a home Bm Give me that land you owe me so I can roam Bm So when you trespass, blaow, one in your dome Bm Best wishes, ghost 'em like he Tommy Bm Ain't worried 'bout nothing 'cause Hit Squad behind me www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Bm EPMD, we back in business Bm I visualize what it is, not what is isn't Bm We at the mafia table next to the kitchen Bm Eatin' Michelin Stars, countin' a million [VERSE] Bm Dun! I let it go for the family, meetin's at Cote in Miami Bm Them wine bottles on maggie, extra large Bm Sign up for my masterclass, Escobar Bm Feet up at Mets Stadium at my restaurant Bm Tied in from AZ to Dave East Bm You know my thoughts get crazy Bm My teachers, they couldn't grade me Bm I know some Haitians in Dade County, got choppers in Haiti Bm She booked a flight to Colombia, made her body amazin' Bm Just to post it on Tumblr, this that "fuck up the summer" shit Bm I don't care what you comin' with, me and Hit Boy runnin' shit (Runnin' shit) Bm Big gold, rope chains, but they flooded now (Yeah; flooded now) Bm Pull up with the Ghost like a haunted house (Haunted house) Bm She gettin' scary, blood on my hands like Carrie Bm Might walk through a cemetery to see where hip hop is buried Bm I said it was dead, but it faked its death like Machiavelli Bm You see letters in red splatter, look like sauce and spaghetti Bm (Yeah, ready?) [VERSE] Bm EPMD, we're back in business (What?) Bm Livin' in cramped conditions, we'll give you ammunition Bm I stock those shelves, I got more shells like Taco Bell and I'm not gon' fail Bm I got no L's (Noels) like Christmas, you don't wanna make the claws (Claus) come out (Nah) Bm Y'all should call yourselves Santa (Why?) 'cause none of y'all are real (Nah) Bm Not a single one (Like what?), like a dollar bill (Yeah) Bm It's like your bitch in the appellate court, she's on a pill (Appeal) Bm We got her a bond and she'll Bm Never bail on me (Bail on me), not even outta jail (Haha) Bm EPMD, but me, I gots no chills (Ch chill) Bm Just a lotta skrill Bm Lady, my paper's so crazy, I just tossed a mill' out the window Bm Of my mobile on the fuckin' freeway on the way here (Yeah) Bm Like Rudolph and his homies when they pullin' the sleigh, yeah Bm That's a lot of bucks flyin' when I'm makin' it rain, dear Bm Green on me but no weed, shorty, just these, darling Bm A pocket full of pills, some are Tylenol 3s, prolly two or three Molly Bm So some are E which reminds me of rap summary Bm Mami, my theme song, me and P Bm Always used to play that shit on repeat all day Bm So please call me "Big Daddy" (Daddy) Bm Plus I got the 'caine and lean on me (Yeah) Bm MCs, I'm eatin' you B I T C H's like tortilla chips Bm Me, I'm free of debt, yeah, green is on Chia Pet (Woo) Bm This is the effects of my old neighborhood misery index Bm Poverty at its peak, OCD and PTSD I guess Bm R.I.P. out to DMX, Stezo, E and Nipsey Bm Ecstasy and Prince Markie Dee, MF DOOM, I hit 50 via text Bm Told him that I love him 'cause I don't even know when I'ma see him next (Nah) Bm Tomorrow could be your death (Bring that beat back) Bm Yeah, and this shit ain't for the faint Bm 'Cause the brain's iller trained, killer, danger, deranged Bm And I drank all the DayQuil (Yeah) I blank on the paper Bm Then wait 'til the page fill up (What?) Bm Hate spiller shameful the strength of a pain pill or tranq' Bm I just pray for the day when I'm able to say that I'm placed with the greats Bm And my name's with the Kane's, and the Wayne's, and the Jay's Bm And the Dre's, and the Ye's, and the Drake's Bm And the J Dilla's, Jada's, Cool J's, and the Ra's Bm And amazin' as Nas is, and praise to the Gods of this Bm Shout to the golden age of hip hop and the name of this song is www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Bm EPMD, we back in business Bm I visualize what it is, not what is isn't Bm We at the mafia table next to the kitchen Bm Eatin' Michelin Stars, countin' a million
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