Lock It Up - Eminem | Guitar Chords | VChords

[Intro]
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C#m | A | G# 
C#m
   Yeah, like that
A     G#
 Okay,  yeah

[Verse 1]
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C#m
Say, bro, where you get them from?
Detroit? That machine gun, spray boy
And it's gon' hit some
A               G#
New coupe? Been whippin' 'em
C#m
New boobs? Where you get them done?
Payroll, might put you on a table
                             A             G#
And spread you out like some Yayo I'm naugh
ty, yah
C#m
No, bitch, you don't know shit
You just want all my money
I was hopeless, now I'm focused
          A              G#
Where the fuck is the party at?
    C#m
Now hold this, oh shit
That's it, so sick
No shit
          A                   G#
Damn, I'm getting too fuckin' old for this

[Verse 2]
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C#m
   But still as explosive with, just load the clip
Two pistols on hip, both are gripped
I hold them at shoulder width
       A                    G#
Took a stab in the dark and broke the tip
      C#m
Of my knife off, but your throat is slit
'Cause I'm cutthroat to the utmost with it
The ultimate
                           A                       G#
I just let the poker chips fall where they were supposed to fit
          C#m
Now those days are over, scrapin' change in sofas
Tryna save at Kroger
                            A                 G#
So why would I give a fuck about backstabbin' Trader Joe for?
C#m
   How 'bout that, I'm paid as Oprah
Think I may have broke the scale
'Cause the wait is over
A                G#                   C#m
 But wait, wait, hold up, 'cause they say I almost

[Chorus]
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I almost lost it
                               A                 G#
I had to reach back, back, and lock it, lock it, lock it yeah
C#m
   You almost got me
                               A                 G#
I had to reach back, back, and lock it, lock it, lock it yeah
C#m                                   A      G#
   You almost, you almost, you almost, but I got it
C#m                                   A  G#
   You almost, you almost, you almost, I got it

[Verse 3]
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   C#m
So sit there and act pathetic and sulk
'Cause I'm getting green, Incredible Hulk
'Cause I usually get it in bulk
     A                      G#
But I still will stomp your head to a pulp
         C#m
You want smoke, I got the tical like Method Man
So get ready to die from second hand
Get a whiff of the doctor's medicine
A                         G#
Like sedatives you'll get popped, Excedrin
C#m
'Cause you can get it like over the counter
Like I just left the damn concession stand
A mic in my hand's a weapon
      A                       G#
I put that on everything like ranch, I'll never land
C#m
I'm too fly, I don't plan to ever Cinderella Man
What I am is better than
Every single one of you
        A                      G#
Whether separate or all of you band together
    C#m
And I  put the game on the pill
Now my Shady babies are all stillborns
Meaning abortions that live 'cause they were still born
A                    G#
 I can heal 'em with Neosporin
    C#m
You 'bout to experience euphoria
I'm a true warrior, got the plug like Trugoy
Give me the cue like I'm ScHoolboy
                   A                         G#                   C#m
And I'll treat the beat like a pitbull would do to a chew toy and destroy it, 'cause, 
boy