[Intro]
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Em G
I got a bone to pick
Bm Am Em
I don't want you monkeymouth motherfuckers
G Bm Am
Sittin' in my throne again
Em G Bm Am
I'm mad, but I ain't stressin'
Em G Bm Am
True friends, one question
[Chorus (1)]
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Em G
Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?
Bm Am
Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin'
Em G
King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him
Bm Am
Kunta, black man taking no losses, oh yeah
Em G
Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?
Bm Am
Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin'
Em G
King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him
[Verse 1]
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Bm Am Em G Bm Am
When you got the yams The yam is the power that be
Em G Bm Am
You can smell it when I'm walkin' down the street
Em G Bm Am Em G
I can dig rappin', but a rapper with a ghostwriter?
Bm Am
What the fuck happened?
Fm Ab Cm Bbm Fm Ab
I swore I wouldn't tell, but most of y'all sharing bars
Cm Bbm Fm Ab Cm Bbm
Like you got the bottom bunk in a twoman cell Something's in the water
Fm Ab
And if I gotta brownnose for some gold
Bbm Ab G Em
Then I'd rather be a bum than a motherfuckin' baller Oh yeah!
[Verse 2]
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Am G D Em Fm Ab Cm Bbm
When you got the yams The yam brought it out of Richard Pryor
Fm Ab Cm Bbm
Manipulated Bill Clinton with desires
Fm Ab Cm Bbm Fm
Twentyfourseven, threesixtyfive days times two
Ab
I was contemplatin' gettin' off stage
Bbm Ab G Em
Just to go back to the hood, see my enemy, and say⦠Oh yeah
[Verse 3]
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Em G
I was gonna kill a couple rappers, but they did it to themselves
Bm Am
Everybody's suicidal, they ain't even need my help
Em G
This shit is elementary, I'll probably go to jail
Bm Am
If I shoot at your identity and bounce to the left
Em G
Stuck a flag in my city, everybody's screamin', "Compton!"
Bm Am
I should probably run for mayor when I'm done, to be honest
Em G
And I put that on my momma and my baby boo too
Bm Am Em
Twenty million walkin' out the court buildin', woowoo!
G
Aw, yeah, fuck the judge
Bm Am
I made it past twentyfive, and there I was
Em G
A little nappyheaded nigga with the world behind him
Bm Am
Life ain't shit but a fat vagina
Em G
Screamin', "Annie, are you okay? Annie, are you okay?"
Bm Am
Limo tinted with the gold plates
Em G
Straight from the bottom, this the belly of the beast
Am G D Em
From a peasant to a prince to a motherfuckin' king Oh yeah
[Chorus (2)]
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Em
Bitch, where you when I was walkin'
By the time you hear the next pop
The funk shall be within you
Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin'
Em G
King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him
Bm Am
Kunta, black man taking no losses, oh yeah
Em G
Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?
Bm Am
Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin'
Em G
King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him
[Solo]
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Em G Bm Am Em G Bm Am Em G
Funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk
Bm Am Em G Bm Am Em G
Now if I give you the funk, you gon' take it?
Bm Am Em G
Now if I give you the funk, you gon' take it?
Bm Am Em G
Now if I give you the funk, you gon' take it?
Bm Am
Do you want the funk?
Em G Bm Am
Do you want the funk?
Em G Bm Am Em G
Now if I give you the funk, you gon' take it?
[Outro]
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I remember you was conflicted, misusing your influence