키: Db major
Verse 1
D
Gm
My name is the Scarecrow
D
Busters they approach,
Gm
they really don't know me too well
D
I put in the 50 round magazine watchin'
F
Gm
them spin as I empty the shells
D
Bodies are smackin' the mud,
Gm
bustas are con stantly donating blood
D
I pull the sawed off out my coat pump it twice
F
Gm
and watch it tear up your hood n' run
D
Oh, no me do not
Verse 2
mind my
Gm
part in genocide
D
Oh, no me do not mind
F
committing homicide
Gm
D
Although the way you live is
Gm
how you must die
D
The Scarecrow will try his
best to take your life
C
Gm
'Cause I know you will try to take mine
D
Gm
I do onto others before they do onto me
D
And my fingers refuse to release
Verse 3
when I'm
Gm
C
Gm
squeezin' the trigger on nina milli
D
'Cause suckers be trying to take all the things
you been working so hard for
Gm
F#m
D
But I can't hit the floor,
F
Gm
I would rather go out in the smoke
D
And so I'll do what I'll have to do
Gm
D
I don't want to kill you,
F
yet I will, fool
Gm
D
Before Lord Infamous take a fall,
Gm
I'll spray all of y'all
D
Aw, mane, they got my back
Fm
F#m
against the wall
D
Oh,
Verse 4
C#m
that's how it is in the ghetto
F#m
F#sus4
F#m
C
B
(I got my back against the wall,
F#sus4
F#m
wall, wall)
D
C#m
F#sus4
All the player haters and jeal ousy in
F#m
C
Bm
B
F#m
F#sus4
F#m
the ghetto
D
C#m
Childrens crying,
F#sus4
C
homies dying
Bm
B
(I got my back against the
wall, wall, wall)
F#sus4
F#m
D
C#m
F#m
It's how it is in the
F#sus4
F#m
C
Bm
B
ghetto
F#m
A
F#m
Pop, pop, pop, another trick sucka dropped
A
Fm
Ab
Pop, pop, pop,
Fm
B
E#m
another trick sucka dropped
F#m
Pop, pop, pop,
A
F#m
another trick sucka dropped
Fm
Pop, pop, pop,
Fm
B
another trick sucka dropped
Bm
F
A quarter after twelve,
Verse 5
Gm
D
I'm still cruising down them back streets
Gm
On my job a dead body already
D
lies on the passenger seat
E#
Gm
D
Just did one for the money now
I'll do two for the show and
Gm
When I drop the third body I'm
D
gettin' ready to hit the road
E#
Gm
D
I'm spendin' bloody money in the streets,
Gm
'cause that's all that I got
D
From ones I've laid in the past and
the new heads I just cracked
F
Gm
D
But all had to go sour when
some fools tried to rush
Eb
Gm
The tables turning before my eyes,
D
Gm
now it's me they trying to touch
Fm
Gm
D
I put the pedal to the mizzetal, strap
my fo- fifty five my seventy two
Gm
I looked up in the rearview
D
They still comin',
Gm
Fm
them fools must got one too
Gm
D
Comin' up on the side, it's on,
I feel they can't be real
The dead body I was transport
Gm
D
ing fell on my lap
I'm liftin' it up,
Gm
they getting my steel
D
They started lettin' 'em off, I tried to ram 'em,
Gm
the telephone post on the sidewalk
D
Gm
Fm
I got intentions to cram 'em, smack
Gm
D
! I laughed as them fools take a fall
Gm
D
Not even on my roster for the day but
Fm
F#m
my back was against da wall
D
Oh,
Verse 6
C#m
F#sus4
that's how it is in the
F#m
C
ghetto
Bm
B
(I got my back against the wall,
F#m
wall, wall)
D
C#m
When a gun is to your head,
F#m
F#sus4
C
Bm
B
F#m
F#sus4
there's nothing left to be said in the ghetto
F#m
D
C#m
F#m
You better watch your back 'cause
C
you might get car jacked
Bm
B
F#m
(I got my back against the wall,
wall, wall)
D
C#m
That's how it is in the
F#m
C
Bm
B
ghetto
Bm
F#m
A
Pop, pop, pop,
F#m
A
another trick sucka dropped
Fm
Pop, pop, pop,
Fm
B
another trick sucka dropped
F
F#m
Pop, pop, pop,
A
F#m
A
another trick sucka dropped
Fm
Ab
Pop, pop, pop,
Fm
B
F
another trick sucka dropped
C
I'm that
Verse 7
Gm
fool you don't know,
D
Gm
I'm that one you can't see
That'll be scopin' with that gat
D
Gm
infrared behind the trees
F
Gm
You gon' drop to your knees,
D
Gm
you gon' yell, "Brother, please"
All the police on your force gon'
D
Gm
be scared to witness me
F
Gm
When you see me in the traffic psy
D
Gm
chopathic killer ad dict
D
Kidnappin' MPD's,
F
choppin' heads off with the hatchet
Gm
D
Throwin' 'em in a rotted ditch while
Gm
the night is filled with mis t
Mystic styles 'bout the killers
D
Gm
C
from the six double six
Verse 8
Gm
D
In the alley's not a bum,
Gm
just a gang creepin' low
D
Fourty four is the tool,
F
pluggin' hoes in the 'fro
Gm
D
Break the law on a slaw cop
Gm
cause I'm down to blast
D
Paul and Infamous scrapped with the nine in they lap,
F
Gm
plus the stash
Crunchy Black at the hideout,
D
Gm
smokin' quarter pounds
D
(Smothered by the weed bomb)
Gm
F
First contestants fallin' down,
Gm
D
flag covered up over the casket
Gm
Bitch we leavin' a dead cop surrender,
no cousin, no friend, no son
D
Sooner or later,
G
Fm
F#m
no matter your crews gon' drop
D
Oh,
Verse 9
C#m
F#m
F#sus4
that's how it is
C
in the ghetto
Bm
B
(I got my back against the
F#m
wall, wall, wall)
D
C#m
F#sus4
Mothers crying 'cause their babies are
C
Bm
B
F#m
F#sus4
F#m
dying in the ghetto
D
C#m
F#m
F#sus4
One time, some are straight,
F#m
C
B
some from the TEC
(I got my back against the wall,
F#sus4
F#m
wall, wall)
D
C#m
F#sus4
C
B
Oh, in the ghetto,
F#m
yeah
Verse 10
F#m
A
Yeah, best believe it, Three 6 Mafia
E#m
in the house for the nine five
C#
With the all new GimiSum Family,
F
F#m
bring it to your doo,r fool
A
F#m
'Til it just don't pay no mo'
A
We out
Outro 1
Fm
B
F
Gm
D
Gm
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