Тональность: A minor
Verse 1
C#m
F#m
(Tay Keith,fuck these niggas up)
D
Yeah
Interlude 1
D
C#m
F#m
C#m
D
C#m
F#m
D
C#m
F#m
D
C#m
Brain dead, eye
Verse 2
drops
D
F#m
C#m
F#m
Pain meds,cyclops
Daybed, iPod
D
C#m
"May- back," Maybach
F#m
D
Trainwrecks, sidewalks
C#m
Payless, high- tops
F#m
K- Fed, IHOP
D
C#m
Playtex, icebox
Verse 3
C#m
That's how much we have in common
(yeah)
D
That's how much we have
in common (whoa)
C#m
Up on this mic,
F#m
C#m
when we're on it (yeah)
D
That's how much we have in
C#m
common (yeah)
That's how much we have in
common (woo)
D
That's how much we have in common
C#m
F#m
We are not alike, there's nada like
E
D
C#m
us on the mic (yeah)
F#m
I don't do Jordans and
Verse 4
D
Audemars
I do explosions and Molotovs
C#m
F#m
Y'all blow in' smoke
as if y'all ain't washed
D
C#m
I blow the smoke from the car exhaust
D
Flyin' to a party I am not invited to,
C#m
feelin' like the streets need me (what up?)
F#m
I ain't gotta dance long as my Fer
C#m
D
C#m
rari Spider move like C Breezy
F#m
I don't gotta hire goons,
D
C#m
I'd rather try to buy the moon, and breathe freely
The sky is blue,
A
F#m
D
the tie is new, the Maserati white and cool like G- Eazy
C#m
F#m
D
Why these dudes tryna figure out how to do
C#m
a freestyle as fly as me? (Why?)
F#m
I'm confused tryin' to figure out
D
how to do Kapri Styles and Mya G
C#m
Everybody doin' chick joints,
D
probably rob these little dudes at fist point
C#m
F#m
'Member everybody used to bite Nickel,
D
C#m
now everybody doin' Bitcoin
We don't got nothin' in
D
common (no)
We don't got nothin'
C#m
in common (no)
F#m
Y'all into stuff like doubled- up Styrofoam cups
D
F#m
on them uppers and downers (woo)
D
I'm into stuff like doublin' commas
Find me a brother who's solid
A
C#m
To count the shit up and then
F#m
bust the shit down
If the cops hit us up,
D
we can flush the shit down
C#m
We can not give a fuck,
F#m
shit, a fuckin' colonic
D
Sellin' your cock and your
butt for a follower
C#m
Possible couple of dollars,
F#m
you powder sniff
C#m
D
F#m
Now you're slippin', call it a power trip
C#m
A product of politics
F#m
Y'all went from profit and
D
toppin' the charts
To dropped in the park in a
C#m
pile of shit
F#m
Knowledge is power,
C#m
but powerless if you got it and you do not acknowledge it
Y'all music sound like Dr. Seuss inspired it
D
Hirin' strippers,
C#m
prostitutes retirin'
G#
C#m
We can spit it for ya, advance
F#m
I'm fit to be king,
D
C#m
you're cut out to fit in Prince pants
You niggas
Verse 5
C#m
Brain dead, eye drops
D
F#m
C#m
Pain meds,cyclops
Daybed, iPod
D
C#m
"May- back," Maybach
F#m
D
Trainwrecks, sidewalks
C#m
Payless, high- tops
F#m
K- Fed, IHOP
D
C#m
Playtex, icebox
Verse 6
C#m
That's how much we have in common
(yeah)
D
That's how much we have
in common (whoa)
C#m
Up on this mic,
D
C#m
when we're on it (yeah)
D
That's how much we have in
C#m
common (yeah)
That's how much we have in
D
common (woo)
That's how much we have in common
C#m
F#m
We are not alike, there's nada like us
Verse 7
C#m
You say you're affiliated with murderers,
F#m
killers (ayy)
C#m
D
The people you run with are
thuggin' (gang)
F#m
But you're just a wanna
C#m
be gunner (gang)
F#m
D
Like you was gonna do somethin'
C#m
Actin' like you catchin' bodies (ayy)
And you got juice,
D
lil' youngin', you're buggin'
C#m
You ain't never even been charged
in connection with battery
F#m
Bitch, you ain't plugged into nothin'
E
D
C#m
Rap God spit lyrical
bullets (boom)
F#m
And gats cock,
D
your partners better tool up
C#m
This has not to do with muscular
F#m
D
But have guns for sure, you better put a
E
D
Strap on, other words
C#m
if you're a Gunner
D
Roll up with your (gang)
You're gon' need a arsenal
C#m
'Cause this bar is over your head
F#m
E
So you better have arms if you're gon
D
C#m
na pull up (skrrt)
F#m
Oh, you run the streets, huh?
D
Now you wanna come and fuck with me,
huh?
C#m
This little cock- sucker,
he must be feelin' himself
E
D
He wants to keep up
C#m
F#m
His tough demeanor, so he does a feature
D
Decides to team up with
N9na (yeah)
F#m
But next time you don't gotta
use Tech N9ne
C#m
If you wanna come at me with a sub,
Machine Gun
And I'm talkin' to you but you already
know who the fuck you are, Kelly
I don't use sublims and sure as
fuck don't sneak- diss
But keep commentin' on my
daughter Hailie
I keep on tellin' motherfucker
F#m
C#m
s, but just in case you forgot
Really and need Ja memories,
E
C#m
jarred like strawberry or pineapple, apricot jelly
D#
C#m
I respond,
rarely but this time Shady
F#m
C#m
'Bout to sound off like a fuckin'
cocked semi- Glock
Demigod, let me put a fuckin' silencer on
this little non- threatenin' blond fairy
G#m
C#m
Cornball takin' shots at me
You're not ready, fool,
F#m
C#m
break yourself like Rock Steady Crew
Obviously, I'm not gettin' through
We can get it poppin' like Redenbach,
D#
lettin' off like Remy Ma
Heavy artillery,
C#m
F#m
Godzilla harsh with a hard shell
C#m
With a motherfuckin' heart
bigger than Bizarre's belly
Only time you'll ever say, I lost
You'll be talkin' 'bout Fetty Wap,
F#m
better call Diddy
C#m
F#m
Just to try to get me off and you better
hope I don't call Trick Trick
C#m
Bitch, this shit don't fly in our city
E
C#m
Punk, you don't disrespect
D#
C#m
OG's, R.I.P. Prodigy
F#m
C#m
Sold Dre my soul and I told him
The moment he signed me that I'll be the most hated,
though made it
So that there's no shame, it's okay to own it 'cause life is a bitch,
she's a bow- legged ho
F#m
C#m
But now days are over, I Harvey Weinstein,
a bathrobe hangin' over
My code name is Groper, I role play with lotion
I fucked the whole world then I
D#
C#m
throw away the Trojan
F#m
C#m
Old lederhosen with home- made explosives,
I blow eighty holes in you
Don't make me go in, I O.J. the flows
and I'm insult to injury
Rolaids to Goldman,
I'm throat spray and Motrin, I throated Nicole
F#m
C#m
As they both there to choke and my
whole blade is soakin'
I double- edge sworded 'cause one place
E
C#m
I poke and I stick and I turn and
I rotatin' motion
G#m
Invisible with the pen, I'm at the pinnacle
C#m
Of sick individuals,
stick my dick and put the tip in
At minimal, I'm fuckin' these syllables
G#m
C#m
I let them lick on my genitals
I'm a fuckin' invisible, indefensible,
despicable difficult prick, a little bit unpredictable
I spit the formidable,
that you bitches fuckin' with the original
I consider me and Nickel
Bbm
identical ('dentical)
C#m
But not us, the only thing we have in
F#m
C#m
common's I'm a dick and you suck
F#m
Otherwise one has nothin'
to do with the other
C#m
G#m
None comes close to
C#m
Skunk, bug, soldier
Tongue, shrub, shoulder
One month older
C#m
Sponge, mob, colder
Nun, rug, holster
Lug nut, coaster
Lung, jug, roaster
D#
Young Thug poster
C#m
Unplugged toaster
Verse 8
That's how much we have in
common (yeah)
That's how much we have in
common (whoa)
Up on this mic,
when we're on it (yeah)
That's how much we have in
common (yeah)
That's how much we have in
common (woo)
That's how much we have in common
We are not alike, there's nada like
us (man, fuck this shit, let's go)
Как бы вы оценили эту песню?
5.0 (1)
ТюнерE A D G B E
АккордыC#m F#m D E A...
Больше песен от Eminem
Найдите и играйте аккорды для самых разных песен
4.8
Связанные песни
Найдите и играйте аккорды для самых разных песен
Популярные аккорды во всём мире
Самые популярные аккорды и табы среди всех пользователей