Tonalidad: Bb minor
Verse 1
Am
Class is open.
Come on in.
G
Oh, you want to be emcees,
C
G
sit down.
It's
Mr.
Am
Bumpy, baby.
Ayo,
Pete
Rock.
Here we go again, baby.
We're gonna do it till they learn
F
You ready to rock, baby?
Feel this.
G
Am
What nature imparts to man
is called human nature.
To follow that nature is
Em
called a way.
Am
Cultivating that way is called education.
F
But for man to love himself
G
is called masturbation.
Am
Before we talk about love,
they say it ain't right
G
Am
I told you niggas what I love,
Em
my first family for life
Am
As I move around the world,
acquire new likes
Em
G
New loves, new mics, new doves
Am
I'm still spittin',
I'm not content with my life
Until I kill all my enemies,
Em
leave them bent with a knife
Am
That's what's wrong with these niggas,
they scared to fight
F
So they think bein' a gangsta's
G
bustin' guns on the mic
Am
In the streets you black,
but at home you white
Em
At least you like to think so, nig ga
Am
Step into my mind frame, it don't stop
F
Em
G
And I still keep the four pounds hot,
hot, hot
Am
Niggas hungry on my block,
B
G
We tryin' to eat
Am
And it's some fake -ass rap, niggas
Em
We tryin' to see
Am
I know deep down
it's botherin' me
F
Am
When a motherfucker thinks that
G
he's smarter than me
Am
When he ain't a better charter than me
Em
Am
And you'll never be harder than me
I'm tryin' to teach you stupid
F
Am
-ass niggas how to rock
Am
Knock, knock, knock
Am
Em
This is my house, where we reign again
Am
Real niggas shit, I bring the pain again
G
And some suckers in the game we in
Am
Call me up, knock, knock, knock
Come on in, this is my house
Rain again
Real niggas shit, I bring the pain again
F
Em
G
And some suckers in the game we in
Am
And can't do it like the kids be
Followers send me
Peace to the old time
Em
gangsters who send me
Am
The energy to keep it moving
F
G
Be one of the best and stick out my chest
Like a true warrior
Am
I caught this nigga selling bootlegs
He thought I didn't have a kind heart
Em
I shoot legs,
Am
since he was white and I was black
Em
He had a pen and a checkbook,
G
I had ten in my mac
Am
If half these rappers did that
G
Am
They'd probably stop settling for
Em
a pat on the back
And a plastic plaque,
Am
that shit is mad whack
So here I come,
Em
G
back with an other one
Bumpy out smokin',
Am
while you niggas out jokin'
And playin' a game,
I'm on a 12 -inch piece of wax
Em
Am
Ignitin' a flame, the penalty of success
Is bein' bought by people
Em
who used to diss you
G
Money short, they won't hit you
Am
Stuck in beef, they
won't get you
G
When they fuck you, won't kiss you
Am
Em
When you're dead, six feet in the ground
They probably forget you
Am
To get control is to take control
They can never have the mind,
G
Am
the body, the soul of a true
MC
G
Am
E -M -C -E -E -F -R
Em
G
-E -D -D -F -O -XXX
Am
Disrespect, you'll be crippled next
F
Yo,
Pete
G
Rock, how many times we gotta tell him,
son?
Am
Knock, knock, knock, come on in
Em
Am
This is my house, it's rainin' again
Real nigga shit, I bring the pain again
F
It's some sucka,
G
then some game, we in
Am
G
Am
Knock, knock, knock, come on in , this is my house,
Em
Am
rain again, real niggas shit, I bring
F
Em
G
the pain again, it's some suckers in the game we in,
Am
I know you people think I'm angry but
I'm not, underground but I'm hot, all I got is the truth,
Em
and I give you what I got, some
Am
niggas are too old and tired, or young and stupid,
F
G
I'm a nigga with no patience, I shoot
quicker than
Am
G
Cupid, so put it in your deck and dupe it,
Am
pass it on, to see who bumpy
Em
Am
glassin' on, remember me, and the wild shit I did,
F
when I bodied him and raised his kids,
Am
G
Now it's grown and it's on
Am
If I'm this kinda nigga
when I'm livin'
G
Am
Imagine the kinda angel I'd be
Em
And all the foul niggas I'd see
Am
Great men can't be ruled,
my spirit is free
Em
G
And I rip a hole in every
fuckin' track given to me
Am
Pay attention,
G
you niggas closin' mainstream
Am
Fishin' through a wax song
Em
Am
lookin' for a hot verse
F
A hot word or a hot phrase
C
Em
Your record company's livin' proof,
G
nigga, crime pays
Am
G
Take you out nine ways and save ten
Am
For your no -lyric ass when
Em
you wanna do it again
Am
And as long as you keep it on wax,
I'll stay in print
F
G
But if you ever take it to the streets,
you'll never rhyme again
I'm the tester of the hard chant,
not many pass
Am
Matter of fact,
Em
not many motherfuckers come to class
G
Am
Cause they know I'll be all up in that ass
F
Like last night's dinner, and
Bumpy
G
Nux is the winner
Am
Yeah, knock, knock, knock, come on in
Em
This is my house, it ain't rainin' again
Am
Real nigga shit, I bring the pain again
E
And some suckers in
F#m
G
the game at the en d
Bumpy
Am
Nux, knock, knock,
knock, come on in
This is my house,
Wayne again
Real niggas shit, I bring the pain again
Em
E
And some suckas in the
Am
G
Am
game we in
This is my house
Em
Am
You know what mean?
And don't act like you don't know
F
what I'm talking about
G
Am
You got a problem with it?
G
When you see me, bring your game,
Am
baby
Em
We'll talk about it
Am
We'll fight about it
Maybe you wanna make a record and
G
Am
I got to write about it
Em
Am
I'm outspoken, get ready to go,
G
E
class over, the fuck out
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