Dark hearted chords and lyrics - FREDDIE GIBBS

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[Verse 1]
[F]Yea[Dm]h (Space Rabbit[Em])
Yeah- yeah (yeah)
Yeah- yeah (Space Rabbit push a space
coupe straight out of Monaco, yeah)
I pray the choppa never [Dm]jam on me,
[C]yeah
I pray the Lord puts his hands on
me (yeah), yeah- yeah
I pray the [Am]choppa never jam

[Verse 2]
.30- 30 in my [F]hands
DEA and detective done got
me cuffed on that [Am]ambulance
[Dm]Nigga ain't no solvin' no murders,
welcome to Murderland
Send a hit and scratch off a hit,
bitch, I'm the murder man
[Am]Pray the Lord puts his hands on me
And I [Em]know I took a risk with this shit
when I put my hands on it
[Am]All my enemies watchin',
they plot and [Dm]plan on me
[Am]They gon' end up one of them dead
homies

[Verse 3]
'Cause how can a nigga [Am]stand on
it when it ain't the truth?
Pussy niggas [F]ran on me when
it's time to [Am]shoot
Motherfuck a [Dm]friend,
got them bitches out my crew
[C]I know you wouldn't fuck with me
if I didn't have no loot
'Cause I'm the one
that push a [Am]hard line
Tell me what niggas know
about hard times
[Em]Empty stomach get you
the heart to go do a homicide
I [Am]know some bitch niggas that snitch,
niggas [Dm]on my side
[Am]Still a rich nigga with
mob ties

[Verse 4]
'Cause, nigga, we [F]was locked in
Me and six of my niggas
in one [Dm]apartment
We was pushin' that molly,
[Am]powder [Em]and hard ten
Back when bitches,
they used to play with my heart then
Police might shoot me and kill
me over my [Dm]dark skin
Man, this game got me dark- hearted
[C]Smoke a chain like a alcoholic,
don't get me started
I thought we was gon' thug
it out to the end
But I guess that shit just
wasn't on the plans
I pray this [Am]choppa never jam

[Verse 5]
.30- 30 in my [F]hands
Shoot him if he ain't DOA,
we shoot up the [Am]am bulance
[Dm]Nigga ain't no solvin' no murders,
welcome to Murderland
Bulletproof my shit, they might hit it, bitch,
I'm the murder man
[Am]Dead nigga put his hands on me
I might [Em]pop another bottle and pour
one out for your dead homie
[Am]Swear my friends turnin' fed
on [Dm]me (bitch)
Man, they [Am]pussy niggas,
might take a stand on me

[Verse 6]
But how can a nigga [Am]stand on
it when it ain't the truth?
Pussy niggas [F]ran on me when
it's time to shoot
She think I'm her [Dm]man, baby,
I'm just knockin' boots
[C]I know you wouldn't fuck with me
if I didn't have no loot
'Cause I'm the one that push [Am]a hard line
Tell me what bitches know
about hard times
[Em]Empty stomach get you the heart
to go do a [Am]homicide
Know some bitch niggas that snitch,
niggas on [Dm]my side
[Am]Still a rich nigga with mob
ties

[Verse 7]
'Cause, nigga, we was [F]locked in
Me and six of my niggas
in one [Dm]apartment
We was pushin' that molly,
powder [Em]and hard ten
Back when bitches,
they used to play with my heart then
Police might shoot me and kill
me over my [Dm]dark skin
Man, this game got me dark- hearted
[C]Smoke a chain like a alcoholic,
don't get me started
I thought we was gon' thug
it out to the end
But I guess that shit just
wasn't on the plans
I pray [G]this [Am]choppa never [C]jam
[Am](uh, yeah- yeah)

[Verse 8]
I pray this [E]choppa never
jam (yeah- yeah)
I pray this choppa never [Am]jam on
[C]me (yeah- yeah)
I pray the [Am]Lord puts [E]his hands
on me (yeah- yeah)
[Esus4]I pray th[Am]is choppa never jam
[Dm]I pray this ch[Am]oppa never
jam (yeah- yeah)
I pray this choppa never
[F]jam on me (yeah- yeah)
[E]I p[C]ray the Lord[Em] puts his [Am]hands on me (yeah- yeah)

[Outro 1]
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