Sit 'Em Back Slow Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Am]Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh,
[G]uh, come on!
Yeah! (Can y[Am]ou hear that shit?)
[G]Yeah! (Can you [Am]hear [G]that shit!?)
[Am]Fall [G]bac[Am]k, for the 40 cal clap
Slugs burn like hot grits
on Al Green's back
Fuck what you heard,
fuck what they talking 'bout
We chalk 'em out,
you fuckin' with a legend
And I still keep it funky
(that's right)
Jump up, I'm gonna shoot you down on
the back pockets to your Red Monkeys
[G]You're on and your H [Am]owe[?] me love,
then fuck it
You're gettin' [G]money,
I can't get [Am]none with you, then fuck ya
Let me explain the bullshit
The same bullshit that make me want
to hit your ass with a full clip
It ain't enough love being spread
Love scene is over,
it's all hate, so blood gon' shed
A nigga got goons, a nigga need red
My homey just bought a whip
and the shit need rims
And [G]ya'll niggas flossin' hard on [Am]a nigga,
so fuck ya
I [G]don't respect a G,
mother[Am]fucker so fuck ya
This is that, Riker's Island rap,
for the block cash
On the block scrap,
posted up gettin' that dough
Love for the block huggers
gettin' that dough
40 cal for them cocksuckers, sit
'em back slow!
What ya'll [G]know about [Am]hood love?
Bang out, shoot [G]out,
got [Am]goons to sit 'em back slow
You should [G]know about my [Am]hood love
This ain't a [G]demo, you know my M.O.,
sit 'em back [Am]slow
East coast boogie, boulevard bundled up
Cold corner Remy shots, four,
five will numb you up
Crushed purple haze,
placed in a honey dutch
By any means, hustlers,
get your money up
Strategic tactics, beliefs is backwards
Sights of homicide on the streets is graphic
In [G]front [Am]of [?] niggas
freeze in traffic
With they [Gm]drug transac[G]tions,
the [Am]love can't happen
To each his own, we beef, we grown
It's doe or die from day one,
I'm in a deeper zone
No disguise, still alive, I reach for chrome
So either way it goes down,
I'mma hold shit down
Boppin' to Chris Brown,
hop it to brick pound[?]
Showin' the 40 fully,
Bape hoody's zipped down
[G]Pass me the piff round,
death [Am]is all I see
Since my [Gm]return, [Am]all eyes on me
This is that,
Riker's Island knock sittin' rap flow
For them blocks getting things,
monsters gettin' that dough
The block huggers know the style,
triple that dough
40 cal for them cocksuckers, sit
'em back slow!
I get [G]it flowin' like it's
[Am]water (brrraaaaat!)
I think you oughta [G]support a nigga
[Am]that sit 'em back slow
[G]The offspring [Am]of a quin[?] and a conflict,
William [G]Danze
Aw shit! This nigga [Am]sit 'em back slow
So (floss!) with your big shit,
your big whips and all
(Floss!) You got big chips,
your shit sick, but dog
Who did ya'll call when it came to
the rugged terrain
For the struggle and pain with the love
in his vein? (Billy!)
You mean to tell me this
the thanks I get
For keeping East Coast on the map
with that gangsta shit?
[G]I think som[Gm]ebody need
[Am]to check for the glitch
And call [Gm]Hollywood and tell
them start [Am]correctin' the script
See I, Danze, did it, spit it off
the muscle with it
Dominated the shit,
that's why you niggas tussled with it
Yes, yes, I watched how
you struggled with it
Felt my position that you niggas
would love to get it
Ain't nothing change about me,
it ain't the same without me
The game won't bang without me,
it's something you bang about me
It's something [G]down about [Am]me, mile
about me, piles [G]about me
Something [Am]slick about me, rick about me,
prince about me
What ya'll [G]know about hood love?
[Am]Bang out, shoot out,[G]
got [Am]goons to sit 'em back slow
You should [G]know about
my [Am]hood love
This ain't a [G]demo, you know my M.O.,
[Am]sit 'em back slow

[Outro 1]
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