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Til The End Chords by Lloyd Banks

  • Key: Eb
  • BPM: 86
  • Capo: no capo

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TIL THE END CHORDS

[Start]

[Intro]
C Fm Cm Fm Cm F7
          
C7 C C7
    


[Verse]
              C7                                
{*alarm clock goes off door opens kids playing*}
C7                                                
{*sounds of traffic gun being loaded shots fired*}
                 C                              
Nobody dead knew they would die before they woke
              C                                          
They probably started off a beautiful day with weed smoke
                              C7                   
Out of last night's pussy the murder that she wrote
                              F7             
Cold sweatin from a nightmare mind on a Cnote
                                      C                     
You leave the door with intentions of fulfillin your visions
Fm                                                             
Constantly sidetracked thinkin bout who's your man or who isn't
      C7                                     
Maybe it's necessary maybe you're overreactin
      Fm                                                 
Maybe your actual downfall is that ho that you're clappin
C                                                          
Maybe your pillow conversations been controllin the actions
Fm                                                         
Maybe your homey overheard and never told you what happened
    C                                                               
You look behind you when you turn the corner cause death is promised
    Fm                                                       
You done seen some niggas go before ya the threats are honest
                          C                    
And with that lingerin in the back of your head
         Fm                                                   
You know it's possible that you won't make it back in your bed
C             C7                                  
The confusion and jealousy and dishonor'll spin ya
Fm                                                     Cm
But then none come worse than when that gunpowder's in ya


[Chorus]
          C                             
If you my nigga you my nigga til the end
       Fm                              
Fuck a   bill fuck a bitch fuck a Benz
Cm                    
Let's toast til we die
                          Fm                           
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky la da da
C                                   Fm
If you my nigga you my nigga til we go
       Fm                               
One of the few I would take a bullet fo'
Cm                    
Let's toast til we die
                              Fm                       
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky la da da


[Verse]
C                                  
The smell of marijuana reeks off me
  Fm                                               
I raise hell 'fore I speak softly caught in the mix
C                                                        
Put at least a hungred grand on one hand bought him a six
Fm                                                        
Acknowledged the weaknesses that his man taught him to fix
Cm                                                    
We ain't never left the hood so we camcorded the trips
  Fm                                                   
I done watched the nigga go from BET to the Bricks shit
Cm                        C                     
The slanted eyes what the chocolate thai gave me
    Fm                                    C   
I'm a bachelor nigga you ain't knockin my lady
      C                                      
A lot of these niggas been jockin mine lately
                               Fm               
And I hope you catch this long nap rockabye baby
C                                             
We two brothers pitched outta different mommas
Fm                                                 
Close enough to conflict and put the shit behind us
                       C      
Your baby boy meet the daytime
                         Fm                      
Oldest watchin and these niggas tryin to get mine
                   Cm                        
Remember back then the lines in your flat top
                      Fm                 Cm  
Hopin your moms ain't the momma on crack rock


[Chorus]
                    C                   
If you my nigga you my nigga til the end
     Fm                             
Fuck a bill fuck a bitch fuck a Benz
Cm                    
Let's toast til we die
                          Fm                           
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky la da da
C                                     
If you my nigga you my nigga til we go
Fm                                      
One of the few I would take a bullet fo'
Cm                    
Let's toast til we die
                          Fm                           
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky la da da


[Verse]
                         C                     
Keep my mind on my money and my head to the sky
  Fm                                                    
I never really smile much if you was here you'd know why
Cm                                                
There's frustration and fire if you look in my eye
    Fm                                     
The media fuckin me up right hookin my high
Cm                                              
Niggas hated on us 'fore the game took us inside
          Fm                                              
Then they opened they arms wide took the whoopin and cried
      Cm                                             
I got a platinum plaque hangin on the wall of my crib
F7                                                       
And handsome's one of the things they been callin the kid
     C7                              Cm               
They watch you close when you coppin all the VS stones
       Fm                                            
If you ain't tryin to get it poppin leave the BS home
  C                        Cm                 
I got a saditty broad that gives the best dome
    Fm                                                      
And I'm blowin on some of the finest weed that's grown homes
                         C               
You won't know when they gon' dump a slug
        Fm                                                       C   
But you can tell I'm gettin money from the line out in front the club
                     Cm                       Fm   
My whole click caked up you can't compare the dough


[Chorus]
                     C     Fm      Cm                  
And if it's only one bitch   then we gon' share the ho
                Fm     C             Fm    
If you my nigga you my nigga til the   end
     Fm                             
Fuck a bill fuck a bitch fuck a Benz
Cm                    
Let's toast til we die
                          Fm                   C Fm C  Fm C    
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky    la   da da
                                 Fm   
If you my nigga you my nigga til we go
                 C7    Fm F7 Fm    
One of the few I would     take a


[Outro]
C Fm Cm C Fm Cm Fm Cm
             
Fm C7 C Fm C Fm Cm Fm
             
Cm Fm C7 Cm Fm C Fm C
             


[End]
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