100 Chords by The Game

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[Intro]
Cmaj7                
■     Real nigga shit
                                Gmaj7   Em7   Dm7 F     Cmaj7
Other night at your crib it was like me Black ■   forty OB   
                                    B7  
We just sittin' there talkin' 'bout life
                        F                      G7   
Played some beats but I forgot to tell you one thing


[Verse]
Cmaj7 C7                            
■     Niggas called me to set you up
B7                            
Want me to come and wet you up
                         B7               
'cause you a out of town nigga like Biggie
      B7                       
Heard about the shit with Diddy
     D7                       G7
So I came through to vest you up
            C        Cmaj7                
And I got a vest for forty a vest for Hush
                 B7                                     
A vest for every nigga with an owl on his chest and what
      E7        
I got LA unified
                          D7                     G7        
You better off committin' suicide teachers ain't testin' us
    C                        Cmaj7       
See I know how it feel to be platinumplus
          B7                                       
Niggas is jealous of you so they try to wrap you up
                    E7             
Tax you up but it's OVO/Blood Money
D7                G7                           
Nigga catch these bullets like he catch the bus
               C7          
Dawg fame is a motherfucker
     B7                                           
Do a nigga four favors when you can't do the fifth
              E7    
How soon they forget
              D7                            G7            
Run up on you at your granny house give you nine like Fif'
C7                                       
■  How a nigga s'posed to love you niggas
B7                                                     
Heart beatin' fast when I dap and when I hug you niggas
    B7                             
Dre told me not to trust you niggas
     D7                          G7             
Your energy off you're finicky I rush you niggas
C C7                                      B7              
■ Just walkin' 'round the crib like Why a nigga can't live
                                  E7    
Get this money fuck these bitches though
E7                          
Thinkin' 'bout the beef like
       D7                      G7            C7      
We can pass these mothafuckin' straps like a physical
B7                                 
This my city nigga e'rybody know it
                           E7               
Ridin' 'round town just me and my Four Pound
D7               G7                                
Tucked in my Tom Fords hopin' I ain't gotta show it
                 C7                                  B7  
La niggas be the craziest these niggas do some shady shit
                             E7                 
Niggas'll run up on your car catch you off guard


[Chorus]
         F                                          
Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit forty I'm fucked up
G                C          G                         
Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit
D                                                      
Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit
G7               C                 G                                  
Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do with me
                                                                  G      
All I ever asked is keep it eight more than ninetytwo with me one hundred
         G      
Yeah one hundred
      G                        
All I ever asked is one hundred
     C7          B7
Yeah one hundred ■ 
D7         G7    C7 B7 E7 D7 G7  C Cmaj7
All I ever asked ■  ■  ■  is one ■ ■    


[Verse]
                      B7                             
Thank me later thanks for nothin' thanks for bluffin'
             E7                                  
Thank you so so much for wearin' your true colors
   Dm7                          
To every single fuckin' function
                C                    Cmaj7      
Had niggas tell me to my face how we were family
             B7                                             
And how they love me while they were skimmin' off the budget
E7                                                D    
Now when I see 'em they're the ones that's actin' funny
D                             
People been reachin' out to me
C                                          B7
And I'm on some straight unresponsive shit ■ 
B7                          
I would have so many friends
   Em                              D7             
If I didn't have money respect and accomplishments
        G7                  
I would have so many friends
                             C7              B7         
If I held back the truth and I just gave out compliments
                                 Em             
I would have all of your fans if I didn't go pop
                               D7  
And I stayed on some conscious shit
                          Cmaj7  
I would have so many more friends
                            G         
If I lost my success and my confidence
                                     Em7                 
I'm in the club every time that they play the competition
                      Dm7         F     G                      Cmaj7
If they even play the competition and I seen the response they get  
                              G                    
Yeah nobody's even hearin' it on top of the pyramid
                    G              
Might go to Jamaica disappear again
                       F           Gsus4                  
My circle got so small that it's a period sayin' to myself
Cmaj7                       G                         
Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit


[Chorus]
                            F                          
Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit
Cmaj7                                                                 
Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do with me
                            F               G7                           
All I ever asked is keep it eight more than ninetytwo with me one hundred
C7               B7
Yeah one hundred ■ 
Em Dm7                 G7  C       C7 B7
■  All I ever asked is one hundred ■  ■ 
Em D               
■  Yeah one hundred
           C7          
All I ever asked is one


[Verse]
                                C7   
Miss four Cent that was my real nigga
B7                                         
Held a nigga down since he was a lil' nigga
                E7                  D7    
If he was still alive he would kill niggas
           G7                   
He was Lil Snupe I was Meek Mill
C7                                                        
Niggas know how it feel when you missin' your nigga though
B7                                    
Can't think so you roll up that indigo
          E7                         
Stressin' while drivin' down Figuero'
D       D7                G7                 C7        
Blowin' kush clouds until his ghost is in my Ghost damn
                                         B7                 
Make a real nigga wanna give his life to God like Here it go
D7        G7                                               
Screamin' Frog name at the clouds they don't hear me though
                    C                      B7    
Guess they too busy with twoPac and Biggie though
    B7                         
You niggas don't feel me though
                                   E7          
That was on Suge's watch I'll take Suge's watch
            D7            G7                             C     
You dissin' Drizzy that's cool but don't come to my city though
C7               
Not even to HTown
B7                                          
So underground that I gotta be a trill nigga
B7                             
Strapped up from the waist down
D7                      G7                     
That's word to Pimp C J Prince is my real nigga
C                       C7              
Shit was so simple when Henchman was out
B7                                         
He had a young nigga right there with Meech
B7                                
So happy when Bleu Davinci got out
D7                  G7                
We came up on these California streets
                 C7             Em             B7        
La niggas be the craziest these niggas do some shady shit
          B7                                    
Niggas'll run up on your car catch you off guard
         D7            G7       
Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit
            Cmaj7                                
Got a nigga confused but why a nigga gotta choose
           B7                                             
Don't even matter dawg 'cause I'm a always be a real nigga
            E7        
Always be a real nigga
  F                       G7                      
I never learned how to be nothin' but a real nigga
G                C          G                         
Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit
                                              G7       
Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit
C     G7         C                 G7                                 
Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do with me
                         F                  G7                Cmaj7      
All I ever asked is keep it eight more than ninetytwo with me one hundred


[Chorus]
     Em7        
Yeah one hundred
Dm7                     Cmaj7  
All I ever asked is one hundred
     D   Em7    
Yeah one hundred
G                      
All I ever asked is one


[Outro]
C7 B7 D G7 C Cmaj7
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B7 Em7 D G
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