Rebirth Chords by Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

[Start]

[Chorus]
Am C G F
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                Am                    C     G    F             
Everybody wanna sound like sound like sound like Bone Bone Bone
Am                                                       
Everybody wanna rap like rap like rap like Bone Bone Bone
   C7                  G                                          
As we continue to pick up the pieces they follow us kings 'til the
              F                                   
Deadly issues ■ of telekinesis better show love or


[Verse]
F                                
Hold down welcome to the showdown
  C7                                                
I think it's 'bout time Lil' Layzie let 'em know now
                                   G              
Take it to the streets and let the pumppump go pow
Gm7                                        
Take my style let me show you how I go wild
        Gm7                          
Now you playin with a fully grown man
       C7                                      
With a fully blown plan and a fully loaded clip
                                 Gm7                  
I'mma go up in your shit I don't play with little kids
     Gm7                                  
I'll spank that ass boy you know who we is
                                       Gm7     
My homies the greatest I roll with the best see
                      Gm7       
Who in the fuck wanna test these
                Gm7                
Niggas from the SCT CLE We got heat
      Gm7                            
Y'all know what happened to the thief
         Gm7                                                   
When the king catch him stealin got his hands in the cookie jar
Gm7                                        
Off with his hand fuck it off with his head
         F                                                    
Make him stand front and center let me see what the rookie got
Am                                       
Bet a nigga ain't got nothin they bluffin
C                                   
Tryin to come up on somethin bubblin
G                                       
I'mma say this really really really loud
F                                          
Y'all wanna bubble I'll bust them rush them
Am                                      
Trust him never on a whole 'nother level
   C                                       
If God the creator then y'all niggas devils
    G                                       
The fight won't end 'til the war get settled
    F                                          
And Bone gon' win cause them Bone niggas rebels
F               
Playa yeah nigga


[Chorus]
           Am                
They don't wanna see me shine
                           C                                     
Everybody wanna sound like Bone though come back in the Bone zone
   G                                F             
If you just beginnin with the daddy you don't know
                 Am                                  
They call me the granddad Granddaddy of the Bone flow
     C                                      G      
Well little lazy rappers obviously we never figured
     G                                          
This would be the lick and we'd be next to shine
    F                                   
And we got everybody screamin and singin
          Am                              
But these outofshape suckers need exercise
                         C     
So I'mma get up in their mental
                            G           
I'mma work 'em out over the instrumental
                                       F     
Give 'em a criminal rhythm the lyrical nympho
                                      F            
Wanna see the wicked better know what you're in fo'
      C7                    C                       
First offense that could be forgiven you didn't know
            G                              
Second time I got up in 'em like here we go
               F                           
No matter what they sayin we still the most


[Verse]
F                                    
Realest that ever did it feel me flow
C7                                 
Everybody want a little bit of this
                                       C7   
The lil' Krayzie Layzie Bizzy Wish and Flesh
                  C7                                            
A little taste so they can test and make 'em see how we the best
    F7                                     C7                         
And how we realer than the rest don't flex cause the pump gon' get 'em
    C7                                              
I'm like a bullet to the chest suffer cardiac arrest
                          C7                                      
That's so hard that I can still get their heart and leave 'em dead
         C7              
Give 'em all they can get
                                          C7              
Send them suckas to the lyric cemetery or the rap hospital
      C7            
Never no competition
      C7                                  
C'mon now let me take you back to The Land
               C7                 
You know where the heart of it all
                                       G            
In nineteen ninetythree when we was up out the scene
                     C7                                             
The fellas with hell of a harmony with the flow hooked up with EazyE
                                                    C7              
Shook up the industry and y'all just in time to get another facelift
                                                C7  
Certainly this somethin that you wouldn't wanna miss
                                                         C7  
The drama when it hit the fan we got 'em trippin off the gift
          C7                               
And split a wig up with a pretty sick twist
           F7                         
We working like a surgeon on your dome
                                       F             
Exactly what I cut you with is sharper than a scalpel
                       Am                            C          
Actually it's too many Bone Thug clones and they all malpractice
C                                   
Arrested and send 'em to the gallows
                   G                   
My Trues brought a style that's unfound
                                              F        
And you can feel it naturally but we ain't no magicians
       F                                       
Really ain't no thang to make a fraud disappear
Am                                 
Steady givin what they love to hear
                                           C               
We make 'em listen up close everybody know we got the dough
                                                   G           
We choppin nothin but missiles still the nigga who the greatest
G                                    
Y'all lost can't even afford the cost
        F                                                           
This is authentic and nothin that's dealin with the worldwide bosses
                                 F    
We got the sauce baby we got the juice
                                    F  
We keep 'em in a frenzy fiendin for mo'


[Chorus]
Am                                        C      
On the ThugLine with FBG seventh Sign and Mo Thug
                               G            
Once again we about to blow we about to blow
                          F          
Set it off explode set it off explode
                      Am                     
I'mma treat it like a race and I gotta win it
             Am7                          C       
Ahead of you bums with the Bone flow Thug invented
                            G                     
Haters wonder why them thug niggas still gettin in
                                       F                    
Nothin changed the game like we did so we here still with it
                        Am            
Gotta tell the truth we changed thangs
Am                                     
Bringin somethin new that's everlasting
C                                      
I'mma keep it real it's next to nothing
G                                   
Doin the same thing is less creating
F                                     
Flow just borin your spit's just corny
Am                                     C7                       
What happened to old bitin self Writin battles done face to face
C7                          
I miss those days these days
G                                            
Ghost writers fake artists with nothin to say
              F                                            
I'mma give it where it's due my street dudes just stay cool


[Verse]
                             C                         
I know I got you when I need to pop it you'll let loose
                                      G                
And you don't wanna see a Thugsta hit with a Grey Goose
                                           F      
Or we could buy the bar just stay cool and we good
F                                         
Recognize street thug coulda been all hood
           C7                               
The flow's so love thugs reppin in all hoods
                                 C             
Pick up on it never fully get it this Bone flow
C                                         
Smilin hatin but you see me on the low low
       G                        C7                               
In the game with the number one straight from the Cleveland slums
F                                               Am    
Straight off the block never hustle to the flo' though
                   C                           
Keep it or not how them Bone Thugs came through
                        G            
Yeah yeah we took it to another level
      G           
Level level yeahhh
                            F                        
As soon as I'm receivin the call now give me the ball
      F                                
I run with the dawgs then keep the ball
         Am                                                     
Now meet me at the mall you can check on every shelf on the wall
                 C                                       
They makin money off the Bone Thugs equipped for the show
                   G                         
With a knife in my back everybody rappin fast
                                           F               
But the harmony ain't in it and now that's too much to pass
F                         
Now that's too much to ask
               Am                      C              
Let me pick up my brass ball style and change up c'mon
                              G                        
My trigger finger's uncovered my carpel tunnel was gone
                          F                                    
It was written and rippin problems like water flowin in humbles
                                  Am                      
I'm walkin with seven shovels the grave diggers and others
                           C                 
Nobody understands the man clones now shut up
                          G                                       
I'm quicker than a boogey wicked monster never just like the movie
                            F          
We know when to pray to God do whatever
   F                                   
We get the hustle on in the spring fall


[Chorus]
Am C G G7 F
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Am                                  C           
In summer and winter months we gon' praise Jesus
           G                               F      Am C
Don't even represent us like we ain't said nothin ■  ■
                      G                           
Present the flow then grow know where we come from
F                               
Sun gon' shine in equinox rhymin
Am                              
Layzie perfect timin grab my gun
                      C7               
What's up to my nigga young Hova Twista
C7                    
Bun B Pimp C AC Killer
               G             
Get your money get your paper
                                          F               Am C G
Elevate like my nigga DMX here's a prayer God bless playa ■  ■ ■


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