400 Degreez Chords by Juvenile

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[Verse]
Gm                                        
■  Ya see me I eat sleep shit and talk rap
             Gm                                     
Ya seen that ninetyeight mercedes on TV I bought dat
Gm                                    
I had some felony charges I fought dat
     G7                                         
Been sent to no return but still was bought back
Gm                                               
Nigga threw some slangs at me wardie I caught dat
  Gm                                                
I punished them lil bitches before they can car jack
        G7                         Gm                 
Now I'm lookin for they family and pile up the war bat
   Gm                                        
If I aint a hotboy then what do you call that
Gm                                      
Nigga disrespect me I'ma be in all black
Gm                                               
Companied by some niggas bout killin' and all dat
Gm                                 
Me Cory and Mercy gettin' dunked on
Gm                                      
Ride top down so we let the trucks pause
   Gm                       
In the jeep ridin' four deep
                     Eb                             
I booted up at these nigga claimin' they know me huh


[Inst]
Gm Eb Gm Eb Gm Eb
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[Verse]
Gm                            
Bitch what I'll bust ya ass up
      Gm                                           
Don't even go there wardie cuz I'm ready to mass up
G7                                            
I heard about the money thats some nice change
        Gm                                   
For the right price I'll bust the right range
          Gm                                  
Hard as a nigga try I can't do the right thing
G7                                        
Only God knows what the future might bring
      G7                                   
Nigga might be shy nigga might be triffling
      G7                                   
Nigga might survive if he buy that riffling
     G7                                         
With something that'll stop a nigga from playin'
             Gm                              
Sumin like a chopper or a grenade in his hand
G7                                      
Boy look nigga don't play no games no mo
G7                                       
Nigga'll bust ya head if you bang his hoe
Gm                                
Attitude adjustments do ya'll need
               Gm                        
Don't call the enforcements nigga call me
Gm                                         
I bet cha I'll get them niggas off yo block
Gm                                          
I bet cha I'll show them niggas this boy hot


[Inst]
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[Verse]
Gm                                
Alright stop cuz I done had enough
                 Gm                          
When it comes to my pockets I'm ready to bust
            G7                             
Baby let me get the keys to the rover truck
           G7                          
Man let me get this beef shit over brah
                Gm                           
Aint no bitches here I'm from the 'nolia brah
              G7       Gm               
Bust ya beefs head cuz it was told to us
G7                                                    
How I'ma be runnin' with these killas and backin' down
                             Gm                 
How I'ma look in front of my people like a clown
Gm                                      
The G code what we live by and we die by
    G7                                 
The book is what we will never abide by
G7                          
Niggas drive by gettin loose
            G7                                    
Beef'n with each other like a checker board in use
      Gm                   G7   
Up in compton or the watts nigga
          Gm              G7              
Up in New York ya keep'em open watch nigga
       G7                         
Foe ya played by a hit or retalion
          Gm                          
Or a fine young black females stallion
            Gm                             
Give me the keys to ya car and ya medallion
        G7                             
You far away from ya home you's a alien


[Inst]
C7 Eb Gm Eb Gm Eb Gm Eb
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[Solo]
Gm Eb Gm Eb Ebmaj7 Gm Eb Gm
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Eb Gm G7 Gm G7 Gm G7 Gm
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G7 Gm G7 Gm G7 Gm
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[Outro]

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