No Moreによるコード
Jay-z
Jay-z

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キー: G minor
Verse 1
Am
Am
Somebody's pulling
me close to the ground.
I ain't panicked.
I've been here before.
Seems like only yesterday
when I got up on that stage,
in front of that crowd,
and showed them who was who
and what was what.
Man, look at these suckers.
I ain't no rapper.
I'm a hustler.
Just so happens I know how to rap.
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Em
Okay! I'm reloaded!
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Bm
Am
Am
Uh -huh.
Let's get it again, nigga.
Em
Em
I'm real young
Am
Am
Em
Em
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Bm
I'm real young
Am
Am
I'm real young
I'm young
Em
Em
I'm real young
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Am
Am
I'm young
I'm real young
A lot of speculation
Em
Em
on the monies I've made
Bm
Bm
Am
Am
Punnies I've slayed
How is E for real?
Is that nigga really paid?
Em
Em
Bm
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Am
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Hustlers I've met or dealt with dir ect
Is it true he's state of beef
and slept with a tent?
Em
Em
What's the position you hold?
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Bm
Can you really match a triple
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Am
platinum artist?
Fuck my butt but only a single
going gold
Rockefeller shit fold
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Bm
Am
Am
And you're left out in the cold
Is it back to charging motherfuckers
11 for a 0?
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Em
For the millionth time asking me
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Bm
Questions like Wendy Williams
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Am
harassing me
Then get upset when I catch feelings
Em
Em
Bm
Bm
Can I get a minute to breathe?
And in that minute you leave
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Am
While I'm looking at my roll
Ice spinning on my sleeve
Em
Em
Ugh, nice watch
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Bm
Do you really have a spot?
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Am
Like you said in front of Vogue
And if so, what block?
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Em
What you doing in L .A.
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Bm
Am
Am
With Filipinos in es says
Latinos in Chevettes down
by Pico with Frederico
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Em
I answer all y questions but
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Am
Am
then y got to go
Now the question I ask you
is how bad you wanna know
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Em
Bm
Bm
Black! York!
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I'm New York!
I'm New York!
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I got the feel of y 'all
Gm
Gm
C
C
Uh! No mustache
Gm
Gm
Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more
About crime no more
To I'm no more
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Cause I'm so raw
Gm
Gm
My flow expose hoes that
they find in yours
Was it for me,
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C
niggas still be dying for whores
Gm
Gm
But I hate when the niggas sit back,
I'm ironing yours
Young blood, you better get that,
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C
we fryin' because
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Gm
Niggas don't wanna be confined
to riding the iron horse
And don't listen to the rappers,
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yo, they dying to floss
Gm
Gm
I used to be OT, applying the force
Shoot up the whole block,
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C
then the iron I toss
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Gm
Come back with the click
playing Diana Ross
I'm the boss,
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C
and this is how it's gon' be
Gm
Gm
Burnt the turnpike while
Miles on the beat
I got miles to feed till they
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put flowers on me
Gm
Gm
And kiss my cold cheek,
chicks crying like I was cold cheeks
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Cm
Tombstone, Reedy was holding no leaks
Gm
Gm
Started from the crack game
and then so sweet
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Cm
Freaked it to the rap game, Jigga the OG
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Gm
On MTV, telling them how I sold D
And used to bag work
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Cm
up out of apartment 4B
Gm
Gm
Me and my homie started out coldies
Picked a mailbox lock cause I
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C
ain't have no key
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Gm
Had the cable with the anchor
when Jazz made Sophie
Then I went low key,
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but now I'm back, it's on,
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Gm
motherfuckers
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Cm
Gm
Gm
Jigga, uh -huh, yeah, Rockefeller, yo
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Gm
Gm
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Cm
Uh, uh, Phyllis
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Gm
Cm
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Gm
Gm
You

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