No 8 chords by Statik Selektah feat. Westside Gunn , Conway (hip hop) , Termanology Guitar Chords

[Intro: Conway]
G# Cm
Gm
Yeah, you know who the fuck it is
Cm
Gm
Y’all niggas pussy man
Cm
I see it
Gm Cm Gm
No wonder you walk around fuckin’ mad all day, you broke!

[Verse 1: Conway]
Cm
Ayo, Statik Selektah
Gm
I got these niggas strappin’ their vest up
Bitch niggas get to talkin’, then I’m grabbin’ the Heckler
Cm Gm
My OG’s said, don’t let these rap niggas stress ya, uh
Especially a nigga you had under pressure
Cm Gm
The Mac on the dresser, it had a compressor
So you don’t hear shit when it clappin it wet ya
Cm Gm
Out we lurkin’ all day, and if I happen to catch ya, two things – black bag or a stretcher
Cm Gm
I’m back and I’m fresher, never been to college, nah
Never had a professor, but I just got a package from Hector, whoa
Cm Gm
I’m straight nigga, writing down a set of weight nigga
But I’d rather be in the studio going apes nigga
Cm Gm
You just a rapper, stay in your place nigga
Cm
Before I had the goons blickin at your wraith nigga
Cm Gm
Stay in your lane and be safe, nigga
Or get hit with the 30 in the face, nigga

[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Cm Gm
Ayo, no soul bitch sold my shit
Your pockets got holes I guess you’re cheese, all swiss
Cm Gm
Let me squeeze tech got it running like boat, nigga
White stripes on the fatigue coat
Cm Gm
Fear of God high tops
My rhyme’s got a clean
time stop
Cm Gm
I never idolized no nigga, never!
Never been shook of no nigga, never!
Cm Gm
Took over the phones in the building
Cm
18th street stabbed the nigga a million times
Gm Cm
I’ve seen it with my own eyes
Gm
He lost a bet on the Giants
All you seen was chunks of that nigga flyin’
Cm
No CO’s, somebody need to mop the shit up

[Verse 3: Termanology]
Ayo, It’s a stick up
Cm Gm
I’m in a castle blasted, throw you in a bath of acid
Every word I spat is classic, ratchet in the lavish fashion
Cm Gm
I turn a shooter to a moving target
Trying to cop a Louis carpet
When I do this shopping for this new apartment
Cm Gm
The leather MCM bag, it got dabs in it
Molly, Percocet, the piff and acid tabs in it
Cm Gm
I’m just a vandal, with a hammer, with a broken handle
Rappers is broke, I’m going home to a Naomi Campbell
Cm Gm
Virgin Mary in my bed with a holy candle
Holy water in my bathtub with gold Roman sandals
Cm Gm
I’ll rock a room but I’ll be rockin’ all across the globe
But rewind I had a stocking on ready to rob your gold
Cm Gm
I’m quick to smash a cutie, even if she bad and boujee
Monogram Gucci, jacuzzi, now that’s a future movie
Cm Gm
I’m Benny Blanco with a weapon running by the train
Silencer on the smoker put gun powder in your veins
Cm Gm
Hopped a lot of planes, rocked a lot of chains, clocked a lot of fame
And you lil pussy boys not the same
N.C.
100 bottles in a week, celebrating life
Gave the door man $100 just to shake the ice
Cm Gm
Pussy, I’ll take your life from you with the rusty eight
Earthquake your soul when I’m busting with this Russian K
Cm Gm
Selling eight balls your boy made a ton of cake
Now we puffing eighths, getting blunted to this No. 8