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C Em Em

[Chorus]

C  Em
So long, boy you so gone
          Em
You gonna learn not to fuck with me
                       Em
(Don't bring it around here)
We don't play no games and if you 
            Em
wanna go to war
There ain't nothing to say (Don't 
                C
bring it around here)

[Verse]

                         Em
What the fuck wrong with that boy, 
get him, I ain't got time to be 
toyin' with 'em
       Em
When a shotgun hit 'em, then he 
gonna go
He gonna know not to fuck with me no
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 more, Can't breathe no more
Em
Throw that bitch in the back of the 
truck
    Em
And we gonna go dump you somewhere, 
So deep that even we don't know
C                     Em
We ridin', you ridin' with us or you
 gon' get ran over
Em
When I say we ridin' I ain't talkin'
 Range Rover
Em
Lifted up trucks give a fuck about a
 boulder
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Shotgun in the rack hangin' right 
above my shoulder
C                Em
Poster with your face on it
Face it, these bullets hit you in 
    Em
the face, Fuck your shit up more 
than braces
                    Em
Ammo come in by the cases, Have you 
leanin' like the Matrix
           Em
Why you're family settin' up the 
wake and all they sayin' is (Sayin' 
is)

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[Chorus]

C  Em
So long, boy you so gone
          Em
You gonna learn not to fuck with me 
(Don't bring it around here)
Em                                
We don't play no games and if you 
            Em
wanna go to war
There ain't nothing to say (Don't 
                Em
bring it around here)
C  Em
So long, boy you so gone
          Em
You gonna learn not to fuck with me 
(Don't bring it around here)
Em
We don't play no games
                       Em
And if you wanna go to war, There 
ain't nothing to say (Don't bring it
 around here)

[Verse 2]

C                     Em
Are you still talkin' shit, huh
You won't go away, just like a 
Em
hiccup, Bitch I hit you I promise 
you won't get up
C                      Em
Get out my hair, don't bring that 
shit around here, boy, leave it be
                Em
Or you're gonna see the bottom of a 
fuckin' creek, RIP
     C          Em
Yea, Bubba, bad motherfucker tires 
smokin' burnin' rubber
Em
Dirt and mud we got you covered, 
Bitch I put you six feet under
C           Em
Pistol underneath my seat,I go to 
war, you go to sleep
    E
And I know that you heard of me
N.C.
Hell yea, hell yea
      C                     Em
Th-th-that boy A-Cal with a 50 cal, 
I'm in your town and run that shit, 
yee yee
      Em
Don't play around, I'll lay you 
down, Should've known boy not to 
fuck with me
B                     Em
Should've know better not to throw 
with 'em, Have you runnin' back like
 Jerome Bettis
     E
I'll light you up with that hot lead
     E5
Then dump you off in the cold river
  C                  Em
I don't give a fuck, no fear, Crack 
your head then a cold beer
Em
You ain't known here, don't go 
there, Get dumped on a dirt road 
here
      B             Em
Got a 12 gauge, I'm well paid, 
Bought lots of bullets, put you 
front page
E
Them headlines, you dead
          Em
I'm doing just fine, while the 
papers sayin'


[Chorus]
C  Em
So long, boy you so gone
          Em
You gonna learn not to fuck with me 
(Don't bring it around here)
Em
We don't play no games and
                   Em
If you wanna go to war, There ain't 
nothing to say (Don't bring it 
around here)
C  Em
So long, boy you so gone
          Em
You gonna learn not to fuck with me 
(Don't bring it around here)
Em
We don't play no games and
                   Em              
If you wanna go to war, There ain't
 nothing to say (Don't bring it 
       C
around here)

[Otro]

Em Em
                      C
Don't bring it around here
Em Em
                      C
Don't bring it around here
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