Mista Mista

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       Mista mista   Can I get five 
dollars   So I can get something to 
eat

etc...

Em
Mista mista
Em/D#
Can I get five dollars
Em/D                    C#m/E
So I can get something to eat

Em
Hell no motherfucka
Em/D#
You can’t get no money from me
Em/D
Cause everytime I give you a dollar
C#m
You go get shot up with more and 
more needles    And you tell me that

Em              Em/D#
you’re drug free
Em/D    C#m/E
Drug free

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Em
Mista mista
Em/D#
I haven’t ate anything for a week
Em/D            C#m/E
Can I get a quarter?


Em
Hell no motherfucka
                Em/D#
What can a quarter get you?
                Em/D
Nothing motherfucka
          C#m/E
You are just fucked up
          C#m/E
Off them fucked up drugs
          C#m/E
You know you need to leave alone
          C#m/E
But you keep telling me that

Em
you’re drug free
Em/D#
Motherfucka
Em/D                            
You ain’t drug free, you’re a 
C#m/E
fiend

          Am       D
And everytime      I try to help you
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You pretend   as if    it’s okay
C
Then later on in the week
C                                 
You go back to shootin’ needles, 
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to sniffin’
                        B7
Oh my love my god but you told me 
you were

Em
drug free
Em/D#
Drug free
Em/D
You ain’t drug free motherfucka
C#m/E                        
So you damn well, can’t get no 
                         Em
motherfuckin money for me ee e