{"source":"Free Chord Book","source_url":"https://www.free-chords.com","license_note":"Free for personal use. Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":2256113,"song":"No 8","artist":"Statik Selektah","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11475024-no-8-chords-by-statik-selektah/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/2256113?type=chord","rating":0,"votes":0,"content":"[Intro: Conway]\r\n[ch]Gb[/ch] [ch]Bbm[/ch]\r\n[tab][ch]Fm[/ch]\r\nYeah, you know who the fuck it is[/tab]\r\n[ch]Bbm[/ch]\r\n[tab][ch]Fm[/ch]\r\nY'all niggas pussy man[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bbm[/ch]\r\nI see it[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Fm[/ch]                                        [ch]Bbm[/ch]             [ch]Fm[/ch]\r\nNo wonder you walk around fuckin' mad all day, you broke![/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 1: Conway]\r\n[tab]            [ch]Bbm[/ch]\r\nAyo, Statik Selektah[/tab]\r\n[tab]                      [ch]Fm[/ch]\r\nI got these niggas strappin' their vest up[/tab]\r\nBitch niggas get to talkin', then I'm grabbin' the Heckler\r\n[tab] [ch]Bbm[/ch]                           [ch]Fm[/ch]\r\nMy OG's said, don't let these rap niggas stress ya, uh[/tab]\r\nEspecially a nigga you had under pressure\r\n[tab]    [ch]Bbm[/ch]                    [ch]Fm[/ch]\r\nThe Mac on the dresser, it had a compressor[/tab]\r\nSo you don't hear shit when it clappin it wet ya\r\n[tab]         [ch]Bbm[/ch]                      [ch]Fm[/ch]\r\nOut we lurkin' all day, and if I happen to catch ya, two things - black bag or a stretcher[/tab]\r\n[tab]                    [ch]Bbm[/ch]                          [ch]Fm[/ch]\r\nI'm back and I'm fresher, never been to college, nah[/tab]\r\nNever had a professor, but I just got a package from Hector, whoa\r\n[tab][ch]Bbm[/ch]                          [ch]Fm[/ch]\r\nI'm straight nigga, writing down a set of weight nigga[/tab]\r\nBut I'd rather be in the studio going apes nigga\r\n[tab][ch]Bbm[/ch]          [ch]Fm[/ch]\r\nYou just a rapper, stay in your place nigga[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                                [ch]Bbm[/ch]\r\nBefore I had the goons blickin at your wraith nigga[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Bbm[/ch]                        [ch]Fm[/ch]\r\nStay in your lane and be safe, nigga[/tab]\r\nOr get hit with the 30 in the face, nigga\r\n\r\n[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]\r\n[tab][ch]Bbm[/ch]                 [ch]Fm[/ch]\r\nAyo, no soul bitch sold my shit[/tab]\r\nYour pockets got holes I guess you're cheese, all swiss\r\n[tab][ch]Bbm[/ch]                          [ch]Fm[/ch]\r\nLet me squeeze tech got it running like boat, nigga[/tab]\r\nWhite stripes on the fatigue coat\r\n[tab][ch]Bbm[/ch]          [ch]Fm[/ch]\r\nFear of God high tops[/tab]\r\nMy rhyme's got a clean\r\ntime stop\r\n[tab][ch]Bbm[/ch]                   [ch]Fm[/ch]\r\nI never idolized no nigga, never![/tab]\r\nNever been shook of no nigga, never!\r\n[tab][ch]Bbm[/ch]           [ch]Fm[/ch]\r\nTook over the phones in the building[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                [ch]Bbm[/ch]\r\n18th street stabbed the nigga a million times[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]Fm[/ch]                       [ch]Bbm[/ch]\r\nI've seen it with my own eyes[/tab]\r\n[tab]          [ch]Fm[/ch]\r\nHe lost a bet on the Giants[/tab]\r\nAll you seen was chunks of that nigga flyin'\r\n[tab][ch]Bbm[/ch]\r\nNo CO's, somebody need to mop the shit up[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 3: Termanology]\r\nAyo, It's a stick up\r\n[tab][ch]Bbm[/ch]                       [ch]Fm[/ch]\r\nI'm in a castle blasted, throw you in a bath of acid[/tab]\r\nEvery word I spat is classic, ratchet in the lavish fashion\r\n[tab][ch]Bbm[/ch]                      [ch]Fm[/ch]\r\nI turn a shooter to a moving target[/tab]\r\nTrying to cop a Louis carpet\r\nWhen I do this shopping for this new apartment\r\n[tab][ch]Bbm[/ch]             [ch]Fm[/ch]\r\nThe leather MCM bag, it got dabs in it[/tab]\r\nMolly, Percocet, the piff and acid tabs in it\r\n[tab][ch]Bbm[/ch]                         [ch]Fm[/ch]\r\nI'm just a vandal, with a hammer, with a broken handle[/tab]\r\nRappers is broke, I'm going home to a Naomi Campbell\r\n[tab][ch]Bbm[/ch]                                [ch]Fm[/ch]\r\nVirgin Mary in my bed with a holy candle[/tab]\r\nHoly water in my bathtub with gold Roman sandals\r\n[tab][ch]Bbm[/ch]                            [ch]Fm[/ch]\r\nI'll rock a room but I'll be rockin' all across the globe[/tab]\r\nBut rewind I had a stocking on ready to rob your gold\r\n[tab][ch]Bbm[/ch]                          [ch]Fm[/ch]\r\nI'm quick to smash a cutie, even if she bad and boujee[/tab]\r\nMonogram Gucci, jacuzzi, now that's a future movie\r\n[tab][ch]Bbm[/ch]                       [ch]Fm[/ch]\r\nI'm Benny Blanco with a weapon running by the train[/tab]\r\nSilencer on the smoker put gun powder in your veins\r\n[tab][ch]Bbm[/ch]                        [ch]Fm[/ch]\r\nHopped a lot of planes, rocked a lot of chains, clocked a lot of fame[/tab]\r\nAnd you lil pussy boys not the same\r\nN.C.\r\n100 bottles in a week, celebrating life\r\nGave the door man $100 just to shake the ice\r\n[tab][ch]Bbm[/ch]                        [ch]Fm[/ch]\r\nPussy, I'll take your life from you with the rusty eight[/tab]\r\nEarthquake your soul when I'm busting with this Russian K\r\n[tab][ch]Bbm[/ch]                      [ch]Fm[/ch]\r\nSelling eight balls your boy made a ton of cake[/tab]\r\nNow we puffing eighths, getting blunted to this No. 8","plain_text":"[Intro: Conway]\nGb Bbm\n\nBbm\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 1: Conway]\n\n\nBitch niggas get to talkin', then I'm grabbin' the Heckler\n\nEspecially a nigga you had under pressure\n\nSo you don't hear shit when it clappin it wet ya\n\n\nNever had a professor, but I just got a package from Hector, whoa\n\nBut I'd rather be in the studio going apes nigga\n\n\n\nOr get hit with the 30 in the face, nigga\n\n[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]\n\nYour pockets got holes I guess you're cheese, all swiss\n\nWhite stripes on the fatigue coat\n\nMy rhyme's got a clean\ntime stop\n\nNever been shook of no nigga, never!\n\n\n\n\nAll you seen was chunks of that nigga flyin'\n\n\n[Verse 3: Termanology]\nAyo, It's a stick up\n\nEvery word I spat is classic, ratchet in the lavish fashion\n\nTrying to cop a Louis carpet\nWhen I do this shopping for this new apartment\n\nMolly, Percocet, the piff and acid tabs in it\n\nRappers is broke, I'm going home to a Naomi Campbell\n\nHoly water in my bathtub with gold Roman sandals\n\nBut rewind I had a stocking on ready to rob your gold\n\nMonogram Gucci, jacuzzi, now that's a future movie\n\nSilencer on the smoker put gun powder in your veins\n\nAnd you lil pussy boys not the same\nN.C.\n100 bottles in a week, celebrating life\nGave the door man $100 just to shake the ice\n\nEarthquake your soul when I'm busting with this Russian K\n\nNow we puffing eighths, getting blunted to this No. 8","chords":["Gb","Bbm","Fm","C"],"chord_diagrams":{"Fm":{"barres":[1],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[1,3,4,1,1,1],"frets":[1,3,3,1,1,1]}}}