Intro
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DJ Khaled, oh
the streets is fed up (who else nigga?)
C# Eb
we fed up (we the best) F#
the runners, usher talk to em
[Chorus]
[Usher]
B Ebm
it was all a dream yeah homey I am on my job
F# C# Ebm
and you can’t take that away from me (can’t take that away)
B Ebm
yeah I got my team and I got all of my niggas behind me (see me nigga)
F# C# Ab
and they give me the love I need (yeah)
B Ebm
I got my foot in the door we still hustlin for more
F# C# Ebm
check in the game and back in the light (yeahh)
B Ebm F#
I’m fed up (ayy) I’m fed up (ayy) I’m fed up (ay)
B C#
I’m so sick and tired of being sick and tired
[Verse 1]
[Young Jeezy]
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I am absolutely positively on my grizzy
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even though I’m sick and I’m tired I gets busy
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started a 62 but it ended up a frisbee
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and me I like to sit at the stove until I’m dizzy
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ball so hard it’s like I brought the game with me
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left my glove so white you thought I brought jermaine with me
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bout to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me
(I’m fed up, I’m fed up)
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I give it all up before I let the fame get me
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I got niggas tryna sue me bitches tryna do me
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way these niggas actin you’d a thought they never knew me
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but these niggas know me and half them niggas owe me
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I’m fed up probably why I’m actin like the old me
[Chorus]
[Usher]
B Ebm
it was all a dream yeah homey I am on my job
F# C# Ebm
and you can’t take that away from me (can’t take that away)
B Ebm
yeah I got my team and I got all of my niggas behind me (see me nigga)
F# C# Ab
and they give me the love I need (yeah)
B Ebm
I got my foot in the door we still hustlin for more
F# C# Ebm
check in the game and back in the light (yeahh)
B Ebm F#
I’m fed up (ayy) I’m fed up (ayy) I’m fed up (ay)
B C#
I’m so sick and tired of being sick and tired
[Verse 2]
[Rick Ross]
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I’m sick and tired of you suckas so now I’m fed up
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somebody catch the chain I’m bout to tear his head off
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shorty bendin over know I’m bout to tear it up
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before you let your top back get your bread up
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made history but now we claimin victory
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get ya out the white house go back to your efficiencies
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suckas feel me and I know you haters hear me
(I’m fed up, I’m fed up)
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like IRS you wonderin what I’m makin yearly
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let them brown bags circulate (stack) so I perpetrate (never)
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we shining in the bottom cause we down to twekalate
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lookin at the parking lot better get your mind right
Db-F# B-Ebm
I hope you fed up being broke because the times right (Ross)
[Chorus]
[Usher]
B Ebm
it was all a dream yeah homey I am on my job
F# C# Ebm
and you can’t take that away from me (can’t take that away)
B Ebm
yeah I got my team and I got all of my niggas behind me (see me nigga)
F# C# Ab
and they give me the love I need (yeah)
B Ebm
I got my foot in the door we still hustlin for more
F# C# Ebm
check in the game and back in the light (yeahh)
B Ebm F#
I’m fed up (ayy) I’m fed up (ayy) I’m fed up (ay)
B C#
I’m so sick and tired of being sick and tired
[Verse 3]
[Drake]
Ebm
Uh, me and Wayne was gettin high on em
B
he leaned over and told me just don’t retire on em
C#
and when they give ya they shoulders never cry on em
F#
and when they love you to death just never die on em
Ebm
and the question still remains
B
have I counted all the money that I’ve managed to obtain?
C#
niggas dedicating overtime to damaging my name
F# Eb
and somehow I’m still the hottest mofucka in the game
[Lil Wayne]
Ebm
I’m happy to be back man….
Ebm
I’m tired of these haters
B
That’s why I go hard like A.C. Slater
C#
Weezy Baby here, y’all prenatal
F#
I just get the beat and murk it out like Frado
Ebm
Uhh I’m sick of being criticized
B
That’s why I’m higher than a star trek enterprise
C#
I do it big don’t get mad cuz you minimized
F#
I keep a red flag case I get penalized..uh
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Its young money like you didn’t know
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Stop playing I hit Drizzy with the give and go
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It was all a dream, now we the dream team
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Who trying to see us, you seeing things
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Hustle like I still pay rent man
Db-F# B-Ebm
Got a chest full of heart no tin man
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Uhh..Kha Kha Khaled I’m fed up,
Db-F# B-Ebm
flow wake the dead up
Weezy
[Usher]
Abm-C# F#-Ebm
yeah how bout I been in this been breakin records since ‘9-4
Db-F# B-Ebm
so I aint gotta brag about records that I’ve broke
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records that I hold
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and records that I’ve sold
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and I’m fed up with these niggas relieving my lingo (yeahhhhh)
Db-F# B-Ebm
don’t bite the hand of your provider
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cause man if I aint influenced you you a liar
Db-F# B-Ebm
I’m on fire you just a biter you need to wake up and realize
[Chorus]
[Usher]
B Ebm
it was all a dream yeah homey I am on my job
F# C# Ebm
and you can’t take that away from me (can’t take that away)
B Ebm
yeah I got my team and I got all of my niggas behind me (see me nigga)
F# C# Ab
and they give me the love I need (yeah)
B Ebm
I got my foot in the door we still hustlin for more
F# C# Ebm
check in the game and back in the light (yeahh)
B Ebm F#
I’m fed up (ayy) I’m fed up (ayy) I’m fed up (ay)
B C#
I’m so sick and tired of being sick and tired
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