East Coast

Tom:
  Em                                      G
Yeah, I need everybody to open this shit up
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Everybody open this fucking shit up
Em                  G
Yeah, Constantine, yeah

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Em                                 G
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
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Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
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Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
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All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
  Em           Am             Bm
This that East Coast, mothafucka
  Em            Am              Bm
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Em                                          G
This that ground zero music, sit and listen to it
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This the children of the sewer, finally winnin' music
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This confessions of a lord, I’ve been sinnin' music
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The rap book is my Bible, just repent through it
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I jump in the whip and say “Ooh, it’s my shit”
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And I tell ‘em to turn it up
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Jump in the pit and start moshing the shit
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And I tell ‘em to run it up
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This is Mr. Trap Lord, I'ma go until the sun is up
Em                                       G
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Em                G
Run til I fuck it up

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
Em
And it’s 0-1, now, run it up
Em
Got my face beat, hair done it up
Em
I go bad on ‘em, drop bags on 'em
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Got a tab, bitch; tell 'em run it up
Em
I spaz on 'em, I gun 'em up
Em
Said I’m too smart, gotta dumb it up
Em
Dead in the middle of Little Italy
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They ain’t know Remy really could just Pun it up
Em
On IG, you thumb it up
Em
But in real life, you bum it up
Em
You don't own nothin’, you so frontin'
Em
You Joe Budden, you pump it up.
Em
See, these hoes be luckin' up
Em
Try to be down, they suckin' up
Em
I go nuts, I mean pecan
Em
Turn the beat on and I fuck it up
Em
The bar’s low, I brung it up
Em
And y'all hoes just stunk it up
Em
I been one, you been done
Em
You been shoulda just hung it up
Em
You was hatin' when I was comin' up
Em
You fake bitch, you need to woman up
Em
You a wack bitch, you a rat bitch
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And I’m that bitch, just to sum it up

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]