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E-------------0----2-3-2-3-2--------------------------|
B-------------0---------------------------------------|
G----------0----0-------------------------------------|
D-----------------------------------------------------|
A-----------------------------------------------------|
e-----0-----------------------------------------------|

couplet
        Em              Em/D#           Em/D            C#m/E
E-----0--------0-----------0------------------0-------0-------0------0----|
B-----0--------0-----------0------0-----------0-------0-------0------0----|
G---0---0----0----0-----0----0----0---------0---0---0---0---0---0--0---0--|
D----------2--------2-1-------------1--2--0------0---------------2--------|
A------------------------------2--------------------------4---------------|
e-0-----------------------------------------------------------------------|
       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 mothera
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

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 mothera
                Em/D#
What can a quarter get you?
                Em/D
Nothing mothera
          C#m/E
You are just ed up
          C#m/E
Off them ed 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#
Mothera
Em/D                            C#m/E
You ain't drug free, you're a fiend

          Am       D
And everytime      I try to help you
        G                    C
You pretend   as if    it's okay
C
Then later on in the week
C                                       B7
You go back to shootin' needles, 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 mothera
C#m/E                                                 Em
So you damn well, can't get no motherin money for me ee e