Get Mine

	  		
 Em 
Engine, engine number 9 
D 
On that Mason-Dixon line 
G 
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine 
Am 
Gripping nickel plated nines 
   Em 
So you get yours and I'll get mine 
D 
You get yours and I'll get mine 
G 
You get yours and I'll get mine 
N.C. 
You get yours and I'll get mine 


verse 1: Yelawolf 
N.C. 
I'm a motherfucking boondock killer, Mossberg filler 
King of the drop, they'll never be much iller 
Top medical grade dope baby, Chevrolet sitting up like Grave Digger, 
roll over your Mercedes 
N.C. 
And I rock, man, I'm a firestarter 
Two handles of brown and a half a gallon of firewater 
Tell the police they can keep knocking, 
N.C. 
we're doing illegal shit go to the window, bitch, 
keep watching 
N.C. 
Chopping on that 808, ride by your house and make the window shake 
and the beat so hard, make the tempo break 
N.C. 
And the next door neighbor wanna relocate uh 
You can hear me across the county line, bagging up dimes of rhymes, 
and I'm moving 20 P's at a time 
N.C. 
Black sheep, son of a landmine 
The caboose is loose, the train track's unattached and I 

Em 
Engine, engine number 9 
D 
On that Mason-Dixon line 
G 
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine 
Am 
Gripping nickel plated nines 
   Em 
So you get yours and I'll get mine 
D 
You get yours and I'll get mine 
G 
You get yours and I'll get mine 
N.C. 
You get yours and I'll get mine 


Scratches: DJ Klever 
Dm 
Hold up, hold up, one time for the DJ 
Am 
(*scratches* "Go DJ!") 

verse 2: Yelawolf 
Em                       G   Am 
So motherfucking outta tune hit 
Em                                G   Am 
Don't tell me to turn up trap or tune in! 
Em                          G 
And because no new bitch to do 
Am             D 
It's the same bitch and you just bought her new tits 
Em 
And I don't give two fucks about you're two sips 
D 
Wouldn't give you two dogs to give two shits 
G 
Black sheep son of a land mine 
     Am 
The caboose is loose, the train track's unattached and I 

Em 
Engine, engine number 9 
D 
On that Mason-Dixon line 
G 
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine 
Am 
Gripping nickel plated nines 
   Em 
So you get yours and I'll get mine 
D 
You get yours and I'll get mine 
G 
You get yours and I'll get mine 
Am                 Em 
You get yours and I'll get mine
 

verse 3: Yelawolf 
Em                                 Am 
Harley Davidsons blowing it down Broadway 
Em                                           Am 
Rock this motherfucking like three, the hard way 
Em                             Am 
Bones, Klever, shotgun stage killer 
Em                    Am 
Su, Wu, Tang riding gorilla 
Em                                       Am 
Open the doors to the venue and let the slums in 
Em                             Am 
Weed smoke and whiskey like a tornado whip 
Em                   Am 
The south is in it, deep in it with bump 
Em                             Am 
Be funky, the tree trunk gon' speed bump 
Em                      Am 
Another round and the cops might have to hold me down 
Em                          Am 
If you don’t know me you’ll know me after I hit the ground 
Em                Am 
Rittz filling my cup up until I get the ground 
Em 
Pack this bitch to the ceiling and kill 'em and Billy now 
Em                                        D 
Made a career drinking beer, anarchy and wanted 
My country ass momma singing "Oh lawdy!" 
G 
Black sheeps son of a landmine 
     Am 
The caboose is loose, the train track's unattached and I 

Em 
Engine, engine number 9 
D 
On that Mason-Dixon line 
G 
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine 
Am 
Gripping nickel plated nines 
   Em 
So you get yours and I'll get mine 
D 
You get yours and I'll get mine 
G 
You get yours and I'll get mine 
Am                 Em 
You get yours and I'll get mine