We The People chords by A Tribe Called Quest

Intro:
G#m     D#m     G#m     B
E       E       Bb      D#m
G#m

Verse 1:
D#m     D#m
Ah      Ah

G#m             G#m
We don't believe you 'cause we the people
D#m                     D#m
Are still here in the rear, ayo, we don't need you
E               E
You in the killing-off-good-young-nigga mood
Cm      E               E               E
When we get hungry we eat the same f**king food, the ramen noodle
E                    B  E            B                E
Your simple voodoo is so maniacal, we're liable to pull a juju
B       B       B       B
The irony is that this bad b**ch in my lap
E       E       E       E
She don't love me, she make money, she don't study that
G#m     G#m     G#m     G#m
She gon' give it to me, ain't gon' tell me run it back
B       B       B       B
She gon' take the brain to wetter plains, she spit on that
E       E       E       E
The doors have signs with, don't try to rhyme with
B       B       B       B
VH1 has a show that you can waste your time with
E       E       E       E
Guilty pleasures take the edge off reality
B       B       B       B
And for a salary I'd probably do that sh*t sporadically
E       E       E       E
The OG Gucci boots are smitten with iguanas
B       B       B       B
The IRS piranha see a nigga gettin' commas
E       E       E       E
Niggas in the hood living in a fishbowl
D       D       D       D
Gentrify here, now it's not a sh*t hole
E       E       E       E
Trendsetter, I know, my sh*t's cold
G#m     G#m     G#m     G#m
Ain't settling because I ain't so bold

Hook:
C#m     C#m     C#m     C#m     G#m     G#m     G#m     G#m     G#m
but ay,  All you Black folks, you must go
E       E       E       E       G#m     G#m     G#m     G#m     G#m
All you Mexicans, you must go
E       E       E       E       G#m     G#m     G#m     G#m     G#m
And all you poor folks, you must go
E       E       E       E       D       D       D       D
Muslims and gays, boy, we hate your ways
C#m     G#m     G#m     G#m
So all you bad folks, you must go

Bridge:
E       E       E       E       E
The fog and the smog of news media that logs
E       E                D              D
False narratives of Gods that came up against the odds
D       Cm              Cm      Cm
We're not just nigga rappers with the bars
D#m     D#m     G#m     G#m
It's kismet that we're cosmic with the stars

Verse 2:
E       E       E       E
You bastards overlooking street art
G#m     G#m     G#m     G#m
Better yet, street smarts but you keep us off the charts
E       E       E       E
So motherf**k your numbers and your statisticians
D       D       D       D
f**k y'all know about true competition?
Bb      Bb      Bb      Bb
That's like a AL pitcher on deck talking about he hittin'
D       D       D       D
The only one who's hitting are the ones that's currently spittin'
E       E       E       E
We got your missy smitten rubbing on her little kitten
G#m     G#m     G#m     G#m
Dreaming of a world that's equal for women with no division
E       E       E       E
Boy, I tell you that's vision
G#m     G#m     G#m     G#m
Like Tony Romo when he hitting Witten
E       E       E       E
The Tribe be the best in they division
D       D       D       D
Shaheed Muhammad cut it with precision
E       E       E       E
Who can come back years later, still hit the shot?
D       D       D       D
Still them tryna move we off the f**king block
                E       E
Babylon, bloodclaat
G#m     G#m     G#m     G#m
Two pon yuh headtop

Hook:
        E       E       Gm
All you Black folks, you must go
E       E       E       G#m
All you Mexicans, you must go
E       E       E       G#m
And all you poor folks, you must go
E       E       D       D
Muslims and gays, boy, we hate your ways
C#m     Cm
SSo all you bad folks, you must go
Cm
(Air raid siren 30 beats)