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)