Who Hurt You chords by Belly

• Capo on 4th

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Key: Bm

Difficulty: Novice

Intro:
N.C.
Ooh, woah

Woah, oh
Bm
Oh, yeah-eah
G
Woah, woah

Verse 1:
Bm
Uh, they sold me dreams, tell 'em, "Keep the change"
Bm
Evil in their veins, they don't bleed the same
Bm
Greed and fame, we should really feel ashamed
Bm
Buyin' Cubans, most my people still in chains
Bm
Convos with God, squad, Rod and Tar-Tar
Bm
She been goin' hard, got her nose like an aardvark
Em
Chopped off, lookin' like the man on the crosswalk
F#m
Arms crossed, tryna find the light in my dark heart
Bm
First ki' I ever cut, I got high off it
Bm
'Cause I never knew the residue would fly off it
Bm
Sellin' dope, actin' like the fiends won't die off it
Bm
All we gave a fuck about was gettin' fly off it
Bm
Shells on the floor in your office
Bm
Lookin' like you sent a whole staff out for crawfish
Em
Bitch, you ripped my heart out just to ask me why I'm heartless
F#m
She shootin' for the stars, and I guess I ain't a target
Bm
I guess you ain't a marksman, bitch, 'cause now I'm arson-lit
Bm
You couldn't even ride for me, you car sick
Bm
I mean, I understand if the shit was a long trip
Bm
But I guess you must have hopped on the wrong dick, you dumb bitch


Chorus:
Bm
(Who hurt you?)
Bm
Ooh, woah
Bm       Bm
Woah, oh
Bm           Bm
Oh, yeah-eah
Em         F#m
Woah, woah


Verse 2:
Bm
Uh, they lie about us in these affidavits
Bm
So when they kill us, you can validate it
Bm
You downplay it and say that we exaggerate it
Bm
In the valley smokin' Cali, gettin' calibrated
Bm
In the field, you feelin' squeamish, you Willie Beamen
Bm
Me, I got too many demons and a million reasons
Em
Man, I got too many foes, got 'em figured out
F#m
Ex-hoes that wanna kill me that don't even count
Bm
Fuck love, I brought drugs to my intervention
Bm
Greenlight you, they gon' catch you at the intersection
Bm
All these bitches throwin' pussy, I just intercept it
Bm
And she gon' swallow dick 'til she get indigestion
Bm
Tat above your naval section, "Enter at your own discretion"
Bm
Goddamn, that's a lastin' first impression
Em
You had a right to be high on yourself
F#m
Shit, I was high on everything else, so what the hell, oh?


Chorus:
Bm
(Who hurt you?)
Bm
Ooh, woah
Bm
(I was told, I was told)
Em       F#m
Woah, oh
N.C.
(Yeah)
N.C
Oh, yeah-eah

Woah, woah