Tonart: E minor•
Intro 1
Em
D
C
B
Em
D
C
B
Verse 1
Verse 2
C
Em
B
Ain't nothin' left for him to be
D
Shorty's gonna be Shorty wanna be
Verse 3
C
So he's gonna be
B
Em
A straight thug
D
Em
His mama was a G And daddy was a G
Verse 4
C
B
But nothin' left for him to be
Verse 5
But a thug
Em
This is a story bout a
C
Who's mama was a whore and his
B
Em
daddy was a drug dealer
D
Ridin' 'round the corner from
'em was the spot
B
They sold weed, lace, base,
Em
heroin and marijuana
D
His role model was an older nigga Who kept a
Verse 6
C
wad of hundreds 'cause
B
he had a whole lot of money
Em
Now keep in mind this
D
is 'round the time that
C
B
Miami niggas was really
Verse 7
tryin' to put it down
Em
D
That's back when the pimp
B
That next year crack cocaine came out
Em
D
And it all started in the suburbs
C
B
But only rich folks could afford to go
Verse 8
and smoke that good dope
Em
And yo they used to call
it free- base
B
But when it made it to my block,
Em
me and my boys called it Crack Rock
D
We used to cook it up and bag
it up and sell 'em
C
B
Nickels and dimes to any bitch
Verse 9
that was buyin'
B
Em
A straight thug
D
Mama was a G Daddy was a G
Verse 10
C
B
Nothin' left for him to be
D
Shorty's gonna be Shorty wanna be
Verse 11
C
So he's gonna be
Verse 12
Daddy was a G
B
Nothin' left for him to be
Verse 13
But a thug
Em
D
And when he first hit middle school
C
He was a typical, ordinary,
Em
Around the time eighth
C
B
He had done made up his mind,
Verse 14
a nigga can't lay down now
Em
D
His first job, he was a watch out
C
B
He had to scream one time every time
the cops hit the block
Em
D
We used to call him Bo
Brown
C
'Cause when he came around,
B
close shop nigga, shut it down
Verse 15
Em
D
Them lil' two- hundreds
C
That was a lot of money for a young nigga
B
sittin' 'round not doin' nothin'
Em
Plus his mama had a newborn
C
from an old nigga out the hood
B
Em
Who don't do shit for him
Verse 16
Em
They go another bill, another mouth to feed
Oh well,
B
Em
yo a nigga couldn't stop there
D
He gotta keep food in his crib
Verse 17
comin' back home
Em
D
Now just imagine the role of
a thirteen year old
Em
Who playin' head of his household,
Em
But then again I sup pose
C
B
You already know how the shit go
Verse 18
Verse 19
C
B
Nothin' left for him to be
Verse 20
But a thug
Verse 21
Daddy was a G
C
B
Nothin' left for him to be
Verse 22
Em
He advanced from watch out man to lieutenant
D
And now he got two feet
And he control the whole operation
C
But it's kinda different 'cause he's dealin'
B
with some stiff competition
Verse 23
Em
D
And everybody wants to be buddies
C
All of a sudden friends but then
B
again all they see is money
Em
D
And he ain't never too flashy wit it
C
B
Not into cars and jewels,
Verse 24
just nice clothes and new shoes
Em
Half of the money went
C
But the other half, you know,
B
the kid had to keep it stashed
Em
But it's kinda hard to hide
B
But it's worse bein' a dope but none
Verse 25
of this shit's worth dying for
Em
But when it comes to livin',
C
Em
money's nothin'
D
Em
Bein' dead is free now tell me, what
would you rather be?
D
Don't tell me, tell it to your child
C
B
Make your talk worthwhile and the rest,
Verse 26
he'll figure it out
Verse 27
Daddy was a G
C
B
Nothin' left for him to be
Em
D
But a thug
Verse 28
B
Nothin' left for him to
C
B
Nigga forced into this shit, damn
Verse 29
Over and over again
B
Em
A straight thug
D
Em
Mama was a G Daddy was a G
Verse 30
C
B
Nothin' left for him to be
Verse 31
But a thug
B
Em
A straight thug
Verse 32
Mama was a G Daddy was a G
C
Nothin' left for him to be
B
Em
But a
thug
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