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