Tonart: G minor
Verse 1
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Verse 2
Em
Am
No idea's original,
there's nothin' new under the sun
It's never what you do, but how it's done
G
Em
What you base your happiness around material,
women
And large paper that means you inferior,
Verse 3
not major
Em
Am
No idea's original,
there's nothin' new under the sun
It's never what you do, but how it's done
G
Em
What you base your happiness around material,
women
And large paper that means you inferior,
Verse 4
not major
Em
Am
Look inside my mind, you'll find
Where bodies are buried,
G
first look past the hotties who dimes
Em
Go to the center, enter with caution,
past the braincell graveyard
Where weed's responsible
for memory loss
Let's witness, the horrific,
the stench'll make you nauseous
See what I seen every day I live
with this torture
Verse 5
Em
Lightin' up to stay high like 24 hours
Em
D
wash with my in the shower
it thrills women, kills demons
Long as I'm still breathin' I'm still winnin',
I'll teach 'em
F#m
Am
The hood converted from trey
bags to 20's a girl
Everybody had money,
G
every summer was real ill
Em
Four- finger rings, dealers
Verse 6
Em
No half steppin' with flat tops
when Rakim reigned
Am
Radios on card tables,
Benetton, the Gods buildin'
Ask for today's mathematics,
Em
And this was goin' on
in every New York ghetto
Kids listened,
five percenters said it's pork and Jell- o
Am
We coincide, we in the same life,
maybe a time difference
On a different coast,
but we share the same sunlight
G
Em
Your part of the world,
might be like colors and gangs
Verse 7
brothers'll for different things
But it all revolve around,
fame and shorties
Stuck for your bling, stripped for your chain,
the same story
From, Czechoslovakia
to Texas metropolis
Them, treacherous rocksters in
the Mexican mafias
Be scrappin' with tats on they back,
violent wars
Nothin' less than a lethal injection
if ever caught
Courtrooms, eagles and flags,
American style
Verse 8
the ghetto stays incredibly foul
Watchin' for paint chips,
don't want no led in yo' child
But them gangstas put lead in yo' child,
the bezzy be out
Am
The chain be like a hundred K
Shinin' since Roxanne Shante' made
G
'Runaway' that's been a minute
my features are that of a God
It's not a facade it's a fact,
these rappers wanna be Nas
Am
My Exodus doesn't ex ist
Verse 9
Am
I'll never leave the streets, it's all in my mind
Even with sleep I'm duckin'
why'd I think it would change
Can't hide when you famous or even try
to do the same things like
Am
Somebody's always watchin', my life
Before I, walk out the door
I size up every option
G
Em
Eyes cut every direction,
it's like God or guns
Which is better protection? Can't decide,
that's a hard one
I mean they wanna see me in prison,
the chains bamboozled
Headline readin' 'Rapper Slain
Outro 1
From a Man'
Em
Em
Am
Am
Em
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