Tonart: F# minor
Verse 1
Gm
Eb
Cm
Gm
Let me tell you about my hood,
let me tell you about my block
Eb
So many hoodlums, so many cops
Cm
Two ways out, get paid or in a box
do what you can and shake the spot
Sluts pill, a lot of drug deals and thugs kill
Eb
It's all for money and the power
cause the buck's real
Cm
And if you're scared, homie,
you can cop a church deal
Gm
See if he even gives a fuck still
There's no religion,
just these concrete saints
Eb
That only kneel when the sharpness shakes
Cm
In the street and in the holding tanks
Gm
In the west by the stormy banks
Where in war does your army ring?
Soldier, I've seen this shit young
Eb
That's why my boys in tongue
Only spits about my boys with guns
you only hear the noise
and run
Gm
And that fear makes exhaustion fun,
you ain't the one
If our hearts are the same,
let me tell you about mine
Eb
All these young kids doing
street -level crime
Cm
Gm
Some on the runnin', some doin' time
We gotta turn these kids
to a six -side mind
Cali is big,
New
York is big,
Eb
Chi -Town is big, the whole block's big
Cm
When you're out on the street
Gm
doin' dirt with your clique
Just remember that they chick,
it's the law of the dick
Now I don't wanna be stuck
with this bad luck shit
Eb
All you must -out bitches
I can't fuck with
Cm
This whole subject is painful, I love it
Gm
We share the stories not
meant for the public
We struggle to get here next year
Eb
Take it over, wait's over,
best be the change over
Cm
What it took to prosper,
Gm
no apologies to offer
Got the best you can put on the roster
Psycho, sick, assassin, sick
Eb
Every now and then we need a revolution
Cm
So we spray the hallways
You're in a haze when
And you don't wanna come
at us the wrong way
It's only for some,
Eb
this crazy ass city we run
It's in our blood,
we live and die by the gun
Gm
all the blood right in front of your eyes
The city is cold and she don't
cry when you die
My hood's all the same,
let me tell you about mine
Eb
All these young kids doin'
street -level crime
Cm
Gm
Some underrunnin', some doin' time
We gotta turn these kids to a six -side mind
L .A. is sick,
New
Jersey is sick
Eb
Feet down, the whole block sick
Cm
When you're out on the street
doin' dirt with your clique
Gm
Just remember that legit gets
the law off the dick
I'm from a crooked angle,
A -homie make my dust angel
Eb
The city block got me locked
in a tight strangle
Cm
Graffiti bomb city walls by the knife angle
Gm
At least two raw milli walls
in the star spangle
That's what the voters for,
exercise the art of war
Eb
In the hood but not in yours,
that's when the
Saudis roll
Cm
Watch where you're at man,
Eb
the streets and the constance fall
Gm
Don't try to be a hero,
that's what the cops are for
The lifestyle we lead, it's money,
And gun battles make it risky indeed
Cm
No money, more problems,
got my city in need
It's
Gm
CA all day, where we hustle and bleed
Scrape the galley concrete for dough
Eb
Staying hungry in the street cause
this music shit's about to blow
Cm
Tryna stay out of the county,
so I dodged the law
Gm
Man, these enemies, they plop,
my fault, fuck the world
If our hearts are the same,
let me tell you about mine
Eb
All these young kids doin'
street -level crime
Cm
Gm
Some on the runnin', some doin' time
We gotta turn these kids
to a six -side mind
Atlanta is sick!
Philly's sick!
The whole block's sick!
Cm
When you're out on the street doin' dirt,
Just remember that legit gets the law off the dick
Eb
Cm
Gm
Eb
Cm
Gm
Eb
Cm
Gm
Eb
Cm
Eb
Go to
Eb
I can't believe this man, I a guy.
I love it.
He's an amazing guy.
I fucking love it!
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