Tonalité : A minor•
Intro 1
Am
G
Am
G
Verse 1
G
Well I've heard
songs and a perspective
of Eminem and Tupac
And lives they walked,
views they witnessed,
and little kids outlined in chalk
Bank robberies and fucking babies
filled with diseases
Never will see the days
to hit school
or play at Reese's
All they know is medicine,
feeling weak with stomach shots
With the dresser behind
the front door,
no one's working so they
can't afford loss
Also no phone in their home,
when someone broke in
they couldn't call the cops
When does this negative shit stop?
Fuck props, I'm only spitting what's real
No money for starving countries,
no money for government armies
to teach you how to kill
Too many haters in the streets
that keep my anger tank on feel
And who gives rights away
and who's to say what
certain people hold still
I had a homie who lost his life
cause his wife wasn't being real
Everyday working trying
to keep a roof
and bring home a decent meal
Took little Reuben to have
a checkup
and came back with a thousand
dollar hospital bill
Come on Mr. Bush, let's be for real
And now we have some
sort of patriotic bullshit
to hype up our states
And use Bin Laden as an excuse
towards this one world order trade
We're the bank, study the dollars,
from white to blue collars
And witness the two burning twin towers
If it's not one thing,
it's another,
this world's not smiles and flowers
Are we here to rot in peace,
it's the only one to die
Holding my mom real tight,
telling her not to cry
Am
Don't wonder why,
we're thuggin' in these
fuckin' streets
Cause you know why,
there ain't no fuckin' money to eat
G
That's why we ride,
to give a fuck about your peace
Cause in the end, motherfucker,
we'll all be deceased
F
Don't wonder why we're thuggin'
in these fuckin' streets
G
Cause you know why,
there ain't no fuckin' money to eat
Am
That's why we ride,
we give a fuck about your peace
G
Cause in the end, motherfucker,
we'll all be deceased
Am
I'm also sick and tired
of these hypocrites,
media tricks
People always fuckin' dishing out lips
G
So then we trip, run inside the pad
and load up the clip
Because us thuggy motherfuckers
won't put up with it
F
You know that shit,
let's get our priorities straight
G
We built this motherfuckin' nation,
fuck the government's way
Am
Explain what I say?
Have you seen the White House
hallways?
G
Bedrooms for fuckin' moms,
but kids have no place to stay
Am
And every day, you're working,
trying to make ends meet
So when the morning comes,
wake up, already feel sleepy
G
So did you know, or now understandin' me?
I put my faith in God,
but wanna come up see
F
And in the long run,
being good makes more sense
G
But in reality, being bad pays the rent
Am
So in this world, fellas,
what the fuck's a man to do?
G
Besides hustle for that dollar
Am
bill we come up for
Don't wonder why we're thuggin'
in these fuckin' streets
Cause you know why,
there ain't no fuckin' money to eat
G
That's why we ride,
you give a fuck about your peace
Cause in the end, motherfucker,
we'll all be deceased
F
Don't wonder why we're thuggin'
in these fuckin' streets
G
Cause you know why,
there ain't no fuckin' money to eat
Am
That's why we ride,
you give a fuck about your peace
G
Cause in the end, motherfucker,
we'll all be deceased
Am
I have a request to ones that
be unstressed
I'm blessed in the west
under some crazy protest
G
In quest for the truth
but it's too hard to digest
Oppressor this mess,
mind all he does suggest
F
Aggression and obsession
with this music profession
G
Stack your chips, fuck this world
Here's your very first session
Am
The beat drops, fuck the cops
People giving the props
G
They're the very first
one to blast
Stop straight shots
Am
And if a soldier dies
No one gives a fuck or cares
But if a cop dies
All over the news and the mayor's there
G
And then you wonder why
Fools are always packing heat
This is a scandalous ass world
In the end it's just me
F
So should I sit back
and let my life pass me by
G
Or grab the motherfuckin' mic
and let these people know why
Am
Before I die,
expressing every feeling I feel
G
I'll be the last soldier standing,
Lord, that's on the rim
Am
Don't wonder why we're thuggin'
in these fuckin' streets
Cause you know why,
there ain't no fuckin' money to eat
G
That's why we ride,
could give a fuck about your peace
Cause in the end, motherfucker,
we'll all be deceased
F
Don't wonder why we're thuggin'
in these fuckin' streets
G
Cause you know why,
there ain't no fuckin' money to eat
Am
That's why we ride,
could give a fuck about your peace
G
Cause in the end, motherfucker,
we'll all be deceased
Am
Don't wonder why,
we're thuggin' in these
fuckin' streets
Cause you know why,
there ain't no fuckin' money to eat
G
That's why we ride,
could give a fuck about your peace
Cause in the end, motherfucker,
we'll all be deceased
F
Don't wonder why,
we're thuggin' in these
fuckin' streets
G
Cause you know why,
there ain't no fuckin' money to eat
Am
That's why we ride,
could give a fuck about your peace
G
Cause in the end, motherfucker,
we'll all be deceased
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