Tonalité : A major
Verse 1
G
This for the soldiers.
A#m
G
(Soldiers.)
Stay strong,
my n****z.
(Gangsters, players.)
Em
G
Stay up, my
Bm
n****z.
(Real n****z.)
Verse 2
G
Leavin' the cut in a rage.
Loadin' up my Mac, goin' to my crib,
to get my twelve- gauge.
Em
One of my boys just got shot,
G
huh.
F***in' around,
in that million dollar spot.
Bm
G
A educated brother;
Didn't have no money for college,
Em
he was taught the street knowledge.
G
Part of the plan;
To keep us fightin' in the street,
instead of becomin' a strong black man.
Bm
Every two weeks I see Sam,
G
Pitchin' out my check with no respect,
F#
G
but I still don't give a damn.
Em
Because I gotta make my dough.
G
My kill, rocked down,
till I started seein' cash flow.
Bm
Everything happens for a reason,
G
choose the season,
To commit the perfect treason.
Em
Who brought me to the land,
of unfree man,
G
To move about and catch trout,
by the dozens?
Bm
Even had my cousin locked down,
G
at the feet shackled;
A one- way seat, to Milledgeville.
Em
N**** this real,
G
how can you kill another,
When it's your brother? Still Standing.
Verse 3
Bm
I never thought about,
G
talked about what I did.
Just experimented life as a young Gump.
F#
Em
Them days long gone,
school bells done rung no mo'.
G
Spendin' hours at the house,
in my favorite chair.
Bm
Slow mo', custom funk fingerprinted, to carry
G
a hucklebuck.
Feelin' stuck with the art that my skin carries,
scary.
Em
If I ever had to plot again,
G
needin' my stick,
Gidgets to pidgits, moves to Philly
Bm
and the crew.
Nothin' else to prove,
G
fold a plot like chrome.
Salt lick teddy bears,
in the college student's room.
Em
Speed, Gipp got that too.
G
Watch that dude,
Verse 4
inspect that fool. Still Standing.
Bm
[Chorus]
A#m
Unscathed, 'cause this is pain.
G
This for soldiers to feel.
Em
MC's, are running out of things to say.
G
Radio stations are running
out of songs to play.
Bm
A#m
Still Standing, unscathed,
G
'cause of pain.
F#
G
This for sol diers to feel.
Em
MC's, are running out of things to say.
G
Radio stations are running
Verse 5
out of songs to play.
Bm
On the sick side of South Central,
G
33rd Avenue, block six hundred.
Em
Workers have wash and car details.
G
The ese's got the fresh
Chevrolet's for sale.
Bm
Twenty G's or better,
the whole neighborhood tanked up.
G
What? On the fortress walls,
there is no letters.
Em
Buddha say, the Bloods are strictly
G
outnumbered;
They besieged, on the beats,
Goodie Mo- B, run the creeps.
Bm
Y'all can have the streets,
G
asphault caught many suckers.
Slippin on wet floors,
we puttin' out the signs.
Em
On krokers, C- I, T- Y, such a pity.
G
Bein' suckled dry, like a newborn,
Bm
On his momma's titty before I retired,
G
I hit twenty.
True to cellulite with big room
Em
mesquite on the porch.
Poundin', like cartoon Ennis,
G
old school efforts.
Through the Sunday down,
Crenshaw sparkin'.
Bm
Zoned out, off the ink, for life.
G
Goin' through time and metal detectors,
I can't take my weapon,
Em
And I can't be no dope dealer.
G
'Cause they be done put a hit out on a n****, plus
Bm
I can't keep up
With them keys, locked in the fo'- do'.
G
Backseat drivers havin'
out- of- body experiences.
Em
Wak in' up,
G
somewhere else... Still Standing.
Verse 6
Bm
Yeah... Each an
d every element
A#m
that exists in this
G
Universe is manifested from a thought,
first.
Through the inner mind's eye,
of the unseen power in the sky
Gave birth to Mother Earth,
and all it's worth to you and I.
Bm
This most loved invention,
G
my consciousness, is an ex tension
Of Him, yet I'm flesh and bone
with a mind of my own.
Em
To dig deeper than the surface,
whether I learn
G
From your upcomings or your downfalls,
we all have individual purpose.
Bm
It's amazing,
G
how the streets do the majority of raising,
Of children who end up dead before
hearing what you said.
Em
And it's sad,
so all I can write about is what I had.
G
Interpretations of life, good and bad,
with a pen and pad.
Bm
It seems like abortion,
when I just write a small portion.
G
It's either crumpled up or torn,
F
without lettin' the thought be born.
Em
Young minded, and blinded in those
days; I didn't want to
G
Have a thought that I couldn't raise,
nurture, and care for.
Bm
Be there for, help prepare for,
the times ahead,
G
When someone doesn't agree with what is said,
huh.
Em
And if they did,
don't get all arrogant 'cause that's my kid.
G
Just be thankful that it's good,
and somebody overstood.
Bm
Now, the listener in here want the same
flow, but I gotta let it grow.
G
Clever enough to let it go,
if I don't want to rap no mo',
Em
And I'll make sure that no one ever
forgets.
G
It's immortalized forever,
on wax CD's and casettes.
Bm
And when someone goes to the store
and purchases it for ten,
G
The life cycle starts all over again.
Em
And I was granted this music as my soulmate,
to procreate,
G
And give back what I was given,
a life worth livin'.
Bm
A#m
And I, am Still Standing, unscathed.
G
Pain is for suckers to feel.
Em
MC's are running out of things to say,
G
and
Radio stations running out of songs to play,
s***!
A#m
We Still Standing, unscathed.
G
And pain is for suckers to feel, huh.
F
Em
And MC's running out of
G
things to say...
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