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