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