Acordes de Tip the scale
The Roots
The Roots

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Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Homicide or suicide
Heads or tails
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Some think life is a living hell
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Some live life just living well
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I live life tryna tip the scale
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My way, my way
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My way, my way
Verse 2
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Yo, I'm always early
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I never take off 'cause I got a job
Rob Peter to pay Paul
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Now I realize it's
the winner that takes all
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Do what I gotta do because
I can't take loss
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Picture me living life as if I'm
some animal
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That consumes its own dreams
like I'm a cannibal
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I won't accept failure unless
it's mechanical
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But still the alcohol mixed
with the botanical
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I guess I be re ferred to the owners
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manual full of loaners
Full of all the homeless
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throwaways and the stoners
Soldiers of the streets with
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8th grade diplomas
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And the world awaiting their
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shoulders as a bonus
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Look, let he without sin live without sin
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Until then, I'll be doing dirty
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jobs like swamp men
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Counting the faces of those
that might have been
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It's like living that life but I
Verse 3
won't live that life again
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Hom icide or suicide
Heads or tails
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Some think life is a living hell
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Some live life just living well
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I live life tryna tip the scale
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My way, my way
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My way, my way
Verse 4
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Lot of niggas go to prison
How many come out Malcolm X?
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I know I'm not
Shit, can't even talk about the rest
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Famous last words: "You under arrest"
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Will I get popped tonight?
It's anybody's guess
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I guess, a nigga need to stay cunning
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I guess when the cops comin'
need to start runnin'
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I won't make the same mistakes
from my last run in
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You either done doing crime
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now or you done in
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I got a brother on the run and one in
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Wrote me a letter,
he said when you comin'
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Shit man,
I thought the goal's to stay out
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Back against the wall,
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then shoot your way out
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Gettin' money's a style
that never plays out
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'Til you end up boxin' your stash,
money's paid out
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The scales of justice ain't equally
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weighed out
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Only two ways out,
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digging tunnels or digging graves out
Verse 5
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Homicide or suicide
Heads or tails
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Some think life is a living hell
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Some live life just living well
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I live life tryna tip the scale
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My way, my way
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My way, my way
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Interlude 1
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Verse 6
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Homicide or suicide
Heads or Tails
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Some think life is a living hell
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Some live life just living well
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I live life tryna tip the scale
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My way, my way
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My way
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