Tom: E minor
Intro 1
C#m
B
A
G#
C#m
B
A
G#
Verse 1
Verse 2
A
C#m
G#
Ain't nothin' left for him to be
B
Shorty's gonna be Shorty wanna be
Verse 3
A
So he's gonna be
G#
C#m
A straight thug
B
C#m
His mama was a G And daddy was a G
Verse 4
A
G#
But nothin' left for him to be
Verse 5
But a thug
C#m
This is a story bout a
A
Who's mama was a whore and his
G#
C#m
daddy was a drug dealer
B
Ridin' 'round the corner from
'em was the spot
G#
They sold weed, lace, base,
C#m
heroin and marijuana
B
His role model was an older nigga Who kept a
Verse 6
A
wad of hundreds 'cause
G#
he had a whole lot of money
C#m
Now keep in mind this
A
G#
Miami niggas was really
Verse 7
tryin' to put it down
C#m
B
That's back when the pimp
G#
That next year crack cocaine came out
C#m
B
And it all started in the suburbs
A
G#
But only rich folks could afford to go
Verse 8
and smoke that good dope
C#m
And yo they used to call
it free- base
G#
But when it made it to my block,
C#m
me and my boys called it Crack Rock
B
We used to cook it up and bag
it up and sell 'em
A
G#
Nickels and dimes to any bitch
Verse 9
that was buyin'
G#
C#m
A straight thug
B
Mama was a G Daddy was a G
Verse 10
A
G#
Nothin' left for him to be
B
Shorty's gonna be Shorty wanna be
Verse 11
A
So he's gonna be
Verse 12
Daddy was a G
G#
Nothin' left for him to be
Verse 13
But a thug
C#m
B
And when he first hit middle school
A
He was a typical, ordinary,
C#m
Around the time eighth
A
G#
He had done made up his mind,
Verse 14
a nigga can't lay down now
C#m
B
His first job, he was a watch out
A
G#
He had to scream one time every time
the cops hit the block
C#m
B
We used to call him Bo
Brown
A
'Cause when he came around,
G#
close shop nigga, shut it down
Verse 15
C#m
B
Them lil' two- hundreds
A
That was a lot of money for a young nigga
G#
sittin' 'round not doin' nothin'
C#m
Plus his mama had a newborn
A
from an old nigga out the hood
G#
C#m
Who don't do shit for him
Verse 16
C#m
They go another bill, another mouth to feed
Oh well,
G#
C#m
yo a nigga couldn't stop there
B
He gotta keep food in his crib
G#
Ain't like his daddy's
Verse 17
comin' back home
C#m
B
Now just imagine the role of
a thirteen year old
C#m
Who playin' head of his household,
C#m
But then again I sup pose
A
G#
You already know how the shit go
Verse 18
Verse 19
A
G#
Nothin' left for him to be
Verse 20
But a thug
Verse 21
Daddy was a G
A
G#
Nothin' left for him to be
Verse 22
C#m
He advanced from watch out man to lieutenant
And he control the whole operation
A
But it's kinda different 'cause he's dealin'
G#
with some stiff competition
Verse 23
C#m
B
And everybody wants to be buddies
A
All of a sudden friends but then
G#
again all they see is money
C#m
B
And he ain't never too flashy wit it
A
G#
Not into cars and jewels,
Verse 24
just nice clothes and new shoes
C#m
Half of the money went
A
But the other half, you know,
G#
the kid had to keep it stashed
C#m
But it's kinda hard to hide
G#
But it's worse bein' a dope but none
Verse 25
of this shit's worth dying for
C#m
But when it comes to livin',
A
C#m
money's nothin'
B
C#m
Bein' dead is free now tell me, what
would you rather be?
B
Don't tell me, tell it to your child
A
G#
Make your talk worthwhile and the rest,
Verse 26
he'll figure it out
Verse 27
Daddy was a G
A
G#
Nothin' left for him to be
C#m
B
But a thug
Verse 28
G#
Nothin' left for him to
A
G#
Nigga forced into this shit, damn
Verse 29
Over and over again
G#
C#m
A straight thug
B
C#m
Mama was a G Daddy was a G
Verse 30
A
G#
Nothin' left for him to be
Verse 31
But a thug
G#
C#m
A straight thug
Verse 32
Mama was a G Daddy was a G
A
Nothin' left for him to be
G#
C#m
But a
thug
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