Tom: B major
Verse 1
D
G
Em
Six in the morning, police at my door
Fresh Adidas squeaking
across the bathroom floor
G
Em
Out my back window,
I make my escape
C
Em
G
Didn't even get a chance
to grab my old school tape
Em
G
Em
G
Mad with no music, but happy cause free
C
And the streets to a player,
Em
G
Got a knot in my pocket,
weighing least a grand
Gold on my neck,
Em
G
my pistols close in hand
C#m
G
I'm a self -made monster
C#m
of the city streets
G
E
C#m
Remotely controlled
E
C#m
by hard hip -hop beats
G
But just living in the city
Em
G
is a serious task
Didn't know what the cops wanted,
didn't have time to ask Word
E
See my longboards cooling way, way out
Told them about my morning cold,
Em
E
Shot a little dice till my knees got sore
G
Kicked around some stories
Fm
about the night before
G
Em
Posse to the corner where
the fly girls chill
G
Threw action at some freaks
Em
G
till one bitch got ill
E
She started actin' silly,
C#m
simply would not quit
F#m
said we are one shit
G
F#m
G
As we walked over to a hoe,
continued to speak
C#m
So we beat the bitch down
G
E
in the goddamn street
G
But just livin' in the city
G
Bitch didn't know it, hit her,
Em
G
didn't have time to ask
Continued clockin' freaks
A
G
with immense posteriors
C#m
Rollin' in a Blazer with a Louis interior
E
G
Solid gold, the ride was raw
C
G
Fm
Em
Bust a left turn, was on Crenshaw
G
Shiny shine was the driver,
C#m
no niggas freaks, hell
C#m
G
Looked in the mirror,
what did we see?
E
Fuckin' blue lights, LAPD
C#m
E
Pig s searched our car,
D
Em
their day was made
G
E
Threw us in the county,
Em
G
high -powered block
C#m
No freaks to see, no beats to rock
G
E
Didn't want trouble,
C#m
but the shit must fly
G
E
Squabbled with the sucker,
shanked him in the eye
G
But just living in the county
C#m
G
is a serious task
Nigga didn't know what happened,
C#m
G
didn't have time to ask
Back on the streets after
fivin' the deuce
Seven years later, but still had to choose
E
Em
My homeboy, Hengie,
Em
Told me E's rolling villain,
Em
G
D
Bruce is a gi ant,
Em
E
that C's clocking dough
G
F#m
Bebop's a pimp, my old freak's a ho
C#m
A
The bat and ram's rolling,
D
Life has no meaning and money is king
Em
G
Then he looked at me slowly
Em
and hid and had to grin
C#m
G
E
G
He said, man you out early,
C#m
we thought you got ten
G
E
Opened up his safe,
C#m
kicked me down with cold cash
F#m
Knew I would get busy,
F#
D#m
G
he did n't waste time to ask
C#m
G
Word, I bought a Benz with the
money the rest went on clothes
C#m
C
G
Went to the strip, start pimping the hoes
C#m
G
My hair grew long on my 70th stay
When I got it done on my
F#m
D
shoulders it lay
C#m
C#m
C
Hard from the joint but flew out of my heart
I didn't want trouble
G
C#m
but the shit had to start
Out with my crew,
Shotgun blasts echoed through the crowd
G
Six punks hit, two punks died
C
G
All casualties were plies on their side
C#m
Human lives left to pass,
just a talk amongst trash
E
We didn't know they were,
E
G
G
G
no one had time to ask
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