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