Kunci: Ab major•
Verse 1
Ab
Db
Ab
This might sound crazy but,
Ab
I love struggle, I love pain,
Db
Ab
Cause what don't kill you
Gbm
make you stronger nig ga,
Gbm
Ab
And I'm as strong as they come,
Cause that's what made me me,
Db
Without the streets baby
I love the streets,
And although we was poor,
Db
Without struggle boy you can't grow,
Ab
Db
I love the streets
Ab
And even though we sold drugs
Db
Ab
And paid for it in blood
Ab
No matter what happened to me
Ab
My head where the y hold it so good
Right now my life don't mean an awful lot
Ab
who think the world gon' stop?
There's a million niggas
just like me on the block
Db
See the entertainment and
Ab
sports are sellin' at rocks
Db
Ab
Think the judge gon' take
your word over cops?
Db
Ab
You be just another nigga
that they stick in a box
Gbm
But we in the streets,
what other choice we got?
Ab
Ab
give them niggas all we got
Fuck that, as long as I got breath
I'm livin' my life,
Ab
waitin' for my death to come
If you made it out the hood,
then God blessed you, son
Ab
you ain't out less than one
Gotta spread it round, nigga,
Db
that's what's real to me
Turnin' the news,
Ab
swear this shit be killin' me
Gbm
Not from the streets,
Gbm
you probably ain't feelin' me
Ab
You can take me out the hood,
Ab
but it's still a lot of streets
Cause that's what made me me
Db
Ab
Without the streets, baby, I couldn't eat
A lot of streets
And although we was poor,
Db
without struggle, boy, you can't grow
Ab
Db
I love the streets
Ab
And even though we sold drugs,
Db
and paid for it in blood
No matter what happened to me,
Ab
my hood, your hood, it's all good
It's fake,
I come through with a ghoulish face
Cb
Db
Ab
Take small step, big moves I make
I could put it to your face,
Ab
Everyday Thanksgiving, for me to place
Yeah, we do grace, God bless it all
Db
Ab
From the mess hall to the boulevard
with the dead dogs
Gbm
We'll be coughing spit,
Ab
The same language as the bullets,
who talking shit?
Ab
Yo, Pac, if you listen,
Db
they got the game twisted
Talking about the hate
Ab
you gave little infants
Db
Ab
Fuck everybody, here today
and you fade away
Ab
Db
like the memory you gottie
last year at high school
Didn't graduate though,
still had to make dough
Gbm
Ask my word, word for word,
Gbm
I understood it all
Ab
all the hood was floodin' streets
Cause that's what made me me,
Db
Ab
without the streets baby I couldn't eat
I love the streets
And although we was poor,
Db
without struggle boy you can't grow
Ab
Db
I love the streets
Ab
And even though we sold drugs,
Db
Ab
and paid for it in blood
No matter what happened to me,
Ab
my hood or your hood it's all good
Db
Ab
Db
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