Kunci: A major
Verse 1
A#m
G
(Soldiers.)
Stay strong,
my n****z.
(Gangsters, players.)
Em
G
Stay up, my
(Real n****z.)
Verse 2
G
Leavin' the cut in a rage.
Loadin' up my Mac, goin' to my crib,
to get my twelve- gauge.
Em
One of my boys just got shot,
G
huh.
F***in' around,
in that million dollar spot.
Bm
G
A educated brother;
Didn't have no money for college,
Em
he was taught the street knowledge.
To keep us fightin' in the street,
instead of becomin' a strong black man.
Bm
Every two weeks I see Sam,
G
Pitchin' out my check with no respect,
F#
G
but I still don't give a damn.
Em
Because I gotta make my dough.
till I started seein' cash flow.
Bm
Everything happens for a reason,
To commit the perfect treason.
Em
Who brought me to the land,
of unfree man,
G
To move about and catch trout,
by the dozens?
Bm
Even had my cousin locked down,
A one- way seat, to Milledgeville.
G
how can you kill another,
When it's your brother? Still Standing.
Verse 3
Bm
I never thought about,
Just experimented life as a young Gump.
F#
Em
Them days long gone,
school bells done rung no mo'.
G
Spendin' hours at the house,
in my favorite chair.
Bm
Slow mo', custom funk fingerprinted, to carry
Feelin' stuck with the art that my skin carries,
scary.
Em
If I ever had to plot again,
Gidgets to pidgits, moves to Philly
Nothin' else to prove,
Salt lick teddy bears,
in the college student's room.
Em
Speed, Gipp got that too.
Verse 4
inspect that fool. Still Standing.
A#m
Unscathed, 'cause this is pain.
G
This for soldiers to feel.
Em
MC's, are running out of things to say.
G
Radio stations are running
out of songs to play.
Bm
A#m
Still Standing, unscathed,
F#
G
This for sol diers to feel.
Em
MC's, are running out of things to say.
G
Radio stations are running
Verse 5
out of songs to play.
Bm
On the sick side of South Central,
G
33rd Avenue, block six hundred.
Em
Workers have wash and car details.
Chevrolet's for sale.
the whole neighborhood tanked up.
G
What? On the fortress walls,
there is no letters.
Em
Buddha say, the Bloods are strictly
They besieged, on the beats,
Goodie Mo- B, run the creeps.
Bm
Y'all can have the streets,
G
asphault caught many suckers.
Slippin on wet floors,
we puttin' out the signs.
Em
On krokers, C- I, T- Y, such a pity.
G
Bein' suckled dry, like a newborn,
Bm
On his momma's titty before I retired,
True to cellulite with big room
Em
mesquite on the porch.
Poundin', like cartoon Ennis,
Through the Sunday down,
Crenshaw sparkin'.
Bm
Zoned out, off the ink, for life.
G
Goin' through time and metal detectors,
I can't take my weapon,
Em
And I can't be no dope dealer.
G
'Cause they be done put a hit out on a n****, plus
With them keys, locked in the fo'- do'.
out- of- body experiences.
G
somewhere else... Still Standing.
Verse 6
d every element
A#m
that exists in this
G
Universe is manifested from a thought,
first.
Through the inner mind's eye,
of the unseen power in the sky
Gave birth to Mother Earth,
and all it's worth to you and I.
Bm
This most loved invention,
G
my consciousness, is an ex tension
Of Him, yet I'm flesh and bone
with a mind of my own.
Em
To dig deeper than the surface,
whether I learn
G
From your upcomings or your downfalls,
we all have individual purpose.
G
how the streets do the majority of raising,
Of children who end up dead before
hearing what you said.
so all I can write about is what I had.
G
Interpretations of life, good and bad,
with a pen and pad.
Bm
It seems like abortion,
when I just write a small portion.
G
It's either crumpled up or torn,
F
without lettin' the thought be born.
Em
Young minded, and blinded in those
days; I didn't want to
G
Have a thought that I couldn't raise,
nurture, and care for.
Bm
Be there for, help prepare for,
the times ahead,
G
When someone doesn't agree with what is said,
huh.
don't get all arrogant 'cause that's my kid.
G
Just be thankful that it's good,
and somebody overstood.
Bm
Now, the listener in here want the same
flow, but I gotta let it grow.
G
Clever enough to let it go,
if I don't want to rap no mo',
Em
And I'll make sure that no one ever
forgets.
G
It's immortalized forever,
on wax CD's and casettes.
Bm
And when someone goes to the store
and purchases it for ten,
G
The life cycle starts all over again.
Em
And I was granted this music as my soulmate,
to procreate,
G
And give back what I was given,
a life worth livin'.
Bm
A#m
And I, am Still Standing, unscathed.
G
Pain is for suckers to feel.
Em
MC's are running out of things to say,
G
and
Radio stations running out of songs to play,
s***!
A#m
We Still Standing, unscathed.
G
And pain is for suckers to feel, huh.
F
Em
And MC's running out of
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Bm
A#m
G
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