BG - N MY CITY Chords by B.G

Tempo:
87.8 bpm
Chords used:

F#m

C#

C#m

D

F#

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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BG - N MY CITY chords
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[F#m] [Bm]
[C#] It's all about six figures.
[F#m] You [C#] ballin' if you got five figures.
I got my 8K [F#m] nigga, and I'm quick to blast it.
Game play like he nasty, with a block long, murder the jack.
[C#m] He's a racer, David Gangsta, [F#m] BL nigga.
I'm on a trail ahead, but before I go I want six [C#] figures.
Uptown is where you catch me doin' through.
Guns slangin', nuts hangin', [F#] pushin' low.
Flavin' short and I'm [C#] bangin', I ain't no ho.
My hoes gon' pump water, it pump liquor.
Watch yourself, I'll [F#m] get ya.
I promise I'll [C#m] finish it, click, clack.
[F#m] Everything I pack, got hollow slugs.
I'm the [C#m] definition of a thug.
My ho click sellin' drugs, ain't no love.
It's [F#m] outside the CMB.
We [C#m] ridin', drivin', Lexus and big body.
Got them hoes, thanks to the [F#m] keys.
Niggas think we tellin' tales, but on the [C#m] real.
We got hoes, thanks for half a sale.
FBI tryin' to nail, but I'll click, cover up smooth.
Whatever you do or how you do it's all on you.
Hot boy, 16, playin' with G's.
This rap game is the [D] life, nigga, you will never leave.
[C#] What I go through and what I [F#m] see, it's amazing.
On the slick, 36 pounds, this time 20.
I'm [C#] calculating, hoes catchin' masturbation.
Shit's a trip, but I'm bout mula, [D] fetty cheese.
Bring my [C#] grip, nigga, don't slip.
Cause I got 10 clips and I slip, but, nigga, [F#m] believe I rip a nigga's [C#] shit.
In my city, it's a struggle, you hustle to live long.
But you step or get stepped on, time is hard.
Shit is real, haggy, but blood still.
It's about havin' things, that's why I want them healed.
In my city, it's a [D#] struggle, you hustle to live [C#m] long.
But you step or get stepped on, time is hard.
Shit is real, haggy, [D] but blood still.
It's [C#m] about havin' things, that's why I want them healed.
Nigga, don't you [F#m] trip, cause I done came up on a [C#] lick.
And I'm servin' 30 [F#] gram ounces [C#] for six.
I got the block, so why not come to me?
I will take you to be, [F#m] he went down to Tenneke.
[G#m] We got Coke flowin', you let [G#] UBT, Glaxo, and Logan.
[C#m] In the GS3, bubble, and the Lexus 450 cruiser.
Block bruiser, nigga, don't let the age fool ya.
Head buster, hot for a young baller.
The 8K I pack is used for manslaughter.
My mind has to be respected, or your neck come [F#m] off.
Cause uptown, it's no hesitation to set it off.
Load it up, release safety, and bust [C#m] retaliation is a must.
I don't give a fuck, I'm checkmated, nigga.
[F] That's on the real, so what's [C#m] happenin'?
I'm pullin' that dope, thrashin', and I'm about to action.
Is you bout to action?
If not, clear the path.
I'm mad, I [D] jacked a nigga a ounce, his only [C#] half.
That's sad, he [F#m] stuntin', jeopardizin' your wig.
You in that petty, softly, ain't comin' up on [C#] shit.
What's the reason?
You bein' on the block all day.
You ain't got nowhere to leave, [D] that nigga live down [C#] pay.
You do better, grab his cape, bein' ready to spray.
Make a motherfucker [F#m] think, nigga, be ready to [A] spray.
My city is a struggle, it's a hustle [D] to live large.
But you [C#m] reppin', gettin' repped on, times is hard.
Shit is real, piggy bust, blood spilled.
It's bout havin' things, that's why I wanna meet.
My city is a struggle, [F#m] it's a hustle to live large.
[C#m] But you reppin', gettin' repped on, times is hard.
Shit is real, [F#m] piggy bust, blood spilled.
It's bout [C#m] havin' things, that's why I wanna meet.
Spark the beef up like a lighter, I'm a gangsta rap writer.
Every time I [F#] slick, I get tighter and tighter.
[C#] Keep it real when I flow, hollow pranks I throw.
Quit the choppin', nigga, I [F#m] don't like a fuckin' long mode.
[C#m] Plan to throw over the limit, and this music business.
Come with shit, you gotta listen to the fuckin' [C#] song finish.
Young minutes, sport your bows and re-box tennis.
Nigga know if I got beef, I spin the Benz.
Can't [G#] calm me down, cause I'm from uptown.
Call me, it's Walt with [C#m] the army, with Tommy [F#m] Gunn.
With drums, a hundred plus shots comin' from him.
I don't give a fuck if I did him, did I done him, take notes.
Bitches always try to be close, [C#] silent when you got money.
Nine and Westin in your boat, buskers [F#m] wanna be your boy.
When they know you got coke, [C#m] I stand alone all the time.
Bitch, nigga, catch a post, I hustle hard for what I want.
[F#m] If I don't, then I'm a [C#] broke nigga.
With no money on my block, then you a joke, nigga.
I rap not, I put aside that coke, nigga.
But if I gotta, I grab my duct tape and my rope, nigga.
In my city, it's a struggle, you hustle to live large.
But you try to get [D] rolled on, times is [C#] hard.
Get it real, [F#m] piggy, but blood still.
It's about havin' things, that's why I wanna mill.
[C#m] In my city, it's a struggle, [F#m] you hustle to live large.
But you try to get rolled on, times is [C#] hard.
Get it real, piggy, but blood still.
It's about havin' [F#m] things, that's why I wanna mill.
[C#m] In my city, it's a struggle, [F#m] you hustle to live large.
[C#m] But you try to get chopped [F#m] on, times is hard.
Get it real, piggy, but blood still.
It's about havin' things, that's why [C#m] I wanna mill.
I wanna mill, [D] nigga.
A mill ticket.
[C#] Yeah, yeah, we get mill tickets.
A mill ticket.
[D] On a real.
G [C#m]-L, my nigga.
G-O, who, who, [F#m] three.
Yeah, I teach.
[C#] Adam, G-A, Blackpink.
A-Ball, Derrick, Lil' Turk.
Hot Boyz, my nigga.
Bubba, got the hummer.
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To jam and learn the simple chords for B.G - (Album Version Explicit) N My City chords, practice playing F#m, C#m, F#m, C#, F#m, C#, D and C# in sequence. Ease into the song by practicing at 43 BPM before reaching the track's full tempo of 88 BPM. With the song's key of F# Minor, set your capo to fit your vocal range and chord choice.

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_ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [Bm] _ _
[C#] It's all about six figures.
[F#m] You [C#] ballin' if you got five figures.
I got my 8K [F#m] nigga, and I'm quick to blast it.
Game play like he nasty, with a block long, murder the jack.
[C#m] He's a racer, David Gangsta, [F#m] BL nigga.
I'm on a trail ahead, but before I go I want six [C#] figures.
Uptown is where you catch me doin' through.
Guns slangin', nuts hangin', [F#] pushin' low.
Flavin' short and I'm [C#] bangin', I ain't no ho.
My hoes gon' pump water, it pump liquor.
Watch yourself, I'll [F#m] get ya.
I promise I'll [C#m] finish it, click, clack.
[F#m] Everything I pack, got hollow slugs.
I'm the [C#m] definition of a thug.
My ho click sellin' drugs, ain't no love.
It's [F#m] outside the CMB.
We [C#m] ridin', drivin', Lexus and big body.
Got them hoes, thanks to the [F#m] keys.
Niggas think we tellin' tales, but on the [C#m] real.
We got hoes, thanks for half a sale.
FBI tryin' to nail, but I'll click, cover up smooth.
Whatever you do or how you do it's all on you.
Hot boy, 16, playin' with G's.
This rap game is the [D] life, nigga, you will never leave.
[C#] What I go through and what I [F#m] see, it's amazing.
On the slick, 36 pounds, this time 20.
I'm [C#] calculating, hoes catchin' masturbation.
Shit's a trip, but I'm bout mula, [D] fetty cheese.
Bring my [C#] grip, nigga, don't slip.
Cause I got 10 clips and I slip, but, nigga, [F#m] believe I rip a nigga's [C#] shit.
In my city, it's a struggle, you hustle to live long.
But you step or get stepped on, time is hard.
Shit is real, haggy, but blood still.
It's about havin' things, that's why I want them healed.
In my city, it's a [D#] struggle, you hustle to live [C#m] long.
But you step or get stepped on, time is hard.
Shit is real, haggy, [D] but blood still.
It's [C#m] about havin' things, that's why I want them healed.
Nigga, don't you [F#m] trip, cause I done came up on a [C#] lick.
And I'm servin' 30 [F#] gram ounces [C#] for six.
I got the block, so why not come to me?
I will take you to be, [F#m] he went down to Tenneke.
[G#m] We got Coke flowin', you let [G#] UBT, Glaxo, and Logan.
[C#m] In the GS3, bubble, and the Lexus 450 cruiser.
Block bruiser, nigga, don't let the age fool ya.
Head buster, hot for a young baller.
The 8K I pack is used for manslaughter.
My mind has to be respected, or your neck come [F#m] off.
Cause uptown, it's no hesitation to set it off.
Load it up, release safety, and bust [C#m] retaliation is a must.
I don't give a fuck, I'm checkmated, nigga.
[F] That's on the real, so what's [C#m] happenin'?
I'm pullin' that dope, thrashin', and I'm about to action.
Is you bout to action?
If not, clear the path.
I'm mad, I [D] jacked a nigga a ounce, his only [C#] half.
That's sad, he [F#m] stuntin', jeopardizin' your wig.
You in that petty, softly, ain't comin' up on [C#] shit.
What's the reason?
You bein' on the block all day.
You ain't got nowhere to leave, [D] that nigga live down [C#] pay.
You do better, grab his cape, bein' ready to spray.
Make a motherfucker [F#m] think, nigga, be ready to [A] spray.
My city is a struggle, it's a hustle [D] to live large.
But you [C#m] reppin', gettin' repped on, times is hard.
Shit is real, piggy bust, blood spilled.
It's bout havin' things, that's why I wanna meet.
My city is a struggle, [F#m] it's a hustle to live large.
[C#m] But you reppin', gettin' repped on, times is hard.
Shit is real, [F#m] piggy bust, blood spilled.
It's bout [C#m] havin' things, that's why I wanna meet.
Spark the beef up like a lighter, I'm a gangsta rap writer.
Every time I [F#] slick, I get tighter and tighter.
[C#] Keep it real when I flow, hollow pranks I throw.
Quit the choppin', nigga, I [F#m] don't like a fuckin' long mode.
[C#m] Plan to throw over the limit, and this music business.
Come with shit, you gotta listen to the fuckin' [C#] song finish.
Young minutes, sport your bows and re-box tennis.
Nigga know if I got beef, I spin the Benz.
Can't [G#] calm me down, cause I'm from uptown.
Call me, it's Walt with [C#m] the army, with Tommy [F#m] Gunn.
With drums, a hundred plus shots comin' from him.
I don't give a fuck if I did him, did I done him, take notes.
Bitches always try to be close, [C#] silent when you got money.
Nine and Westin in your boat, buskers [F#m] wanna be your boy.
When they know you got coke, [C#m] I stand alone all the time.
Bitch, nigga, catch a post, I hustle hard for what I want.
[F#m] If I don't, then I'm a [C#] broke nigga.
With no money on my block, then you a joke, nigga.
I rap not, I put aside that coke, nigga.
But if I gotta, I grab my duct tape and my rope, nigga.
In my city, it's a struggle, you hustle to live large.
But you try to get [D] rolled on, times is [C#] hard.
Get it real, [F#m] piggy, but blood still.
It's about havin' things, that's why I wanna mill.
[C#m] In my city, it's a struggle, [F#m] you hustle to live large.
But you try to get rolled on, times is [C#] hard.
Get it real, piggy, but blood still.
It's about havin' [F#m] things, that's why I wanna mill.
[C#m] In my city, it's a struggle, [F#m] you hustle to live large.
[C#m] But you try to get chopped [F#m] on, times is hard.
Get it real, piggy, but blood still.
It's about havin' things, that's why [C#m] I wanna mill.
I wanna mill, [D] nigga.
A mill ticket.
_ [C#] Yeah, yeah, we get mill tickets.
A mill ticket.
_ [D] On a real.
G [C#m]-L, my nigga.
G-O, who, who, [F#m] three.
Yeah, I teach.
[C#] Adam, G-A, Blackpink.
A-Ball, Derrick, Lil' Turk.
Hot Boyz, my nigga.
Bubba, _ _ _ _ got the hummer.
_ _ [A] _ _ _

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