Cops Shot The Kid Chords by Nas, Kanye West
Tempo:
102.4 bpm
Chords used:
G
Cm
F
Ab
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Cops used to come around, you know, in my neighborhood.
All right, you kids, stop having so much fun.
Move along.
Oh, they'd arrest me, you know,
especially at night to have a curfew, right?
Niggas have to be home by 11, Negroes 12.
And you'd be trying to get home, you know,
doing your cool around here.
And they'd always catch you out in front of a store
or something, because you'd be taking shortcuts, right?
Cops.
Put your hands up, black boy.
Cops shot the kid.
Cops shot the kid.
Cops shot the [G] kid.
Cops shot the kid.
Cops shot the kid.
Cops shot the kid.
Cops shot the kid.
Cops shot the kid.
Cops shot the kid.
Cops shot the kid.
I don't want to hurt [N] nobody.
We just came here to party.
See a few dames, exchange some names.
I'm a top shot, the kids stay in your lane.
The cops shot the kid.
[G] Same old same.
Pour out a little liquor, share pain for pain.
[Dbm] [G] Slap boxing in the street.
Crack the hydrant in the heat.
Cop cars on the creek, doing they roundups.
We just watch for the sweet.
Yeah, it's hotter than July.
It's the summer when niggas die.
It's the summer when niggas ride.
Together we'll be strong, but forever we divide.
So y'all are blowing my high.
Type of shit that's killing my vibe.
White kids are brought in alive.
Black kids get hit with like five.
Get scared, you panic, you going down.
The disadvantages of the brown.
How in the hell the parents go on burying their own kids,
not the other way around.
Reminds me of Emmett Till.
Let's remind them why [Cm] cat kneels.
The cops shot [F] the kid.
[Ab] Tune [F]
[G] [C] [Cm]
[Ab] [Dm]
[Cm] [Abm] up and down your timeline.
This fake [E] news, people, is all lying.
Money is being made when a mom cries.
Won't be satisfied till we all die.
Tell me who do we call to report crime.
If 911 doing a drive-by.
It's certain things I can't abide by.
I ain't being extreme, this is [Eb] my side.
[N] Talking big shit, ready to die.
I know every [Abm] story got two sides.
Claiming he paranoid by the black guy.
Cop want to make a home by nighttime.
Just a good kid, he wasn't that guy.
Had a little hit, he wasn't that high.
Cop gonna claim that it was self-defense.
Say he was riding dirty, so the [Cm] case rents.
Working [F] 9 to 5.
Trying to [Ab] stay alive.
Making [F] ends meet.
[G] Shot him [Cm] this week.
[F]
[Ab] [Dm] The cops shot the [G] kid.
The kid is still in here in the [N] street.
All right, you kids, stop having so much fun.
Move along.
Oh, they'd arrest me, you know,
especially at night to have a curfew, right?
Niggas have to be home by 11, Negroes 12.
And you'd be trying to get home, you know,
doing your cool around here.
And they'd always catch you out in front of a store
or something, because you'd be taking shortcuts, right?
Cops.
Put your hands up, black boy.
Cops shot the kid.
Cops shot the kid.
Cops shot the [G] kid.
Cops shot the kid.
Cops shot the kid.
Cops shot the kid.
Cops shot the kid.
Cops shot the kid.
Cops shot the kid.
Cops shot the kid.
I don't want to hurt [N] nobody.
We just came here to party.
See a few dames, exchange some names.
I'm a top shot, the kids stay in your lane.
The cops shot the kid.
[G] Same old same.
Pour out a little liquor, share pain for pain.
[Dbm] [G] Slap boxing in the street.
Crack the hydrant in the heat.
Cop cars on the creek, doing they roundups.
We just watch for the sweet.
Yeah, it's hotter than July.
It's the summer when niggas die.
It's the summer when niggas ride.
Together we'll be strong, but forever we divide.
So y'all are blowing my high.
Type of shit that's killing my vibe.
White kids are brought in alive.
Black kids get hit with like five.
Get scared, you panic, you going down.
The disadvantages of the brown.
How in the hell the parents go on burying their own kids,
not the other way around.
Reminds me of Emmett Till.
Let's remind them why [Cm] cat kneels.
The cops shot [F] the kid.
[Ab] Tune [F]
[G] [C] [Cm]
[Ab] [Dm]
[Cm] [Abm] up and down your timeline.
This fake [E] news, people, is all lying.
Money is being made when a mom cries.
Won't be satisfied till we all die.
Tell me who do we call to report crime.
If 911 doing a drive-by.
It's certain things I can't abide by.
I ain't being extreme, this is [Eb] my side.
[N] Talking big shit, ready to die.
I know every [Abm] story got two sides.
Claiming he paranoid by the black guy.
Cop want to make a home by nighttime.
Just a good kid, he wasn't that guy.
Had a little hit, he wasn't that high.
Cop gonna claim that it was self-defense.
Say he was riding dirty, so the [Cm] case rents.
Working [F] 9 to 5.
Trying to [Ab] stay alive.
Making [F] ends meet.
[G] Shot him [Cm] this week.
[F]
[Ab] [Dm] The cops shot the [G] kid.
The kid is still in here in the [N] street.
Key:
G
Cm
F
Ab
Dm
G
Cm
F
Cops used to come around, you know, in my neighborhood.
All right, you kids, stop having so much fun.
Move along.
Oh, they'd arrest me, you know,
especially at night to have a curfew, right?
Niggas have to be home by 11, Negroes 12.
And you'd be trying to get home, you know,
doing your cool around here.
And they'd always catch you out in front of a store
or something, because you'd be taking shortcuts, right?
Cops.
Put your hands up, black boy.
_ _ Cops shot the kid.
Cops shot the kid.
Cops shot the [G] kid.
Cops shot the kid.
Cops shot the kid.
Cops shot the kid.
Cops shot the kid.
Cops shot the kid.
Cops shot the kid.
Cops shot the kid.
I don't want to hurt [N] nobody.
We just came here to party.
See a few dames, exchange some names.
I'm a top shot, the kids stay in your lane.
The cops shot the kid.
[G] Same old same.
Pour out a little liquor, share pain for pain.
[Dbm] _ [G] Slap boxing in the street. _
Crack the hydrant in the heat.
_ Cop cars on the creek, doing they roundups.
We just watch for the sweet.
Yeah, it's hotter than July.
It's the summer when niggas die.
It's the summer when niggas ride.
Together we'll be strong, but forever we divide.
So y'all are blowing my high.
Type of shit that's killing my vibe.
White kids are brought in alive.
Black kids get hit with like five.
Get scared, you panic, you going down.
The disadvantages of the brown.
How in the hell the parents go on burying their own kids,
not the other way around.
_ Reminds me of Emmett Till.
Let's remind them why [Cm] cat kneels.
_ _ The cops shot [F] the kid.
[Ab] Tune _ _ _ _ [F] _
[G] _ _ [C] _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
[Cm] _ _ [Abm] _ _ up and down your timeline.
This fake [E] news, people, is all lying.
Money is being made when a mom cries.
Won't be satisfied till we all die.
Tell me who do we call to report crime.
If 911 doing a drive-by.
It's certain things I can't abide by.
I ain't being extreme, this is [Eb] my side.
[N] Talking big shit, ready to die.
I know every [Abm] story got two sides.
Claiming he paranoid by the black guy.
Cop want to make a home by nighttime.
Just a good kid, he wasn't that guy.
Had a little hit, he wasn't that high.
Cop gonna claim that it was self-defense.
Say he was riding dirty, so the [Cm] case rents.
_ Working [F] 9 to 5. _
Trying to [Ab] stay alive.
_ Making [F] ends meet. _
[G] Shot him [Cm] this week.
_ _ _ [F] _ _
_ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] The cops shot the [G] kid.
The kid is still in here in the [N] street. _ _ _ _ _
All right, you kids, stop having so much fun.
Move along.
Oh, they'd arrest me, you know,
especially at night to have a curfew, right?
Niggas have to be home by 11, Negroes 12.
And you'd be trying to get home, you know,
doing your cool around here.
And they'd always catch you out in front of a store
or something, because you'd be taking shortcuts, right?
Cops.
Put your hands up, black boy.
_ _ Cops shot the kid.
Cops shot the kid.
Cops shot the [G] kid.
Cops shot the kid.
Cops shot the kid.
Cops shot the kid.
Cops shot the kid.
Cops shot the kid.
Cops shot the kid.
Cops shot the kid.
I don't want to hurt [N] nobody.
We just came here to party.
See a few dames, exchange some names.
I'm a top shot, the kids stay in your lane.
The cops shot the kid.
[G] Same old same.
Pour out a little liquor, share pain for pain.
[Dbm] _ [G] Slap boxing in the street. _
Crack the hydrant in the heat.
_ Cop cars on the creek, doing they roundups.
We just watch for the sweet.
Yeah, it's hotter than July.
It's the summer when niggas die.
It's the summer when niggas ride.
Together we'll be strong, but forever we divide.
So y'all are blowing my high.
Type of shit that's killing my vibe.
White kids are brought in alive.
Black kids get hit with like five.
Get scared, you panic, you going down.
The disadvantages of the brown.
How in the hell the parents go on burying their own kids,
not the other way around.
_ Reminds me of Emmett Till.
Let's remind them why [Cm] cat kneels.
_ _ The cops shot [F] the kid.
[Ab] Tune _ _ _ _ [F] _
[G] _ _ [C] _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
[Cm] _ _ [Abm] _ _ up and down your timeline.
This fake [E] news, people, is all lying.
Money is being made when a mom cries.
Won't be satisfied till we all die.
Tell me who do we call to report crime.
If 911 doing a drive-by.
It's certain things I can't abide by.
I ain't being extreme, this is [Eb] my side.
[N] Talking big shit, ready to die.
I know every [Abm] story got two sides.
Claiming he paranoid by the black guy.
Cop want to make a home by nighttime.
Just a good kid, he wasn't that guy.
Had a little hit, he wasn't that high.
Cop gonna claim that it was self-defense.
Say he was riding dirty, so the [Cm] case rents.
_ Working [F] 9 to 5. _
Trying to [Ab] stay alive.
_ Making [F] ends meet. _
[G] Shot him [Cm] this week.
_ _ _ [F] _ _
_ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] The cops shot the [G] kid.
The kid is still in here in the [N] street. _ _ _ _ _