Chords for Decisions, Decisions
Tempo:
88.1 bpm
Chords used:
C#m
F#
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Jam Along & Learn...
Atlanta, [C#m] gateway to the south.
Yeah.
But between the two holes, it's gotta be right.
You know.
It's a strain man, living in these veins man, sucking on a piece of sugar cane,
drug the chain, take the wind out the throat, we never wash away the pain so let the stain soak.
Loosen the way of ideas, fingertips carry language, computer read, half dead, remove swimsuits for green bags.
I'm on the corner with my butt up, selling new product,
women putting themselves in positions to get cut up.
Don't bow to guts, be an upgrade.
Nothing but the good.
Osmosis, whip that thing up out of the pillow crush,
caught in the crossfire between yankers and 49ers,
rivals, but the south remain calm, neutral,
but we send blood that make homeboys into each other's lives,
over colors and things that they can bring to the next plane.
The troops [F#] in blue [C#m] badges, who are the biggest gangs in Babylon,
die slowly but surely, malicious rivals with half-head triggers on the loose like juice,
and white America couldn't stand it, LAPD planned it,
incriminating evidence, jurors on the dead order,
but talking outside the court rooms, shooting birds at the judges,
fucks and co-employees, outrageous slurs,
destroying documents of complaints from black workers.
You found so long ago, you're going in,
you live to die, and you're bound to live again,
but you can't win for losing, what size are you choosing?
This is a decision to make, uh-uh, this is a decision to make.
Legalize the dope and make paper,
think it's time to pull another paper out of my bag of tricks,
these niggas ain't recognizing how they used it up to get rich,
niggas dying and shit, I would've broke my back for the scratch,
that's what I did when I was a kid, always had to throw or doing a bid,
in the back of my mind, a life of crime was the last resort,
I knew that going to court drama wasn't likely,
I'm an extremist like a chemist, cooking up a plan like the Winston story,
what's I do?
Like a thousand volts over the edge of the hoop,
with the CIA selling coke to make their flow flow,
up the river, King Louis, liquor sipper, as I strategize,
I plan to infiltrate the crooked New World ways of living life,
who we [C#] got to fight, get it right, are you down to fight?
I'm a man of relentless [C#m] realism, regardless represents,
Southwest goes out possessing manifest this heaven sense,
what's sad is met to the fullest extent, no nonsense,
because my conscience wouldn't be content with just a little wealth,
a little fame, but your mind frame will keep you living the same,
and it's a shame that niggas would settle with the ghetto,
hoes have some clothes and ain't making what you supposed,
close your eyes to what your contract shows in fine print,
they got to get back every cent you spent, you content cuz,
you do what everybody does, the industry done changed from the person you was,
knee deep in the struggle, two part time jobs to juggle,
got a lady and a seed that you can't hardly feed,
in a day your life could end, so you the pen on the reciting,
and the writing when you got the spare time to spend,
to keep you stable, hoping one day you'll be able,
to be a commodity on somebody record label, got your chance,
$20,000 advance and a car, and all of a sudden you a star,
at the bar balling, calling the way to the brain,
one of they finest [F#] wines, then you start to smoke lines,
[C#m] your life defines the misconception of staying down,
you can't be influenced by everybody you hang around,
you should have been more appreciative, of the life that you were blessed to live,
100% is what you got to give, cuz ain't no telling,
your bullshit start smelling, and you wonder why your record ain't selling,
no more, ended up with no no, and no respect back in the projects,
and building 23, right next door to me.
hehehe
The battle's no longer physical, it's from within,
you live to die, and you die to live again,
but [F#] you can't win from losing, [C#m] what sides are you choosing,
this isn't decisions to make,
this isn't decisions to make,
don't rob the goods, see your own worth,
not them but their good ass.
Yeah.
But between the two holes, it's gotta be right.
You know.
It's a strain man, living in these veins man, sucking on a piece of sugar cane,
drug the chain, take the wind out the throat, we never wash away the pain so let the stain soak.
Loosen the way of ideas, fingertips carry language, computer read, half dead, remove swimsuits for green bags.
I'm on the corner with my butt up, selling new product,
women putting themselves in positions to get cut up.
Don't bow to guts, be an upgrade.
Nothing but the good.
Osmosis, whip that thing up out of the pillow crush,
caught in the crossfire between yankers and 49ers,
rivals, but the south remain calm, neutral,
but we send blood that make homeboys into each other's lives,
over colors and things that they can bring to the next plane.
The troops [F#] in blue [C#m] badges, who are the biggest gangs in Babylon,
die slowly but surely, malicious rivals with half-head triggers on the loose like juice,
and white America couldn't stand it, LAPD planned it,
incriminating evidence, jurors on the dead order,
but talking outside the court rooms, shooting birds at the judges,
fucks and co-employees, outrageous slurs,
destroying documents of complaints from black workers.
You found so long ago, you're going in,
you live to die, and you're bound to live again,
but you can't win for losing, what size are you choosing?
This is a decision to make, uh-uh, this is a decision to make.
Legalize the dope and make paper,
think it's time to pull another paper out of my bag of tricks,
these niggas ain't recognizing how they used it up to get rich,
niggas dying and shit, I would've broke my back for the scratch,
that's what I did when I was a kid, always had to throw or doing a bid,
in the back of my mind, a life of crime was the last resort,
I knew that going to court drama wasn't likely,
I'm an extremist like a chemist, cooking up a plan like the Winston story,
what's I do?
Like a thousand volts over the edge of the hoop,
with the CIA selling coke to make their flow flow,
up the river, King Louis, liquor sipper, as I strategize,
I plan to infiltrate the crooked New World ways of living life,
who we [C#] got to fight, get it right, are you down to fight?
I'm a man of relentless [C#m] realism, regardless represents,
Southwest goes out possessing manifest this heaven sense,
what's sad is met to the fullest extent, no nonsense,
because my conscience wouldn't be content with just a little wealth,
a little fame, but your mind frame will keep you living the same,
and it's a shame that niggas would settle with the ghetto,
hoes have some clothes and ain't making what you supposed,
close your eyes to what your contract shows in fine print,
they got to get back every cent you spent, you content cuz,
you do what everybody does, the industry done changed from the person you was,
knee deep in the struggle, two part time jobs to juggle,
got a lady and a seed that you can't hardly feed,
in a day your life could end, so you the pen on the reciting,
and the writing when you got the spare time to spend,
to keep you stable, hoping one day you'll be able,
to be a commodity on somebody record label, got your chance,
$20,000 advance and a car, and all of a sudden you a star,
at the bar balling, calling the way to the brain,
one of they finest [F#] wines, then you start to smoke lines,
[C#m] your life defines the misconception of staying down,
you can't be influenced by everybody you hang around,
you should have been more appreciative, of the life that you were blessed to live,
100% is what you got to give, cuz ain't no telling,
your bullshit start smelling, and you wonder why your record ain't selling,
no more, ended up with no no, and no respect back in the projects,
and building 23, right next door to me.
hehehe
The battle's no longer physical, it's from within,
you live to die, and you die to live again,
but [F#] you can't win from losing, [C#m] what sides are you choosing,
this isn't decisions to make,
this isn't decisions to make,
don't rob the goods, see your own worth,
not them but their good ass.
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C#m
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Atlanta, [C#m] gateway to the south.
Yeah.
But between the two holes, it's gotta be right.
You know. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ It's a strain man, living in these veins man, sucking on a piece of sugar cane,
drug the chain, take the wind out the throat, we never wash away the pain so let the stain soak.
Loosen the way of ideas, fingertips carry language, computer read, half dead, remove swimsuits for green bags.
I'm on the corner with my butt up, selling new product,
women putting themselves in positions to get cut up.
Don't bow to guts, be an upgrade.
_ Nothing but the good.
Osmosis, whip that thing up out of the pillow crush,
caught in the crossfire between yankers and 49ers,
rivals, but the south remain calm, neutral,
but we send blood that make homeboys into each other's lives,
over colors and things that they can bring to the next plane.
The troops [F#] in blue [C#m] badges, who are the biggest gangs in Babylon,
die slowly but surely, malicious rivals with half-head triggers on the loose like juice,
and white America couldn't stand it, LAPD planned it,
incriminating evidence, jurors on the dead order,
but talking outside the court rooms, shooting birds at the judges,
fucks and co-employees, outrageous slurs,
destroying documents of complaints from black workers.
_ You found so long ago, _ you're going in,
you live to die, and you're bound to live again,
but you can't win for losing, what size are you choosing?
This is a decision to make, uh-uh, this is a decision to make.
Legalize the dope and make paper,
think it's time to pull another paper out of my bag of tricks,
these niggas ain't recognizing how they used it up to get rich,
niggas dying and shit, I would've broke my back for the scratch,
that's what I did when I was a kid, always had to throw or doing a bid,
in the back of my mind, a life of crime was the last resort,
I knew that going to court drama wasn't likely,
I'm an extremist like a chemist, cooking up a plan like the Winston story,
what's I do?
Like a thousand volts over the edge of the hoop,
with the CIA selling coke to make their flow flow,
up the river, King Louis, liquor sipper, as I strategize,
I plan to infiltrate the crooked New World ways of living life,
who we [C#] got to fight, get it right, are you down to fight?
I'm a man of relentless [C#m] realism, regardless represents,
Southwest goes out possessing manifest this heaven sense,
what's sad is met to the fullest extent, no nonsense,
because my conscience wouldn't be content with just a little wealth,
a little fame, but your mind frame will keep you living the same,
and it's a shame that niggas would settle with the ghetto,
hoes have some clothes and ain't making what you supposed,
close your eyes to what your contract shows in fine print,
they got to get back every cent you spent, you content cuz,
you do what everybody does, the industry done changed from the person you was,
knee deep in the struggle, two part time jobs to juggle,
got a lady and a seed that you can't hardly feed,
in a day your life could end, so you the pen on the reciting,
and the writing when you got the spare time to spend,
to keep you stable, hoping one day you'll be able,
to be a commodity on somebody record label, got your chance,
$20,000 advance and a car, and all of a sudden you a star,
at the bar balling, calling the way to the brain,
one of they finest [F#] wines, then you start to smoke lines,
[C#m] your life defines the misconception of staying down,
you can't be influenced by everybody you hang around,
you should have been more appreciative, of the life that you were blessed to live,
100% is what you got to give, cuz ain't no telling,
your bullshit start smelling, and you wonder why your record ain't selling,
no more, ended up with no no, and no respect back in the projects,
and building 23, right next door to me. _
hehehe
The battle's no longer physical, it's from within,
you live to die, and you die to live again,
but [F#] you can't win from losing, [C#m] what sides are you choosing,
this isn't decisions to make,
this isn't decisions to make,
don't rob the goods, see your own worth, _
not them but their good ass. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Yeah.
But between the two holes, it's gotta be right.
You know. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ It's a strain man, living in these veins man, sucking on a piece of sugar cane,
drug the chain, take the wind out the throat, we never wash away the pain so let the stain soak.
Loosen the way of ideas, fingertips carry language, computer read, half dead, remove swimsuits for green bags.
I'm on the corner with my butt up, selling new product,
women putting themselves in positions to get cut up.
Don't bow to guts, be an upgrade.
_ Nothing but the good.
Osmosis, whip that thing up out of the pillow crush,
caught in the crossfire between yankers and 49ers,
rivals, but the south remain calm, neutral,
but we send blood that make homeboys into each other's lives,
over colors and things that they can bring to the next plane.
The troops [F#] in blue [C#m] badges, who are the biggest gangs in Babylon,
die slowly but surely, malicious rivals with half-head triggers on the loose like juice,
and white America couldn't stand it, LAPD planned it,
incriminating evidence, jurors on the dead order,
but talking outside the court rooms, shooting birds at the judges,
fucks and co-employees, outrageous slurs,
destroying documents of complaints from black workers.
_ You found so long ago, _ you're going in,
you live to die, and you're bound to live again,
but you can't win for losing, what size are you choosing?
This is a decision to make, uh-uh, this is a decision to make.
Legalize the dope and make paper,
think it's time to pull another paper out of my bag of tricks,
these niggas ain't recognizing how they used it up to get rich,
niggas dying and shit, I would've broke my back for the scratch,
that's what I did when I was a kid, always had to throw or doing a bid,
in the back of my mind, a life of crime was the last resort,
I knew that going to court drama wasn't likely,
I'm an extremist like a chemist, cooking up a plan like the Winston story,
what's I do?
Like a thousand volts over the edge of the hoop,
with the CIA selling coke to make their flow flow,
up the river, King Louis, liquor sipper, as I strategize,
I plan to infiltrate the crooked New World ways of living life,
who we [C#] got to fight, get it right, are you down to fight?
I'm a man of relentless [C#m] realism, regardless represents,
Southwest goes out possessing manifest this heaven sense,
what's sad is met to the fullest extent, no nonsense,
because my conscience wouldn't be content with just a little wealth,
a little fame, but your mind frame will keep you living the same,
and it's a shame that niggas would settle with the ghetto,
hoes have some clothes and ain't making what you supposed,
close your eyes to what your contract shows in fine print,
they got to get back every cent you spent, you content cuz,
you do what everybody does, the industry done changed from the person you was,
knee deep in the struggle, two part time jobs to juggle,
got a lady and a seed that you can't hardly feed,
in a day your life could end, so you the pen on the reciting,
and the writing when you got the spare time to spend,
to keep you stable, hoping one day you'll be able,
to be a commodity on somebody record label, got your chance,
$20,000 advance and a car, and all of a sudden you a star,
at the bar balling, calling the way to the brain,
one of they finest [F#] wines, then you start to smoke lines,
[C#m] your life defines the misconception of staying down,
you can't be influenced by everybody you hang around,
you should have been more appreciative, of the life that you were blessed to live,
100% is what you got to give, cuz ain't no telling,
your bullshit start smelling, and you wonder why your record ain't selling,
no more, ended up with no no, and no respect back in the projects,
and building 23, right next door to me. _
hehehe
The battle's no longer physical, it's from within,
you live to die, and you die to live again,
but [F#] you can't win from losing, [C#m] what sides are you choosing,
this isn't decisions to make,
this isn't decisions to make,
don't rob the goods, see your own worth, _
not them but their good ass. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _