Game - The City ft. Kendrick Lamar Chords

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_ _ [Em] Can the angels _ ever save [D] us? _ _ _ _ _
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[Em] Tell them motherfuckers I'm forever paid California king, [Bm] WrestleVaders in that Everglade
Drive up out that [Am] motherfucking swamp in the Escalade
So before you put that [G] red rag in your pocket I wanna see your fucking [Em] resume
Started off on ground zero, then I start to [D] levitate
Rip rap is a new asshole, I [Bm] never [Am] hesitate
Trey beats on, smoking that chronic just to [G] meditate
I'ma give them hurricanes until another levee break
[Em] You niggas is featherweight, I'm after mass [Bm] heavyweight
Now Trey's weapon of mass destruction is about to detonate
[Am] When the nigga Whack found me, shit, I was selling [G] weight
Now a nigga's selling millions, now it's time to celebrate
[Em] Performing in front of millions, nigga every [Bm] race
6'4", in a 6'4", now watch the Chevy [Am] scrape
Fourth album, no five mics, then let them [G] hate
But I'm not stopping till I'm the fucking king in every [Em] state
Can the angels ever save us?
Recognize [Bm] my life, really cure my fight
Give me fuel for [Am] the fire burning when I yearn these lights
In the midst of the [G] high road blitz, my fingertips start to write
You feel me, yo, wake [Em] up, right, cause I love that shot
I'm a raging bull with a needle dropped
[D] For the record, I'm a [Bm] wreck it
Even if my record don't pop, I'ma [Am] tie you a knot
On the downtown building, let it tow behind me
Tell them they can [G] find me in the dark with ghetto children
Look at my [D] heart, nigga, fuck your [Em] feelings, this is me
I'm sick of motherfuckers talking about the [D] Westside
Can't you hear my heart beating? _
[E] _ [Am] That's the motherfucking Westside
You test me, you [G] test God
I'm his son, and saying psalms, you come at me
Then [Em] I can split you with this Tommy gun
You all had no time to [D] run
I'm from the campus slums, [Bm] and that's how the Wests [Am] ride
I'm from the city where two of the best [G] died
Rest in peace to both of them, spit like I'm the ghost [Em] of them
Damn, I said I spit like I'm the [Bm] ghost of them
Name your top ten, I'm harder than the most [Am] of them
Matter of fact, shorten your list, nigga, top [G] five
Gang, Biggie, Hov, probably Pac, [Em] Nas
No particular order, better mill than [Bm] I slaughter
And serve, niggas, give a fuck what you order
[Am] How dare you niggas pop fly
When I'm the nigga [G] so far, mill out the gate
And numbers do not [Em] lie _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] Recognize my life, ridicule my fight
Give me [Em] fuel for [Am] the fire burning when I yearn these lights
In the midst of the [G] high road blitz, my fingertips start to write
You feel me with your wit caught [Em] right, take a lil' bit shot
I'm a raging bull with a needle dropped
[D] For the record, I'm a [Bm] wreck it
Even if my record don't pop, I'ma [Am] tie you a knot
On a downtown building, let it tow behind me
Tell them they can find [G] me in the dark with ghetto children
[D] Look at my heart, nigga, [Em] fuck your feelings
I gave you the documentary, shit was a classic
[Bm] Gave you doctor's advocate, you ripped it out the package
[Am] Came with LAX, since critics said it was average
[G] I was stressed the fuck out, torn between aftermath [Em] and guessing
_ Interscope, now I got you [D] Interscope
Spilling red ink on the paper, [Bm] it's like my penis [Am] broke
And this is what you all been waiting [G] for
I'm the lost angel knocking on Satan's [Em] door
What the fuck y'all take me for?
I love you cause you hate me [D] more
I'm Kobe on the Lakers floor, except I give you 84
[Am] Shake you like Hades floor
Walk up [Em] on you like, what's [G] going on baby boy?
Shots in that Mercedes [Em] door
Either I'm crazy or the black Slim Shady
[Bm] Or could that be the reason that baby said he would pay me [C] more?
But I still owe Jimmy one more album
[G] The best the West's ever seen, no disrespect to Calvin
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[Bm] Recognize my life, ridicule my fight
[Em] Give me fuel for [Am] the fire burning when I yearn these lights
In the midst of the [G] high road blitz, my fingertips start to write
You familiar with [Em] cartwright?
Cause I love that shot
I'm a raging bull with a nipple drop
[D] For the record, I'm a [Bm] wreck it
If you lift my record, don't [Am] pop on a tire
Not on a downtown building
Let it tow behind me, tell them they can find [G] me in the dark
With ghetto children, [D] look at my heart nigga, [Em] fuck your feelings
This is me, Kingsley, and I wear a pendant
On my shoulder, soldier, like a lieutenant
And the coop tenant [G] got pulled over
Johnny [N] always lock a nigga down
Knowing damn well we don't wanna see the box like Manny Pacquiao
Little nigga made with a size, ride like Pac in his prime
Thug life is now on radar
Tell the federal, come through our radars
Reminiscing when the LA radars was in my home
Snap back fitted on my uncle's dome and I don't condone
Dick riding, I'm addicted to west siding
Living in a city where the skinny niggas die
Hennessy, me really fly, but it turn me to a lion
Trying, _ _ and I mean that shit
Game came through, put the city on its back
I was in the city when a nigga had seen that shit
Counting, a nigga gotta scream that shit
Never went commercial, never TV screened that shit
Can't block or screen that shit
Now everybody sing that shit _ _ _ _ _
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