Chords for Give Up the Goods (Just Step)

Rolled up man, you know what I'm sayin'?
So I be tellin' these niggas, man, shit ain't a game, man, shit's real
Tell em, let the niggas know, man, you know what I'm sayin'?
Shit's definitely real
[G] _ _
[F#m] Ayo, Queen get the money, long time no [G] cash
I'm caught up in the hustle where the guns go [F#m] blast
You're full of retaliated so I had to think [G] fast
Pull out my heat first, she pull out a C [F#m]-blast
Now who the fuck niggas livin' to this [G] day?
I'm tryna tell these young niggas crime don't [F#m] pay
They looked at me and said, Queens niggas don't [G] play
You do your thing, I'll do mine, can't stay out of my [F#m] ways
Type R tryna survive in New York [G] State
Can't stop till I'm eatin' off a platinum [F#m] plate
Po' Po' comes around and tries to [G] relocate me
Lock me up forever but they can't deflate [F#m] me
Cause havin' cash is highly [G] addictive
Especially when you used to havin' money to [F#m] live with
I pull a step back, look at my life as a [G] whole
Ain't no love, it seems the devil done stole my [F#] soul
I'm out for Delphia, selfie up, P's not [G] helpin' ya
I'm tryna get dyslexia, suck
[F#m] Plus the cellular, yo big noise
I [G] can't cope with all these crab niggas tryna [F#m] shorten my rope
Yo it's the R-A-double-P-E [G]-R-N-O-Y-D
Niggas can't fuck with me, [F#m] comin' straight outta QB
Pushin' on [G] infinity, you askin' I rip it constantly?
[F#m] Mentally?
Definitely, to the death of me
Come and [G] test me, trust me
Nigga can't touch me if he [F#m] snuff me, so bust me
You're gonna have to, cause I'm a [G] blast to
My lyrical like a miracle, ill [F#m]-spiritual
I'm born with it, I'm gettin' on with it
[G] And I'm a habitual fuckin' that ain't goin' with it
[F#] Cause I'm a what?
Composed of hardcore
A [G] lyrical destructor, don't make me buck ya
Cause I'm a [F#m] wild motherfucker
You know I float, you know my [G] C-low
Even pack my gap when I go to see my P [F#m]-O
Jump out my hooptie, pass my gap in my [G] loofie to my shorty
In case my P-O [D] try to troop [F#m] me to the alley
I know if I start wildin', [G] flippin' on niggas
Walkin' around with the nice gold [F#m] medallions
But shit invalid me, so I [G] escape
Feed back the queens, pumpin' the fiends
Make it more [F#m] green, know what I mean?
I'm a natural born [G] hustler, won't try to cut ya
Pull out my phone, phone and bluster
[F#m] There ain't no time for fake attacks
Brother, that [G] fake jack's been laid on his back
The streets is [F#m] real, can't roll without steel
I feel how I feel [G] cause I was born to kill
Do what I gotta, to eat [F#m] a decent meal
Brothers are starvin', been tryin' to find a [G] job
Son, it's all about robbin', so [Bm] don't be too [F#m] long
When we come through, we supposed to
If you were [G] postal, get your face blown, dude
Off the map [F#m] cause I react, and check
My brother was a blessed world, [G] so I act like that
Drug [F#m] dealin', only messin' shorties, that's a feelin'
I'm frontin' all the world [G] once I start four wheelin'
Cause back on the [F#m] 41st, shawty, do it right
Tiffany and Jay [G] gettin' fat all night
And who dat?
Never [F#m] seen him in my whole life
Step 2 is in [G] this country, surely right
Ho-Ho ain't around, [F#m] so I grab my pound
Money retaliated, [G] so I hit the ground
My life was on the line, gotta [F#m] hold my projects down
Can't see myself gettin' [G] bodied by a clown
Ass nigga that ain't even from [F#m] my town
Hit him up in the test, [G] now he's layin' me down
Jetted up from under the bench, [F#] I started [F#m] hearin' sirens
I stopped firin', [G] he cut ass like a diamond
Jetted to the crib, [F#m] what a relief
Stashed the heat, [G] then proceeded to pee
Out the window, called my son, [F#m] yo son
We got booze, but no question
Money [G] had a problem, so I saw him
I [F#m] got my mind on a stick, I'm out, it's time to get [G] paid
Thinkin' of ways to take what I already paid
[F#m] Cause crime in the air, ain't no time to be afraid
[G] Give me yours or get laid
[F#m] Give up because you get scraped
[Bm] I _ _ [F#m] got lots of love for my crew, that is
[G] No love for the mother coos and rival kids
[F#m] All them out of town niggas know what time it is
And [G] if they don't, they need to buy a watch
Word up, [N] caught up in the crossfire, get they self heard up
While I be sippin' gin straight in a plastic cup
On a bar bench on 12th street, my whole crew's famous
You try to bust your gat and keep it real, but you aimless
First of all, slow down, you on the wrong route
Let me put you on your feet and show you what's it all about
The street life, ain't nothin' to [C#] play with
No jokes, no games, kid, for years I've been doin' the same shit
[F] Just drinkin' liquor, doin' biz, and slaughtin' crackheads
And stickin' up to stick-up kids
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