Chords for Goodie Mob Decisions, Decisions
Tempo:
89.15 bpm
Chords used:
C#m
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Atlanta, [C#m] gateway to the south.
Yeah.
But between the two holes, I'm gonna be right.
You know.
It's a strain, man, living in these veins, man, sucking on a piece of sugar cane,
just a chain, take the wind out the throat,
we never wash away the pain, so let the stain soak.
Loosen the wave, 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.
Drop out your guts, see your upper world,
not damn far down, good.
Osmosis, whip that thing up out of the pillow crust,
cough in the crossfire between Yankees and 49ers,
rivals of the south remain all neutral.
We send blood that meant homeboys ended each other's lives,
over colors and things that they can bring to the next plane.
The two blue badges, who are the biggest gangs in Babylon,
die slowly but surely.
Melissa's drivers were half-paired 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, fuck Texaco,
unplugged South Ridge, a slurge, destroying documents,
or complaints from black workers.
The battle's no longer physical, it's more real.
You live to die, and you die to live again.
But you can't win from losing, what sides 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 crips.
These niggas ain't recognizing how they using us to get quips.
Niggas dying and shit.
I put a rug my back for the scratch,
that's what I did when I was a kid.
Always had to talk or doing a bid in the back of my mind,
unlike for crime, what's the last resort?
I knew that going to court drama wasn't likely.
I'm extremist like a chemist,
cooking up a plan like the witch doctor,
so I'll shock you like a thousand bolts over the edge of the hoop,
with the CIA selling coke to make their loaf go.
Up the river, King Louis, liquor sipping,
as I strategize, I plan to infiltrate the crooked Newark way to live a life.
Who we got to fight to get it right?
Are you down in my
The relentless realism regardless represents,
Southwest goes out possessive, manifest the 7th sense,
what's said is meant to the fullest extent,
no nonsense because my conscience wouldn't be content,
but just a little wealth, a little fame,
with your mind frame will keep you living the same,
and it's a shame that niggas would settle with the ghetto.
Holes have some clothes and ain't making what you supposed,
let your eyes close to what your contract shows in fine print,
they got to get back every cent you spent,
you content cause you do what everybody does,
the industry done changed from the person you was,
he deep in the struggle, two part time jobs to juggle,
got a lady and a seed that you can't hardly feed,
and the day your life could end,
so you depend on the reciting and the writing,
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 ball ballin,
calling the way to the brain one of they finest wines,
[F#] then you started snorting [C#m] lines,
your life defies 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,
cause 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 build a 23 right next door to me.
hehehehe
The battle's no longer physical,
it's from within,
you live and die,
and you bout to live again,
[F#] but you can't win by losing,
what sides are you [C#m] cruising,
this is the decision to make,
oh,
this is the decision to make,
about the goods,
in your upper woods,
nothing but their good ass.
Yeah.
But between the two holes, I'm gonna be right.
You know.
It's a strain, man, living in these veins, man, sucking on a piece of sugar cane,
just a chain, take the wind out the throat,
we never wash away the pain, so let the stain soak.
Loosen the wave, 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.
Drop out your guts, see your upper world,
not damn far down, good.
Osmosis, whip that thing up out of the pillow crust,
cough in the crossfire between Yankees and 49ers,
rivals of the south remain all neutral.
We send blood that meant homeboys ended each other's lives,
over colors and things that they can bring to the next plane.
The two blue badges, who are the biggest gangs in Babylon,
die slowly but surely.
Melissa's drivers were half-paired 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, fuck Texaco,
unplugged South Ridge, a slurge, destroying documents,
or complaints from black workers.
The battle's no longer physical, it's more real.
You live to die, and you die to live again.
But you can't win from losing, what sides 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 crips.
These niggas ain't recognizing how they using us to get quips.
Niggas dying and shit.
I put a rug my back for the scratch,
that's what I did when I was a kid.
Always had to talk or doing a bid in the back of my mind,
unlike for crime, what's the last resort?
I knew that going to court drama wasn't likely.
I'm extremist like a chemist,
cooking up a plan like the witch doctor,
so I'll shock you like a thousand bolts over the edge of the hoop,
with the CIA selling coke to make their loaf go.
Up the river, King Louis, liquor sipping,
as I strategize, I plan to infiltrate the crooked Newark way to live a life.
Who we got to fight to get it right?
Are you down in my
The relentless realism regardless represents,
Southwest goes out possessive, manifest the 7th sense,
what's said is meant to the fullest extent,
no nonsense because my conscience wouldn't be content,
but just a little wealth, a little fame,
with your mind frame will keep you living the same,
and it's a shame that niggas would settle with the ghetto.
Holes have some clothes and ain't making what you supposed,
let your eyes close to what your contract shows in fine print,
they got to get back every cent you spent,
you content cause you do what everybody does,
the industry done changed from the person you was,
he deep in the struggle, two part time jobs to juggle,
got a lady and a seed that you can't hardly feed,
and the day your life could end,
so you depend on the reciting and the writing,
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 ball ballin,
calling the way to the brain one of they finest wines,
[F#] then you started snorting [C#m] lines,
your life defies 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,
cause 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 build a 23 right next door to me.
hehehehe
The battle's no longer physical,
it's from within,
you live and die,
and you bout to live again,
[F#] but you can't win by losing,
what sides are you [C#m] cruising,
this is the decision to make,
oh,
this is the decision to make,
about the goods,
in your upper woods,
nothing but their good ass.
Key:
C#m
F#
C#m
F#
C#m
F#
C#m
F#
_ _ _ _ _ _ Atlanta, [C#m] gateway to the south.
Yeah.
But between the two holes, I'm gonna be right.
You know. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ It's a strain, man, living in these veins, man, sucking on a piece of sugar cane,
just a chain, take the wind out the throat,
we never wash away the pain, so let the stain soak.
Loosen the wave, 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.
Drop out your guts, see your upper world,
_ not damn far down, good.
Osmosis, whip that thing up out of the pillow crust,
cough in the crossfire between Yankees and 49ers,
rivals of the south remain all neutral.
We send blood that meant homeboys ended each other's lives,
over colors and things that they can bring to the next plane.
The two blue badges, who are the biggest gangs in Babylon,
die slowly but surely.
Melissa's drivers were half-paired 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, fuck Texaco,
unplugged South Ridge, a slurge, destroying documents,
or complaints from black workers. _ _
The battle's no longer physical, it's more real.
You live to die, and you die to live again.
But you can't win from losing, what sides 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 crips.
These niggas ain't recognizing how they using us to get quips.
Niggas dying and shit.
I put a rug my back for the scratch,
that's what I did when I was a kid.
Always had to talk or doing a bid in the back of my mind,
unlike for crime, what's the last resort?
I knew that going to court drama wasn't likely.
I'm extremist like a chemist,
cooking up a plan like the witch doctor,
so I'll shock you like a thousand bolts over the edge of the hoop,
with the CIA selling coke to make their loaf go.
Up the river, King Louis, liquor sipping,
as I strategize, I plan to infiltrate the crooked Newark way to live a life.
Who we got to fight to get it right?
Are you down in my_
The relentless realism regardless represents,
Southwest goes out possessive, manifest the 7th sense,
what's said is meant to the fullest extent,
no nonsense because my conscience wouldn't be content,
but just a little wealth, a little fame,
with your mind frame will keep you living the same,
and it's a shame that niggas would settle with the ghetto.
Holes have some clothes and ain't making what you supposed,
let your eyes close to what your contract shows in fine print,
they got to get back every cent you spent,
you content cause you do what everybody does,
the industry done changed from the person you was,
he deep in the struggle, two part time jobs to juggle,
got a lady and a seed that you can't hardly feed,
and the day your life could end,
so you depend on the reciting and the writing,
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 ball ballin,
calling the way to the brain one of they finest wines,
[F#] then you started snorting [C#m] lines,
your life defies 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,
cause 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 build a 23 right next door to me.
_ _ _ hehehehe
The battle's no longer physical,
it's from within,
you live and die,
and you bout to live again,
[F#] but you can't win by losing,
what sides are you [C#m] cruising,
this is the decision to make,
oh,
this is the decision to make,
about the goods,
in your upper woods,
_ nothing but their good ass. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Yeah.
But between the two holes, I'm gonna be right.
You know. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ It's a strain, man, living in these veins, man, sucking on a piece of sugar cane,
just a chain, take the wind out the throat,
we never wash away the pain, so let the stain soak.
Loosen the wave, 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.
Drop out your guts, see your upper world,
_ not damn far down, good.
Osmosis, whip that thing up out of the pillow crust,
cough in the crossfire between Yankees and 49ers,
rivals of the south remain all neutral.
We send blood that meant homeboys ended each other's lives,
over colors and things that they can bring to the next plane.
The two blue badges, who are the biggest gangs in Babylon,
die slowly but surely.
Melissa's drivers were half-paired 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, fuck Texaco,
unplugged South Ridge, a slurge, destroying documents,
or complaints from black workers. _ _
The battle's no longer physical, it's more real.
You live to die, and you die to live again.
But you can't win from losing, what sides 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 crips.
These niggas ain't recognizing how they using us to get quips.
Niggas dying and shit.
I put a rug my back for the scratch,
that's what I did when I was a kid.
Always had to talk or doing a bid in the back of my mind,
unlike for crime, what's the last resort?
I knew that going to court drama wasn't likely.
I'm extremist like a chemist,
cooking up a plan like the witch doctor,
so I'll shock you like a thousand bolts over the edge of the hoop,
with the CIA selling coke to make their loaf go.
Up the river, King Louis, liquor sipping,
as I strategize, I plan to infiltrate the crooked Newark way to live a life.
Who we got to fight to get it right?
Are you down in my_
The relentless realism regardless represents,
Southwest goes out possessive, manifest the 7th sense,
what's said is meant to the fullest extent,
no nonsense because my conscience wouldn't be content,
but just a little wealth, a little fame,
with your mind frame will keep you living the same,
and it's a shame that niggas would settle with the ghetto.
Holes have some clothes and ain't making what you supposed,
let your eyes close to what your contract shows in fine print,
they got to get back every cent you spent,
you content cause you do what everybody does,
the industry done changed from the person you was,
he deep in the struggle, two part time jobs to juggle,
got a lady and a seed that you can't hardly feed,
and the day your life could end,
so you depend on the reciting and the writing,
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 ball ballin,
calling the way to the brain one of they finest wines,
[F#] then you started snorting [C#m] lines,
your life defies 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,
cause 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 build a 23 right next door to me.
_ _ _ hehehehe
The battle's no longer physical,
it's from within,
you live and die,
and you bout to live again,
[F#] but you can't win by losing,
what sides are you [C#m] cruising,
this is the decision to make,
oh,
this is the decision to make,
about the goods,
in your upper woods,
_ nothing but their good ass. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _