Chords for Kool G Rap & DJ Polo - Streets Of New York (Official Video)
Tempo:
91.1 bpm
Chords used:
F#
B
F#m
G#m
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] [D#m]
[E] In the streets [F#] of New York, dope fiends are leaning for [G#] morphine, the TV screens follow
the homicide [F#] scenes.
You live here, you're taking a chance, so [D#m] look and I'll take one glimpse [C] as a man in
front of an [F#] ambulance.
The crowds are getting louder, I [G#m] wonder how the people [G#] wanna go fight for the right [F#] to power.
People hanging in spots, they waited [B] till the blots got hot [C#m] and got raided by the [F#] cops.
I'll explain [A] to man sleeping in the [B] rain, his whole life remains inside a bottle of night [F#m] rain.
Another man got his clothes in a sack, [B] cause he spent every dime of his rent playing [F#m] blackjack.
And there's the poor little sister, she [B] has a little baby daughter named Sonia, and Sonia
[F#m] has a mother, so why's her mother end up on [B] zip code?
Yo, that's her child's phone, his mommy is a [F#] bar flipper.
Drug dealers drive around looking hot, [G#] knowing they sending their brothers and sisters to the graveyard.
Every day is a main event, some old lady limps to [E] pussies in pants, see the strength.
[F#] It gets [E] tiring, the sight of a gun firing, they must [A#] desire for the sign of a [F#] siren.
A black lady dies in the [D#] outways, she's seen the [B] last of her days inside the subways.
More and more down the slope, kids [G#m] couldn't cope, so they stole [E] somebody's dope on the cold [F#] road.
Now my son's on the run, [G#m] he's the one that wanna have [B] fun, that was done by shotgun.
Upstairs, I cover my ears in [D#m] tears, the man downstairs [G#] must've drank too many [F#] beers.
Cause every day of his life, he beats [Bm] his wife, till one night [B] he decides to pull a
[F#m] kitchen knife, blind man plays the sax.
A tool called the arms on my mom, so [F#m] railroad straps.
Many lives are cut [D#] short, it's when you're [F#] living in the streets of New York.
[A] [B]
[C#m] [F#m] [B]
[C#m] [F#] Baby [E] needs new shoes, [C#] but his papa uses all the money for [F#m] booze.
A young [Em] girl is undressed in the [A] backseat of a [B] caddy, calling some man [F#] daddy.
Three minutes laying inside her [D#m] apartment, all you can [B] see is the sparks when they're
[F#] talking, daylight broke, cops [G#m] rollin' on the scene, the [E] drug war, daily [F#] routine.
Down the spot, just a [D#m] poor man's shot box, you [B] weren't on a lot, you're [F#] shot.
The drug dealing fanatics, [G#m] but you don't want no [C#m] status, cause they got crack [F#] addicts for automatics.
Shootouts for others, [D#] I have territory, a kid got caught on the [F#] crossfire.
A tired [A] mother can't take no more, [B] she grabbed a bottle full of sleeping pills and took about [F#] 24.
Human beings are laying on the [B] pavement, cause they're a part of a mental [F#m] enslavement.
The cops snipers, little [B] babies in dirty diapers, this type of life is making a [F#] hyper.
People stompin' a tossed out [D#] building, they got [G#] killed when the cold air [F#] fills in.
Does health really suggest it?
[G#m] Warm up persons are reptin', a child [F#] molested, a little kid says yo.
[G#m] I got a color [C#m] TV, CD player, and car [F#] stereo, and all I want is a capsule.
[G#m]
I also got [B] a 38, don't give me no [F#] hassle.
One [E] kick, head straight for the [G#] top.
I get [C] stopped, pop, crock, [F#] crook, cop, [A] look behind you when you walk.
That's how it is, in the streets of New York.
[B] [G#m] [F#m] [B]
[F#]
[B]
[F#m]
[E] In the streets [F#] of New York, dope fiends are leaning for [G#] morphine, the TV screens follow
the homicide [F#] scenes.
You live here, you're taking a chance, so [D#m] look and I'll take one glimpse [C] as a man in
front of an [F#] ambulance.
The crowds are getting louder, I [G#m] wonder how the people [G#] wanna go fight for the right [F#] to power.
People hanging in spots, they waited [B] till the blots got hot [C#m] and got raided by the [F#] cops.
I'll explain [A] to man sleeping in the [B] rain, his whole life remains inside a bottle of night [F#m] rain.
Another man got his clothes in a sack, [B] cause he spent every dime of his rent playing [F#m] blackjack.
And there's the poor little sister, she [B] has a little baby daughter named Sonia, and Sonia
[F#m] has a mother, so why's her mother end up on [B] zip code?
Yo, that's her child's phone, his mommy is a [F#] bar flipper.
Drug dealers drive around looking hot, [G#] knowing they sending their brothers and sisters to the graveyard.
Every day is a main event, some old lady limps to [E] pussies in pants, see the strength.
[F#] It gets [E] tiring, the sight of a gun firing, they must [A#] desire for the sign of a [F#] siren.
A black lady dies in the [D#] outways, she's seen the [B] last of her days inside the subways.
More and more down the slope, kids [G#m] couldn't cope, so they stole [E] somebody's dope on the cold [F#] road.
Now my son's on the run, [G#m] he's the one that wanna have [B] fun, that was done by shotgun.
Upstairs, I cover my ears in [D#m] tears, the man downstairs [G#] must've drank too many [F#] beers.
Cause every day of his life, he beats [Bm] his wife, till one night [B] he decides to pull a
[F#m] kitchen knife, blind man plays the sax.
A tool called the arms on my mom, so [F#m] railroad straps.
Many lives are cut [D#] short, it's when you're [F#] living in the streets of New York.
[A] [B]
[C#m] [F#m] [B]
[C#m] [F#] Baby [E] needs new shoes, [C#] but his papa uses all the money for [F#m] booze.
A young [Em] girl is undressed in the [A] backseat of a [B] caddy, calling some man [F#] daddy.
Three minutes laying inside her [D#m] apartment, all you can [B] see is the sparks when they're
[F#] talking, daylight broke, cops [G#m] rollin' on the scene, the [E] drug war, daily [F#] routine.
Down the spot, just a [D#m] poor man's shot box, you [B] weren't on a lot, you're [F#] shot.
The drug dealing fanatics, [G#m] but you don't want no [C#m] status, cause they got crack [F#] addicts for automatics.
Shootouts for others, [D#] I have territory, a kid got caught on the [F#] crossfire.
A tired [A] mother can't take no more, [B] she grabbed a bottle full of sleeping pills and took about [F#] 24.
Human beings are laying on the [B] pavement, cause they're a part of a mental [F#m] enslavement.
The cops snipers, little [B] babies in dirty diapers, this type of life is making a [F#] hyper.
People stompin' a tossed out [D#] building, they got [G#] killed when the cold air [F#] fills in.
Does health really suggest it?
[G#m] Warm up persons are reptin', a child [F#] molested, a little kid says yo.
[G#m] I got a color [C#m] TV, CD player, and car [F#] stereo, and all I want is a capsule.
[G#m]
I also got [B] a 38, don't give me no [F#] hassle.
One [E] kick, head straight for the [G#] top.
I get [C] stopped, pop, crock, [F#] crook, cop, [A] look behind you when you walk.
That's how it is, in the streets of New York.
[B] [G#m] [F#m] [B]
[F#]
[B]
[F#m]
Key:
F#
B
F#m
G#m
E
F#
B
F#m
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [D#m] _
[E] _ In the streets [F#] of New York, dope fiends are leaning for [G#] morphine, the TV screens follow
the homicide [F#] scenes.
You live here, you're taking a chance, so [D#m] look and I'll take one glimpse [C] as a man in
front of an [F#] ambulance.
The crowds are getting louder, I [G#m] wonder how the people [G#] wanna go fight for the right [F#] to power.
People hanging in spots, they waited [B] till the blots got hot [C#m] and got raided by the [F#] cops.
I'll explain [A] to man sleeping in the [B] rain, his whole life remains inside a bottle of night [F#m] rain.
Another man got his clothes in a sack, [B] cause he spent every dime of his rent playing [F#m] blackjack.
And there's the poor little sister, she [B] has a little baby daughter named Sonia, and Sonia
[F#m] has a mother, so why's her mother end up on [B] zip code?
Yo, that's her child's phone, his mommy is a [F#] bar flipper.
Drug dealers drive around looking hot, [G#] knowing they sending their brothers and sisters to the graveyard.
Every day is a main event, some old lady limps to [E] pussies in pants, see the strength.
[F#] It gets [E] tiring, the sight of a gun firing, they must [A#] desire for the sign of a [F#] siren.
A black lady dies in the [D#] outways, she's seen the [B] last of her days inside the subways.
More and more down the slope, kids [G#m] couldn't cope, so they stole [E] somebody's dope on the cold [F#] road.
Now my son's on the run, [G#m] he's the one that wanna have [B] fun, that was done by shotgun.
Upstairs, I cover my ears in [D#m] tears, the man downstairs [G#] must've drank too many [F#] beers.
Cause every day of his life, he beats [Bm] his wife, till one night [B] he decides to pull a
[F#m] kitchen knife, blind man plays the sax.
A tool called the arms on my mom, so [F#m] railroad straps.
Many lives are cut [D#] short, it's when you're [F#] living in the streets of New York.
[A] _ _ [B] _
_ [C#m] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ [C#m] _ _ [F#] Baby [E] needs new shoes, [C#] but his papa uses all the money for [F#m] booze.
A young [Em] girl is undressed in the [A] backseat of a [B] caddy, calling some man [F#] daddy.
Three minutes laying inside her [D#m] apartment, all you can [B] see is the sparks when they're
[F#] talking, daylight broke, cops [G#m] rollin' on the scene, the [E] drug war, daily [F#] routine.
Down the spot, just a [D#m] poor man's shot box, you [B] weren't on a lot, you're [F#] shot.
The drug dealing fanatics, [G#m] but you don't want no [C#m] status, cause they got crack [F#] addicts for automatics.
Shootouts for others, [D#] I have territory, a kid got caught on the [F#] crossfire.
A tired [A] mother can't take no more, [B] she grabbed a bottle full of sleeping pills and took about [F#] 24.
Human beings are laying on the [B] pavement, cause they're a part of a mental [F#m] enslavement.
The cops snipers, little [B] babies in dirty diapers, this type of life is making a [F#] hyper.
People stompin' a tossed out [D#] building, they got [G#] killed when the cold air [F#] fills in.
Does health really suggest it?
[G#m] Warm up persons are reptin', a child [F#] molested, a little kid says yo.
[G#m] I got a color [C#m] TV, CD player, and car [F#] stereo, and all I want is a capsule.
[G#m]
I also got [B] a 38, don't give me no [F#] hassle.
One [E] kick, head straight for the [G#] top.
I get [C] stopped, pop, crock, [F#] crook, cop, [A] look behind you when you walk.
That's how it is, in the streets of New York.
_ _ [B] _ _ [G#m] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ In the streets [F#] of New York, dope fiends are leaning for [G#] morphine, the TV screens follow
the homicide [F#] scenes.
You live here, you're taking a chance, so [D#m] look and I'll take one glimpse [C] as a man in
front of an [F#] ambulance.
The crowds are getting louder, I [G#m] wonder how the people [G#] wanna go fight for the right [F#] to power.
People hanging in spots, they waited [B] till the blots got hot [C#m] and got raided by the [F#] cops.
I'll explain [A] to man sleeping in the [B] rain, his whole life remains inside a bottle of night [F#m] rain.
Another man got his clothes in a sack, [B] cause he spent every dime of his rent playing [F#m] blackjack.
And there's the poor little sister, she [B] has a little baby daughter named Sonia, and Sonia
[F#m] has a mother, so why's her mother end up on [B] zip code?
Yo, that's her child's phone, his mommy is a [F#] bar flipper.
Drug dealers drive around looking hot, [G#] knowing they sending their brothers and sisters to the graveyard.
Every day is a main event, some old lady limps to [E] pussies in pants, see the strength.
[F#] It gets [E] tiring, the sight of a gun firing, they must [A#] desire for the sign of a [F#] siren.
A black lady dies in the [D#] outways, she's seen the [B] last of her days inside the subways.
More and more down the slope, kids [G#m] couldn't cope, so they stole [E] somebody's dope on the cold [F#] road.
Now my son's on the run, [G#m] he's the one that wanna have [B] fun, that was done by shotgun.
Upstairs, I cover my ears in [D#m] tears, the man downstairs [G#] must've drank too many [F#] beers.
Cause every day of his life, he beats [Bm] his wife, till one night [B] he decides to pull a
[F#m] kitchen knife, blind man plays the sax.
A tool called the arms on my mom, so [F#m] railroad straps.
Many lives are cut [D#] short, it's when you're [F#] living in the streets of New York.
[A] _ _ [B] _
_ [C#m] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ [C#m] _ _ [F#] Baby [E] needs new shoes, [C#] but his papa uses all the money for [F#m] booze.
A young [Em] girl is undressed in the [A] backseat of a [B] caddy, calling some man [F#] daddy.
Three minutes laying inside her [D#m] apartment, all you can [B] see is the sparks when they're
[F#] talking, daylight broke, cops [G#m] rollin' on the scene, the [E] drug war, daily [F#] routine.
Down the spot, just a [D#m] poor man's shot box, you [B] weren't on a lot, you're [F#] shot.
The drug dealing fanatics, [G#m] but you don't want no [C#m] status, cause they got crack [F#] addicts for automatics.
Shootouts for others, [D#] I have territory, a kid got caught on the [F#] crossfire.
A tired [A] mother can't take no more, [B] she grabbed a bottle full of sleeping pills and took about [F#] 24.
Human beings are laying on the [B] pavement, cause they're a part of a mental [F#m] enslavement.
The cops snipers, little [B] babies in dirty diapers, this type of life is making a [F#] hyper.
People stompin' a tossed out [D#] building, they got [G#] killed when the cold air [F#] fills in.
Does health really suggest it?
[G#m] Warm up persons are reptin', a child [F#] molested, a little kid says yo.
[G#m] I got a color [C#m] TV, CD player, and car [F#] stereo, and all I want is a capsule.
[G#m]
I also got [B] a 38, don't give me no [F#] hassle.
One [E] kick, head straight for the [G#] top.
I get [C] stopped, pop, crock, [F#] crook, cop, [A] look behind you when you walk.
That's how it is, in the streets of New York.
_ _ [B] _ _ [G#m] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [B] _
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_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _