Chords for Mobb Deep, L.E.S. & ACD - Street Life

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M.I..C. M [F#m].O _ _ [Em].B.B. D.E.P. [E] H.E.D. Burnt [F] somethin'. Let's get lifty. [Em] Queens is with me, nigga, shifty. [F] I turn around and the kid [E] tried to hit me. I back [F] it down with the 50-50. [Em] Had to bend the thumb, give me. The tunnel banging, [E] come and get me. The first [F] 500 bitches free. [Em] The kid with the guards, you would let all my guards come through. Live niggas [F] on the side of the bar, you [Em] get smacked, boo. Fuck [F] too. Shit on me, but then fuck you. Oh, with your high-class ass, if [Em] you want to, I'll stay. [F] Should be sucking me off and [E] break. No weak bitch, [F] niggas, you stay. Ain't want my dick [Em] when soft. My mom got it [E] locked. You get your locks picked. Run up [F] in your spot, mask and glove [Em] shit. Queens niggas involved [F] with duck shit. You get [E] lumped in. Quick, we [F] in the bathroom, thumping. [Em] To the three-time losers, alcohol [F#m] abusers, big money spenders, and the [Em] Ebeneezer Scrooges. Thugs holding fort with the 16 [F#m]-shot Rugers. The dream that I redeem will bring a Lexin [Em] Land Cruiser. Dominant chapter, assassin [F#m] and the obsolete. And my mom pumps deep, she put the [Em] wind beneath your feet. My [F] heart's harder than concrete. [F#m] In urban streets, you walk on feet. But still, thugs [Em] carry heat. I get [F] deeper than skin. Power grasp [F#m] from within. Dear Lord, my life is strife. Please forgive me [Em] for my sins. My kin, [F] stay my kin. Ain't no room for [F#m] extra friends. One love, till my love's up, off [Em] in the pens. Be a prophet of grace. Speak my speech [F#m] on stage. Living since renegade, breaking down barricades. These days are [F#] getting rough. Nothing but [F#m] handcuffs. Pull the victim to the game. It's like styles [Em] corrupt. My [E] crime niggas live the street [F] life. Them [Em] queen niggas live the street life. My [E] drug niggas live the street [F] life. My [Em] street niggas live the street life. Them [E] thug niggas live the street life. [Em] NYC live the street life. My [E] mob niggas live the street [F] life. What? [Em] For everyone, I [Bm] write reality bikes. My clique keeps shit looking tight. Regulate [Em] under the moon like you're some inciteless info. These niggas [F#m] with my kid cold. My 44 with grown ass like [Em] Omaro and their folks. So protect your lifestyle. [E] Rock your best. Or get your chef's law. Put [Em] to the motherfucking test. They been put on point, [F#m] son. You know. Stay on the low. Got the back of [Em] no-no when I'm on a [Bm] dolo. Got the [E] guard you now. Kid, you wanna get down. So now I [Em] gotta put that ass back. [F] Profile, change character. [E] You ain't got stamina. [Am] Nigga get that, though. [Em] I ain't got a judge of influence. [F] Handle business. [F#m] Gonna make my forever sign. Get you over [Em] through the grapevine. Some of my royal thug committees and outlaws that [G] lived the life of Frank Nitti. The big city mobs that seem to [G] be a marches made up. God and holy scots that ever [F#m] watch me. The prophecy, another chapter. It's no stopping [Em] me. Proper diction, my [F] life story is far from fiction. [E] Because of one time, the .44 bullets took the world. [Em] Re-forced friction. I [F#] analyze this earth. [E] So I go with trife [F] characters. The hardest for the [Em] world to capture. Shining like a [F] four-carat diamond with perfect [E] design. Billies and I'm [F] Millies. And Coobellies [Em] forever reclining to the ship [G] physicals in this paradox. World is hot. And my plot is to receive [Em] brands and gods until then. I [F] be in trife, individual, [F#] dwelling in these days. [G] Scorchers from the thieves, [Em] bluster, sun rays. Dead president dreams and [F#m] million dollar schemes. Killer queens, the land [Em] of the cream fiends. A.C.D. the world's terrorists. [F#m] Stainless scrupers, really intruders. And my site for [Em] Zipf and Miss New York. And [Bm] worldwide, we penetrate your [E] inside. Diamond, your trauma, [F#m] son. And I eclipse, [Em] so prepare for heaven's ride. [F] Ride, ride. [E] A.C.D. live the street [F] light. My [Em] ice niggas live the street light. Jewel [E] rockin' niggas live the street [F] light. [Em] Crack niggas live the street light. Co [E]-selling niggas live the street light. World [Em] NYC live the street light. My man [F#m] L.E.S. live the street [F] light. The whole [Em] Queens Bridge live the street light. World up, [E] son. We live the street light. Know what I'm saying? [G] World up. A.C.D. [Gm] walk deep in the [F#m] motherfucker. Yo, yo, [Gm] uh. _ Hold me down, [D] son. No doubt, son. Back him down, [Em] son. I got your back, [F] son. _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [F] _ _ [E] _ [G] He just, that's somebody's hustle. You know, somebody's sitting rich off of that, off of that, that one right there. That's big time.