Nas (Feat. Jay-Z) - Black Republican Chords

[F] _ _ [E] _ [Am] _ I know you can feel the magic baby!
_ [Dm] _ [Am] Turn motherfucking lights down
_ [D] _
_ Let's [Am] go, what up?
Yo homie
I [Bb] mean, _ _ it's what [Am] you expected ain't it? _ _
_ [E] _ Let's go
[Em] Uh, uh, [Am] uh
Turn [Em] the music up in the headphones
Uh, _
[Am] _ uh, [Em] uh
Yeah that's perfect
Yeah, uh-huh
[Am] Rise, [Em] uh, uh, rise
You gotta take your time making me the weight on [Am] this motherfucker
_ [Em] Ha ha
Make me mad and shit like
Make [Am] you just start rapping [Em] after four [Bm] bars nigga [Em] go in _ [Am] Start dancing Motherfucker [Em] Yeah
_ _ [F]
You just come out of nowhere
I [Em] feel like the black public
[C] Money I got coming in
Can't turn my [B] back on the hood I got [Am] love for them
Can't clean my act, good too much flogging
Probably in [Dm] the back of the hood
Like [Am] fucking been puddling over the oven
We was like [D] brothers then
Thought you was nothing other than the son of my [Am] mother's friend
We had governing, who would've thought the [Bb] love would end
Like Ice Cold Album, all good [Am] things
Never thought we'd sing the same song that all hoods sing
Thought it was all wood drain
[E] All good rain
We wouldn't bicker like the [Em] other fools talk hood game
Never imagined all the [Am] disaster that one hood [Em] brain Hood brain
Should blame the game
And I could, [Am] it's kill or be killed
How could I [E] refrain
Forever being [Em] jet and that's never a good thing
So the pressure for [Am] success can put a good [Em] strain
On a friend you call best
And yes it could bring
Out the [Am] worst in every person even the good and [Em] shame
Though we rehearsed it, it just ain't the same
When you put the [Am] game at 816
[G] Then you mix [Em] things
Like cars, jury, and this thing
[Am] Jealousy, ego, and pride in this [Em] spring
And all to a head like a coin Cha [F]-ching
The root of evil strikes again, this hood [Em] sting
Now the team got beat between the post and the point
This [B] puts the ring in jeopardy
And [Am] check it like the black republican
Money I got comin' in
Can't turn my [Dm] back on the hood, I got [Am] love for them
Can't clean my acre for good, too much [D] thuggin' em
Probably in the back of the hood
I'm like fuck it then
I [Am] feel like a black militant takin' over the [Bb] government
Can't turn my back on the hood, too much [Am] love for them
Can't clean my acre for good, too much thuggin' em
Probably in the [E] back of the hood
I'm like fuck it then
[Em] I'm back in the hood, they like hay knives
Blowing off hurt, [Am] reflecting off they [Em] lives
Couple of fat cats, couple of A.I.'s
[Am] Dreaming of fly shit instead of [Em] them grace ties
Rape vibes, hate eyes, wishing our reign dies
Pitch late [Am] clies, the niggas they sing [Em] why
Guess they ain't strong enough to handle their jail time
Weak [Am] minds keep trying, follow the street [Em] signs
I'm standing on the roof of my building
I'm feeling the whirlwind of beef
[Am] I inhale it, just like [Em] an [B] acrobat
Ready [Em] to hurl myself through the hoops of fire
[Am] Siphonating proof, bulletproof under my [Em] attire
Could it be the forces of darkness
Against [F] hood angels of good
That form street politics
[Em] Makes a sweet honor to the hood
And the honest [C] can't turn illegal from commerce
[B] They get his feet out of them converts, that's my [Am] word
I feel like a black republican
Money keep coming in, can't turn my back [Dm] on the hood
I got love [Am] for them
Can't claim I after for good, too much [D] thuggin' em
Probably in the back of the hood
I'm feeling [Am] like a black militant
Taking over the [Bb] government
Can't turn my back on the hood, too much love [Am] for them
Can't claim I after for good, too much thuggin' em
Probably in the back of the hood
I'm like fuck it then you _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ [D] _