Project Windows Chords by Nas

Tempo:
82.9 bpm
Chords used:

Ebm

Bb

Eb

Abm

F

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Project Windows chords
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[Gb] [Abm] Black hoods, [Bb] cops and projects, sewers [Ab] flooded with foul blockage.
[Bb] The gutters wild and every child watches.
Chains atop [F] locks get ripped off hinges.
[Eb] Door kicked off, drunk stag off, smearing off, wipe your beard off.
Crippled [Ebm] dope means a wheelchair [Abm] stare.
Fizz and blurry, cause buried deep in they minds I [Ebm] hear the stories.
Betty's a [Bbm] mirror image of that 70's era.
He's finished for the rest of his life, till he [Gb] fades out.
[Ebm] The liquor store workers miss him, but then it [Abm] plays out.
So many ways out the hood, but no [Bb] signs say out.
Mental slave [Bbm] out, from gas go off.
I [Bb] show off, [F] niggas up north.
[Ebm] Prisonology talk, till they time cut off.
[Bb] You should chill if you short, [Ab] prepare a deep thought to hit the [Bb] street again.
Get it on, get this paper and breathe [Db] again.
Plant a leaf, something [Ebm] behind, so your name will [Db] live on,
no matter what the [G] game lives on.
[Bb]
[Abm] Looking out of my private [Ebm] window,
looking [F] out
[Ebm] on it's [A] fire.
Looking [Ebm] out, looking [Eb] out of my private [Ebm] window,
oh I'm [F] feeling [Eb] it, it's sniffing so fire.
Yo, if [Abm] this piano's the cake, then my words are the candles.
Light it up, make a wish and them angels will [Bbm] grant you.
And Pacey once [Fm] tried putting those angels in [Eb] bamboo.
They [Gb] lit it up, hit it up, now they [Eb] dismantle.
Think the whole world is crazy.
Got a nine, [Abm] watch where you walk.
Two dollar fine, sign of the times.
Here [Ebm] in New York, high Satan.
United Nations, quietly taking toll on your soul.
[Ab] Take it or leave it, just my [G] evaluation.
Stack looting [Ebm] guns, teach the girls karate.
[Abm] School your sons not to hate, but to stay awake.
Cause the [Bb] scars a razor make is nothing [F] in comparison
to the [Bb] gas left on this whole mass.
If we don't get in control [Abm] fast, might as well [Ebm] be.
Laughing with Malcolm [Abm] X's assassin as we die slow.
Perishing brain dead [Eb] from an Erickson.
Words [Db] are the medicine.
Two [Ebm] teaspoons for goons, a cup of it for those thuggin' it.
Y'all [Ab] sing the tune.
[Ebm] ♪ Looking [Abm] out of my front door window [Ebm] [Bbm]
♪ Looking up, [Ebm] I feel [Eb] uninspired ♪
[Ebm] Looking out of my [Abm] front door [Ebm] window ♪
♪ I'm [F] floating, [Bb] it's me feeling [Eb] so [Ab] tired ♪
Another day, another [Bb] dollar, my mother would holler.
She [Abm] said, go and see the world for myself
and my [Ebm] brother, Shefala.
Pops [F] was smooth from his top to his [Ebm] shoe.
Sing the blues, guitar strings he played,
smoking his [Ab] cool through Gallican hat.
[Bb] Picture this, yo, [Ab] 70s cat.
He wrote his music in the back of the crib.
[Bb] I did my homework at night, [F] the window,
the speakers [Eb] pumping light bulb.
I fight people screaming
cause somebody [Ab] pulled a knife out.
So I look at [Bb] this room, I'm hooked to this [Ab] tune.
[Abm] Every night, the same melody.
Hell sounded [Ebm] so heavily, but jail was [Db] ahead of me.
But speeding like [Eb] amphetamine.
[Gb] Reading is what I should have done
cause my [Abm] imagination would run.
I [Bb] wasn't patient to get out
and [Abm] become part of the noise out there.
[Eb] I used to stay five stories down,
basketball courts, shut up [Bbm] playgrounds.
And I witnessed the murders and police [Ab] shakedowns.
Yo, the hustlers [Bb] and hoes, drugs and four [Ab] floors.
This was the life for [N] every kid looking out project [Bb] windows.
[F]
[Ebm][Eb] Looking out of [Ebm] my front door [Eb] window ♪
♪ Looking [F] out, I [Eb] feel so uninspired ♪
♪ Looking [Ebm] out, looking [Eb] out of my front door window [Ebm]
♪ Looking [F] out, makes me [Ebm] feel so tired [Eb]
♪ Looking out of my front door window [Ebm]
♪ Looking [F] out, I [Ebm] feel so uninspired [Eb]
♪ Looking [Bb] out, looking [Eb] out of my front [Bb] door window ♪
♪ Looking out, makes me feel so tired [Eb]
[Bb] ♪ Staring out [Bbm] of my [Ebm] window, [F] oh I [Eb] feel so tired, [Ab] [Bb]
[Ab] [Bb] oh yeah ♪
[Ebm] Staring out of my window, [F]
[Eb] oh looking out, [Abm] looking out of [Bb] my [Ab] window, [B] oh yeah [Ebm]
[F] Makes me [Eb] feel so tired, [Bb] oh looking [Eb] out of my front door window ♪
[Fm] Makes [Ebm] me [Eb] feel so tired, [Ebm] looking out
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Bb
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Let's start jamming Nas - Project Windows chords, practice the chord sequence F, Ebm, F, Ebm, Eb, F, Eb and Ebm. A good strategy is to initiate at 41 BPM and then accelerate to the track's regular speed of 83 BPM. Tune your capo to accommodate your vocal range, referencing the song's key: Db Major.

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[Gb] _ _ _ _ [Abm] Black hoods, [Bb] cops and projects, sewers [Ab] flooded with foul blockage.
[Bb] The gutters wild and every child watches.
Chains atop [F] locks get ripped off hinges.
[Eb] Door kicked off, drunk stag off, smearing off, wipe your beard off.
Crippled [Ebm] dope means a wheelchair [Abm] stare.
Fizz and blurry, cause buried deep in they minds I [Ebm] hear the stories.
Betty's a [Bbm] mirror image of that 70's era.
He's finished for the rest of his life, till he [Gb] fades out.
[Ebm] The liquor store workers miss him, but then it [Abm] plays out.
So many ways out the hood, but no [Bb] signs say out.
Mental slave [Bbm] out, from gas go off.
I [Bb] show off, [F] niggas up north.
[Ebm] Prisonology talk, till they time cut off.
[Bb] You should chill if you short, [Ab] prepare a deep thought to hit the [Bb] street again.
Get it on, get this paper and breathe [Db] again.
Plant a leaf, something [Ebm] behind, so your name will [Db] live on,
no matter what the [G] game lives on.
[Bb] _
[Abm] Looking out of my private [Ebm] window,
looking [F] out _
[Ebm] on it's [A] fire.
Looking [Ebm] out, looking [Eb] out of my private [Ebm] window,
oh I'm [F] feeling [Eb] it, it's sniffing so fire.
Yo, if [Abm] this piano's the cake, then my words are the candles.
Light it up, make a wish and them angels will [Bbm] grant you.
And Pacey once [Fm] tried putting those angels in [Eb] bamboo.
They [Gb] lit it up, hit it up, now they [Eb] dismantle.
Think the whole world is crazy.
Got a nine, [Abm] watch where you walk.
Two dollar fine, sign of the times.
Here [Ebm] in New York, high Satan.
United Nations, quietly taking toll on your soul.
[Ab] Take it or leave it, just my [G] evaluation.
Stack looting [Ebm] guns, teach the girls karate.
[Abm] School your sons not to hate, but to stay awake.
Cause the [Bb] scars a razor make is nothing [F] in comparison
to the [Bb] gas left on this whole mass.
If we don't get in control [Abm] fast, might as well [Ebm] be.
Laughing with Malcolm [Abm] X's assassin as we die slow.
Perishing brain dead [Eb] from an Erickson.
Words [Db] are the medicine.
Two [Ebm] teaspoons for goons, a cup of it for those thuggin' it.
Y'all [Ab] sing the tune.
[Ebm] ♪ Looking [Abm] out of my front door window [Ebm] [Bbm]
♪ Looking up, [Ebm] I feel _ [Eb] uninspired ♪
[Ebm] Looking out of my [Abm] front door [Ebm] window ♪
♪ I'm [F] floating, [Bb] it's me feeling [Eb] so [Ab] tired ♪
Another day, another [Bb] dollar, my mother would holler.
She [Abm] said, go and see the world for myself
and my [Ebm] brother, Shefala.
Pops [F] was smooth from his top to his [Ebm] shoe.
Sing the blues, guitar strings he played,
smoking his [Ab] cool through Gallican hat.
[Bb] Picture this, yo, [Ab] 70s cat.
He wrote his music in the back of the crib.
[Bb] I did my homework at night, [F] the window,
the speakers [Eb] pumping light bulb.
I fight people screaming
cause somebody [Ab] pulled a knife out.
So I look at [Bb] this room, I'm hooked to this [Ab] tune.
[Abm] Every night, the same melody.
Hell sounded [Ebm] so heavily, but jail was [Db] ahead of me.
But speeding like [Eb] amphetamine.
[Gb] Reading is what I should have done
cause my [Abm] imagination would run.
I [Bb] wasn't patient to get out
and [Abm] become part of the noise out there.
[Eb] I used to stay five stories down,
basketball courts, shut up [Bbm] playgrounds.
And I witnessed the murders and police [Ab] shakedowns.
Yo, the hustlers [Bb] and hoes, drugs and four [Ab] floors.
This was the life for [N] every kid looking out project [Bb] windows.
_ [F] _
[Ebm] ♪ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ Looking out of [Ebm] my front door [Eb] window ♪
♪ Looking [F] out, I [Eb] feel so uninspired ♪
♪ Looking [Ebm] out, looking [Eb] out of my front door window [Ebm]
♪ Looking [F] out, makes me [Ebm] feel so tired [Eb]
♪ Looking out of my front door window [Ebm]
♪ Looking [F] out, I [Ebm] feel so uninspired [Eb]
♪ Looking [Bb] out, looking [Eb] out of my front [Bb] door window ♪
♪ Looking out, makes me feel so tired [Eb]
[Bb] ♪ Staring out [Bbm] of my [Ebm] window, _ [F] oh I [Eb] feel so tired, [Ab] _ _ [Bb] _ _
[Ab] [Bb] oh yeah ♪
[Ebm] Staring out of my window, [F] _
[Eb] oh _ looking out, [Abm] looking out of [Bb] my [Ab] window, [B] oh yeah [Ebm]
[F] Makes me [Eb] feel so tired, _ _ [Bb] oh looking [Eb] out of my front door window ♪
[Fm] Makes [Ebm] me [Eb] feel so tired, [Ebm] _ _ looking out

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