Chords for Shyheim - On & On (Explicit)

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_ _ On it, on it, on it, on it, on it, on it, on it, on it, on it, on [Ab] it, [Bb] on it, on it, on it, on it, on [Ab] it, on it.
[Bb] Nowadays you gots to walk the [Ab] street, and watch [Bb] the back.
Cause braavas with the gats don't be knowin' how to act.
They always pull a glock, [Abm] when somebody [Bb] rocks that not.
And if they get shot, they often snitch to the cop.
Now tell me this ain't living foul?
She inside her baby child, and she back to sound the crack guile.
On her ass, cause she's addicted to the fast cats.
Everybody's doing their young thing, smoking the drugs slick
This yo's going in on shot
Everybody's doing their young thing, smoking the drugs slick
I'm skipping hard, won't respond, I swear to God
I even got court trials still from the drug yard
I'm born clever, a rebel without a cause
I never had a good Christmas, so who was Santa Claus?
I walk the streets at night with my hat down
In this little town [E] you see clowns that wanna be [Bb] down
So they get a glock and lick shots for getting crops
And when shit rocks, so you can hear it when the shells drop
And old man got shot in a parking lot
The front of my building I hang with his grandchildren
And for the nigga that pulled the trigger and tried to slot
And hide, but he got knocked by the homicide
And this happens everyday around my way
So I pray that I can live another day
This yo's going in on shot
Everybody's doing their young thing, smoking the drugs slick
This yo's going in on shot
Everybody's doing their young thing, smoking the drugs slick
This yo's going in on shot
Everybody's doing their young thing, smoking the drugs slick
This yo's going in on shot
Everybody's doing their young [Fm] thing, smoking the drugs slick
Hey, yo, [N] hear the load of this guy
You know the Mr.
Hardy, the one who's talking about gas
But he bugging nobody, his niggas at Yang Yang
So he can just maintain
I blow him off the frame of his mom's, I get [Bb] gang bang
But his rap is hot tech in the projects
For his knuckle chest, so he got mad respect
Niggas in hoods packed up, the load of gas
Met up in the back, so they can plan the attack
Wasn't ho to tell that these kids was not joke
They let the Future smoke, Freddie 9 was dope man it caught
I seen it happen every day where I live
I know a few broke [Abm] drunk dealers, most of them [Bb] fugitives
This yo's going in on shot
Everybody's doing their young thing, smoking the drugs slick
This yo's going in on shot
Everybody's doing their young thing, smoking the drugs slick
This yo's going in on [Db] shot
Everybody's doing their young thing, smoking the drugs slick
This yo's going in on shot
Everybody's [Bb] doing their own thing.
So what good is a sweatshirt? _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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