Ain’t No Set Trippin chords by Wildliffe Society
Intro 1
Em
Verse 1
Am
Yeah, food to my gangbang,
Em
Am
you ain't down with that thang
Em
Am
C
Don't you know red and blue
Am
Em
is me against you?
That's black on black, Zayn
Am
Em
Am
Yeah, an d that's
Em
on the real life deal
You know what I'm saying?
Am
You just pulling contracts for the man
Em
And that ain't cool,
If you're trippin',
you're slippin' Northside
Get your hands in the air,
Am
get your hands in the air
Westside
D
The four, the five, the six
Em
Northside, trippin' Eastside
Get your hands in the air,
Am
get your hands in the air
Southside
The four, the five, the six
Em
Creepin' across the avenues,
lookin' for that revenue
G
Em
Much love for the dub,
but that won't get me through
Am
Through that dead zone,
so many gone
Walking through the graveyard,
Em
looking at them tombstones
Dead homies, it's all because of you
G
Em
That melody done made it through
Am
Stop the madness
and break them off some love
Voices in my head from them
OGs up above
Em
To stop the cycle,
the clicking, the banging
G
Back in the city,
Em
black folks was a -hanging
Am
By the trees, I think about mega -elves
was never kneeling to the wizard,
now I got a lot of better
Em
But if you knew what I knew now
G
C
You'll grab that Uncle Tom
Em
and put a pistol in his mouth
Am
Which one?
And that's the bottom line
If you can do the time,
then you damn sure do the crime
Em
In the pump tank with a Jeffrey Dahmer
G
Em
That little trick didn't
make it to the summer
Am
See what I'm talking about,
this thing's so crazy
Tina had a crack baby,
now he trying to AK me
Em
But who to blame?
You can blame it on the man
G
He's the instigator,
Em
but the perpetrator
Am
African
Premeditated is the murder
when the pistol grip
Little G, don't you know,
Em
hustlers don't sit still
Northside
Get your hands in the air,
Am
get your hands in the air
Westside
Em
The four, the five, the six
Eastside
Get your hands in the air,
Am
get your hands in the air
Southside
Em
Am
The four, the five, the six
G
Em
Thought it was my luck,
but it had to be God
G
Peepin' over my shoulder like
Em
an angel in disguise
Am
Down for this clique thing,
I think I'm insane
Don't put her on my mama,
I got Huda on my brain
Em
Ain't never had a thing,
now your sport has got a family
G
Down for my G's,
Em
so my G's down for me
Am
Livin' in this war zone,
grippin' to the chrome
Gots to hold up to your
Em
boys dead and gone
Since I wasn't startin',
I had been hard as a brick
G
Shootin' hooky from my school,
Em
pullin' capos for my clique
Am
Takin' orders from them OG's,
tryna get to my rank
Lookin' at them big gangstas
Em
Am
dropped in the paint
Em
So you ain't tryin' to chill,
cause you know your end
is comin'
G
Dreamin' up a better life,
Em
thinkin' about runnin'
Am
What's a fool to do?
I think I'm goin' crazy
Caught up in the circle
Em
with these fools tryin' to fade me
Am
Em
It's what's on your mind,
but you can't escape your maker
G
Cause waitin' in the shadows
Em
is your ghetto undertaker
Am
He done took your soul,
now he tryin' to take your life
Now your momma's droppin' flowers
on the baby's gravesite
Em
Ain't no set -trippin', Northside
Get your hands in the air,
Am
get your hands in the air
Westside
The 4, the 5, the 6
Em
Ain't no set -trippin', Eastside
Get your hands in the air,
Am
get your hands in the air
Westside
G
The 4, the 5, the 6
Em
So take a chill pill if that's alright
G
Trapped in your darkness,
Em
so never do you see the light
Am
It's a one -way, you best not enter
Em
You're gonna die,
Am
Em
then your homies will forget you
Just a memory, a victim of the grind
G
Crooked was your ways,
Em
Am
now you lookin' at a flatline
Tears droppin' from your mommy
on your forehead
You're wakin' up scared,
Em
but you already dead, Jay
Don't you know that gang
bangin' is a death
G
Em
It's like puttin' in a jerry can
without the curly kit
Am
I know that's deep,
but I want you to think
Em
Am
Cause if he don't see no bank,
Em
Am
Em
little G gonna sink
Friday afternoon,
about a quarter past three
G
Lookin' cross the room
Em
at that fool who smoked your G
Am
Plottin' on the murder
for the next five minutes
Just waitin' on that bell after school
Em
this busta's finished
Through the parking lot,
gotta catch him sniffin'
G
Everybody ducked
Em
cause you empty your clippin'
Am
Now you gots the bell
but you might as well stay
Bustin' point blank and smooth,
call the murder case
G
Em
Now you're headed to
the jailhouse,
cell block two
G
Blastin' for the color,
Em
to the red, to the blue
Am
Got you in the system like Kutakente
Life without parole,
Am
so the jail's where
Em
you gotta stay
Northside
G
Get your hands in the air,
Em
Am
get your hands in the air
Westside
G
Em
The 4, the 5, the 6
Eastside
Get your hands in the air,
G
Em
Am
get your hands in the air
Southside
Em
The 4, the 5, the 6
Northside
Get your hands in the air,
Am
get your hands in the air
G
West, the 4, the 5, the 6
Em
G
East, get your hands in the air,
Em
G
Em
get your hands in the air
Am
South, the 4, the 5, the 6
Outro 1
Am
Em
Ain’t No Set Trippin
Wildliffe Society
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