Key: Bb major
Verse 1
can we get a cheers?
Woo, cheers!
I mean the echo of life is the
echo of love
And the echo of love is
G#m
And some people don't even really know what they doin',
Goddamn
I mean, can you feel this,
can you feel the vibe
G#m
A
The zone that we on,
the zone that we own
is the zone of our own
Goddamn, you can smell the cologne
Came back, goddamn,
double breast, yeah
I'm tryin' to make a building
for the kids that is
Do the love, yeah
Came back like the Michael Jackson
G#m
glove
Yeah, we just shinin', we just shinin'
Rewind the track, just to remind
A
it, yeah
From Newark to BX to Queens
Came back, man,
Toast to the kings, yeah
The apple main that's a poison
Man, the life can be poison
You can talk crazy,
A
G#m
bring your boys in
Verse 2
at police
Chasin' niggas with warrants
There was never no peace
Judy's ass was enormous
think about her sexually
Knew a bunch of Radio
Raheems, rest in peace
Haters walk by,
try to stab you if they hug you
hollering every evening
'Til she planned up,
wasn't having it that evening
she ain't have it that evening
One shot to the neck and the jugular,
now he bleeding
but damn the kid suffer
I'm dating a daughter,
Verse 3
but I'm having visions of a mother
Hopin' a friend don't try to rob
my mom at night
G#m
She work hard to bring it to the table
Channel U before we had cable
Campbell's soup before
Viker shoe before I had the Gucci
40deuce for the karate movie
Sent to the store for a loosie
Came a long way,
now the same ones salute me
A
Haters say it must be nice, I say it must be hate
I don't like that line,
that shit straight fake
'80s, not the '90s stuff
Time was real in Jamaica Queens,
Queensbridge kings and all that
Rowdy white boys
Italians and greeks on Ditmars
Verse 4
Steinway Street, all the slick cars
G#m
I got some real niggas ready to die, uh
I got some real niggas
ready to die
G#m
Verse 5
40- below boots
40 ounce brew the true
Bishop from Juice
me and my 40 troops were stupid
Style, it was snorkel coats,
Polo gooses, ruthless
Everybody from everywhere
They was tryin' to jump us for pumpin'
deadly thuggish Fredly Douglas
Military persona,
yeah, I'm livin' with honor
I'm in my 40s
I'm a walkin' observatory,
a murder story since a shorty
at Berniesdead
Burnin' herb,
Porsche frames hang on my head
memories they never left
Special memories, my nigga,
that we'll never forget
that feelin'
I wouldn't change a damn
Verse 6
thing for a billion
G#m
I got some real niggas ready to die, uh
I got some real niggas
ready to die
G#m
Verse 7
you'll see I was never playin'
I'm who babies are talkin' to and you don't
know what they sayin'
The code of a nigga who
don't tell or say shit
In white hoods it stays for days,
why it never stay up in ours?
talkin' that white power
I'm talkin' that Latin power,
we gotta go for ours
States of America now at war with the ISIS
look how they got us
Isis ain't even the original name
of the black Goddess
They all twisted it up,
Deadly motherfuckers
Verse 8
get the fuck outta here
Shout out to all my niggas out
there livin' your dream
Outro 1
G#m
A
G#m
How did you like the song?
TunerE A D G B E
ChordsG#m A
More songs by Nas
Discover chords for more songs to play
5.0
Popular chords globally
Most played chords & tabs across all users