Facts Of Life chords by Ghetto Mafia
Verse 1
Am
(Wicket)
Em
I got my Viper ready to kill a nigga
G
Em
Standin in my drop with my fingers on
Am
my muthafuckin trigger,uh
Em
This shit is real in this game
G
you gots to pack your steel
Am
I can remember sellin rocks
on the fuckin hill
F
G
I steady keep it cause I'm si lent
Because these niggas in the street
Am
All they thinkin about is violence
Jackin your ass for your
Em
muthafuckin grip son
G
Am
I got my .9 package
come get you some
Em
Niggas get large or straight hoe- out
G
Em
But a nigga like the wicked murder
Am
[name] will blow your brains out
F
Em
Leavin your ass in the gutter
G
Everytime I look up I been ap
Am
proached by an undercover
F
G
Tryin to make a fuckin drug trade
But I'm too damn smart
Em
Am
That's how them wickedest
nigga stay his pay
F
Em
G
My homie died at a early age
Em
Am
Since he was black he never
made the front page
F
G
Left a son and a pregnant wife
F
Am
That's just another fact in
Verse 2
these facts of life
Am
(Chorus)
F
Em
These are the facts of life
G
Em
F
Am
Em
G
Am
These are the facts of life
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Verse 3
F
(Nino) Sippin my grip just smokin
Em
on some weed
G
Em
I'm thinkin about the nigga
Am
[name] rob for some keeps
F
G
My only trade is sellin dope
Am
So fuck a job and these
muthafuckin white folks
F
G
My mama always fussin at me (why?)
Em
Am
I never had a education now I G.E.D.
F
G
Keep sayin take your ass to trick
Em
Before a craze muthafucka like
Am
myself wind up in a hearse
F
G
Now I'm in jail I got a bail
Em
Am
Them muthafuckas trudged me with a cell
F
Em
So I did four years in
G
Em
the county
Am
Listenin to these pussy-
ass securities
F
Stressin me depressin they sendin
G
me crazy
Am
That's just a modern day slavery
Verse 4
Am
(Chorus)
F
G
Em
Am
These are the facts of life
F
Em
These are the facts of life
Am
Verse 5
(Wicket)
F
Em
Back at your ass with these
muthafuckin facts of life
G
F
I pack a .9 nigga you
Am
pack a pocket knife
F
My younger brother's in the pen
Em
G
again (why that?)
Cause he was sleepin with four
Am
ki's in his fuckin benz
F
G
Took everything the nigga owned
But before he went down he gave
Em
F
Am
me love and his Herringbone
F
Em
So now I'm all alone
G
F
The closest friend I got is
Am
my fuckin chrome
F
G
I'm ready for the drama
Em
I'm in so deep can't even
Am
go to see my own mama
F
And it's hard to survive
Em
G
When I look at my son I see
Am
tears fall from his eyes
F
Em
My little boy needs diapers
G
Em
My only thoughts of income is jack
Am
in niggas with my chrome Viper
F
Em
I often reminisce
G
Em
Thinkin to myself how did
Am
I end up like this
F
Em
But I try to live right
G
F
Am
And everytime I tried I got fucked by
the facts of life
F
Am
F
Verse 6
Em
Am
(Chorus) - till end
F
Em
G
These are the
Em
Am
facts of life
F
G
These are the facts of life
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Facts Of Life
Ghetto Mafia
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