Livin' life as a rider chords by Jim jones
Verse 1
Am
There was no love for us
(Nope)
F
So we did what we did just
E
to make a buck
Played around we're fucking nuts
Am
(Crazy)
Hope them ho's pucker up
tryna get them to slide
F
That's
Verse 2
E
on our mind getting
high all the time
Am
(We tryna fuck)
We hustle hard,
hope the fiends buy all the dimes
F
Dm
F
So we can scoop up and hit the party
E
Am
and scoop a bitch
(Get twisted)
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Verse 3
C
You know the drill homie play the rules
F
E
And play the field but don't get
Am
killed homie
(Stay alive)
So where's the better days?
F
The have to get up days to chef up
E
ya just to get us paid
Am
(We hustle hard)
Verse 4
Am
F
You see never it fails most of my
E
homies either dead or jail
(Gone)
Am
Don't fuck with phonies 'cause they
get you killed
(Ah ah)
My testimony's every
F
bitter real
Dm
(That's right)
F
Don't run up on me 'cause I'm gripping
Verse 5
E
Am
steel
(Bang, bang)
I'm kinda nervous and I'm
quick on the blast
F
Due to the murders that I
E
Am
witnessed in town
Verse 6
Am
Livin' the life with a rider seems
F
E
It's the only thing that
I'm gonna run to
Am
That's when you light
and get high with me
F
Look what the ghetto's did
E
Am
to me
(Baby)
Verse 7
Am
And when you finish running the streets
F
Dm
F
I'll be the only one that
Am
you gonna run to
Just getting paper and ducking
police
F
Look what the ghetto did
E
to me
Am
(Uh, yeah, yeah)
Verse 8
Am
There was no peace in sight
(Nope)
It was sleepless night
F
(Yup)
E
Hustling ya breaking day to
see the light
Am
(Money man)
Street squalie you see
polices lights
(Squalie)
F
As I
Verse 9
E
polie on this decent price
Am
Got a causes that want some
pies 23 a slice
F
Dm
Transactions by the building,
F
uptown Harlem world
Am
Manhattan where we kill them
(Taz)
Verse 10
C
Plus my project way of thinking spend
F
ing most my days drinking
E
It's like I'm on my
Am
way to sexton
(Lock in)
F
But we do what we do that's survival
E
And we move how we move that's
through the rivals
Am
(Fuck them enemies)
Verse 11
Am
It's been said we living suicidal
F
E
It's like rush at eleven pla
cing bucks on your bet
Am
Do your thang slang cane and get your
bucks on your steps
(Watch)
Verse 12
F
Dm
Watch ya as s young man they
F
E
want you under arrest
Am
(That's them pigs)
And you ain't know,
C
they getting stripes for that
F
E
They have you in your cell man
Am
serving life for that
Verse 13
Am
Livin' the life with a rider seems
F
E
It's the only thing that I'm gonna run to
Am
That's when you light
and get high with me
F
Look what the ghetto's did
E
Am
to me
(Baby)
Verse 14
Am
And when you finish running the streets
F
Dm
I'll be the only one that
F
Am
you gonna run to
Just getting paper
and ducking police
F
Look what the ghetto did
E
to me
Am
(Uh, yeah, yeah)
Verse 15
Am
Now for my project corners,
F
go hard for warrants
(Fuck 'em)
E
Every night I make it,
Am
I pray to God for goners
(I pray to God)
We pour liquor on floors
F
that's for the soldiers
E
Am
That we lost in the mist of this war
(RIP Life)
Verse 16
Am
For the ones on the grind and front
F
Dm
line they got called by po nine
F
E
Am
And now they prisoners of war they
fight for appeal or a bill or a ball
F
E
'Cause they slipped and got nailed
Am
for a sale of a rob
(Zeek you know wassup)
F
Two shouts for O.B.C.C six
Verse 17
main house of fame
E
When you come home come and see me
Am
F
Am
Stay cool I lay the rules on ya
F
E
Play the fool and they will move on ya
Am
Young niggaz that keep them tools on ya
Verse 18
F
They quick to let them blick
Dm
as blast
(Bang, bang)
F
So crazy the way we get this cash
E
Am
(How we livin'?)
Real hot up on these murderous
blocks
(Blaatat, blaatat)
F
E
Broad day bang bang I know you
heard all them shots
Am
Verse 19
Livin' the life with a rider
F
Seems it's the only thing
E
that I'm gonna run to
Am
That's when you light
and get high with me
F
Look what the ghetto's did
E
Am
to me
(Baby)
Verse 20
Am
And when you finish runnin' the streets
F
Dm
I'll be the only one that
F
Am
you gonna run to
Just getting paper and ducking
police
F
Look what the ghetto did
E
Am
to me
(Yeah)
Verse 21
F
Look what the ghetto did to me
E
Look what the ghetto did
Am
to me
F
Look what the ghetto did to me
E
Am
(Eh, eh, eh)
Verse 22
Look what the ghetto did to me
Look what the ghetto did to me
Look what the ghetto did to me
(Eh, eh, eh)
Livin' life as a rider
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