My Advice 2 You chords by Gang Starr
Verse 1
Em
Yo, yo, gu- rizzi, yo
Yo, whassup, son?
Yo, man, you know what I mean? I need this money,
Am
man
Em
Get up, out in these, in these streets, man
Yo, so what's the deal, god?
Am
I'm sayin', what you need though?
Em
Yo, let me have like, two or three,
three g's, man
I'm sayin', I'm sayin' son, man
Am
You know what happened last time,
though?
Em
I gotta do what I got ta do,
man. I gotta eat, man
Whassup man? Oh, your baby
momma stressin' you?
Am
Way past the days of the deuce,
me and you stays a crew
Em
Only a few percent knew what me
and you went through
Am
We've been sent to dominate,
these corny come- lates
Em
And set this crooked rap shit straight, from
Am
Crenshaw to Castlegate
Em
Like Pete and C.L., I reminisce over days
From the streets of Boston to New York,
and all the ways
Am
For certain niggaz to blow up,
and crime paid
Em
But my praise goes to the
most high
Am
'Cause some nights I got so wild,
yo, I almost died
Em
Some stuff I got into,
really scarred my mental
Am
Pops wasn't tryin' to hear it,
'cause of what he been through
Em
Still, like my nigga, Havoc, said,
sometimes you gott
Am
Hit your crew off,
so they can make some bread
Em
'Cause no matter the weather,
niggaz be needin' cheddar
Am
An d things in this world are more
fucked up than ever
Em
So let's make this bond,
to keep this hip- hop strong
Am
You a man, Baby Pop,
you know right from wrong
Em
So stay out of trouble,
and that goes for me too
Am
That's what we need to do,
Em
that's my advice to you
Am
You remember what happened last time,
when you got knocked
Em
Doin' your thing,
sewin' shit up on the block?
Am
You need to stop,
'fore you get caught, again
Em
Or you get shot, and I lose another friend
Am
Em
"Any man with the plan,
is precise with his life
Think twice"
Am
My advice to you, cut down
on champagne and booze
Em
For a nigga like me, most time
that shit's bad news
Am
It's like lightin' a fuse,
whether it's sneakers or shoes
Em
'Cause somebody always want
to step up, to start a feud
Am
It's like settin' it off, but not the movie
Em
Plus let's get some real women,
forget floozies and the groupies
Am
'Cause they spell mad problems,
from Watts to Harlem
Em
And the bullshit won't stop,
'long as the world's revolvin'
Am
An d I recall when niggaz knew
my pops had clout
Em
But they didn't know my sorry- ass
was gettin' kicked out
Am
And they was seein' if I wanted
to come bubble with them
Em
And make my ends triple,
and double, with them
Am
And get in trouble with them,
now memories of them
Em
I wear 'em in my heart, like a emblem
Am
I doubt we'd ever be bigtime sellin' dope,
coke, or dust
Em
It's killin us; let's take our people,
Am
and make a exodus
Annhilation, inhilation through the lungs
Em
Or ex termination,
by the use of dirty guns
Am
Triple beam dreams,
and drug schemes of mad cream
Em
'Could be a sad scene when
you go to that extreme
Am
Em
"Any man with the plan
is precise with his life
Think twice."
My advice, is to you
My Advice 2 You
Gang Starr
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