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Still Standing easy guitar chords by Goodie Mob
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Guitar
Tuning
E A D G B E
Capo
Fret 2
Capo
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Capo
G
A#m
Em
Bm
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A#m
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Bm
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Verse 1
This
for the
soldiers.
(Soldiers.)
Stay
strong,
my
n****z.
(Gangsters, players.)
Stay up, my
n****z.
(Real n****z.)
Verse 2
Leavin' the cut
in a
rage.
Loadin'
up
my Mac,
goin'
to my
crib,
to
get my
twelve-
gauge.
One
of my boys
just
got shot,
huh.
F***in' around,
in
that million
dollar
spot.
A
educated
brother;
Didn't have no
money
for college,
he was
taught
the street
know
ledge.
Part
of the
plan;
To keep
us fightin'
in the
street,
instead of becomin'
a strong
black
man.
Every
two weeks
I see
Sam,
Pitchin'
out my
check
with no
respect,
but
I
still
don't give
a damn.
Because
I gotta
make
my dough.
My
kill,
rocked
down,
till I
started
seein'
cash
flow.
Everything
happens
for
a reason,
choose
the season,
To commit
the
perfect
treason.
Who brought
me
to
the land,
of unfree
man,
To
move
about
and catch
trout,
by
the dozens?
Even
had
my cousin
locked
down,
at
the feet
shackled;
A one-
way seat,
to
Milledgeville.
N**** this
real,
how can
you kill
another,
When
it's your brother?
Still Standing.
Verse 3
I never
thought
about,
talked
about
what
I did.
Just
experimented
life
as
a young
Gump.
Them
days
long gone,
school
bells
done
rung no
mo'.
Spendin'
hours
at
the house,
in
my favorite
chair.
Slow
mo',
custom
funk
fingerprinted, to carry
a
hucklebuck.
Feelin' stuck
with
the art
that my
skin
carries,
scary.
If
I ever
had
to plot
again,
needin'
my stick
,
Gidgets to
pidgits, moves
to Philly
and
the crew.
Nothin'
else
to prove,
fold
a
plot
like chrome.
Salt
lick teddy
bears,
in the
college
student's
room.
Speed,
Gipp got
that too.
Watch
that
dude,
Verse 4
inspect
that
fool.
Still
Standing.
[Chorus]
Unscathed,
'cause this is
pain.
This for
soldiers
to feel.
MC's, are running
out of
things
to say.
Radio
stations
are running
out
of songs
to play.
Still
Standing,
unscathed,
'cause
of pain.
This for
sol
diers
to feel.
MC's, are running
out of
things
to say.
Radio
stations
are running
Verse 5
out
of songs
to
play.
On the
sick side
of
South Central,
33rd Avenue,
block
six
hundred.
Workers
have
wash
and car
details.
The
ese's got
the
fresh
Chevrolet's for sale.
Twenty
G's
or better
,
the whole
neighborhood
tanked
up.
What?
On the fortress
walls,
there
is
no letters.
Buddha
say,
the
Bloods
are strictly
outnumbered;
They besieged,
on the
beats,
Goodie
Mo- B,
run the
creeps.
Y'all can
have
the streets,
asphault caught
many
suckers.
Slippin
on
wet floors,
we
puttin'
out
the signs.
On
krokers, C-
I, T-
Y,
such
a pity.
Bein'
suckled
dry,
like
a newborn,
On his
momma's
titty
before
I retired,
I hit
twenty.
True
to
cellulite with big
room
mesquite
on
the
porch.
Poundin',
like
cartoon
Ennis,
old school
efforts.
Through the Sunday
down,
Crenshaw
sparkin'.
Zoned
out,
off the
ink,
for life.
Goin'
through time
and metal
detectors,
I can't
take
my weapon,
And I
can't be
no dope
dealer.
'Cause
they be
done put
a hit
out
on a
n****, plus
I can't
keep
up
With them keys,
locked
in the
fo'-
do'.
Back
seat
drivers
havin'
out- of- body
experiences.
Wak
in'
up,
somewhere
else...
Still
Standing.
Verse 6
Yeah...
Each
an
d every
element
that ex
ists
in
this
Uni
verse
is manifested
from a
thought,
first.
Through
the inner
mind's
eye,
of the
unseen
power
in
the sky
Gave
birth
to Mother
Earth,
and all
it's worth
to you
and I.
This most
loved
invention,
my
consciousness,
is an
ex
tension
Of
Him,
yet I'm
flesh
and bone
with a
mind
of my
own.
To
dig
deeper
than the
surface,
whether
I
learn
From your
upcomings or your
downfalls,
we all
have individual
purpose.
It's
amazing,
how the streets
do the majority
of raising,
Of children
who
end up
dead before
hearing
what
you said.
An
d it's sad,
so all
I can
write about
is what
I had.
In
terpretations
of life,
good and
bad,
with a pen
and pad.
It seems
like
abortion,
when I just
write a small
portion.
It's
either crumpled
up or torn,
without
lettin'
the thought
be born.
Young minded,
and blinded
in those
days; I didn't
want
to
Have a thought
that I couldn't
raise,
nurture,
and care
for.
Be there
for,
help
prepare
for,
the times
ahead,
When someone
doesn't
agree with
what is
said,
huh.
And if they
did,
don't
get all
arrogant
'cause that's
my
kid.
Just
be
thankful
that
it's good,
and somebody
overstood.
Now, the
listener in
here want
the same
flow, but
I gotta let
it
grow.
Clever
enough to
let it go,
if I
don't want to rap
no
mo',
An
d I'll make
sure that
no one ever
forgets.
It's immortalized
forever,
on wax
CD's
and casettes.
And when
someone
goes
to the store
and purchases
it for ten,
The life
cycle
starts
all over
again.
And I
was granted
this mu
sic
as my soulmate,
to procreate,
And
give back
what I
was given,
a life
worth
livin'.
And
I,
am
Still
Standing,
unscathed.
Pain is
for suckers
to feel.
MC's are
running
out of
things
to say,
and
Radio stations
running
out
of songs
to play,
s***!
We Still
Standing,
unscathed.
And
pain
is for
suckers
to feel,
huh.
And
MC's running
out of
things
to say...
Outro 1
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