Street Life chords by 
Grave PlottSpice 1 
N/A
Key: A minor•
Verse 1
Am
G
Am
It's
Greyblock,
Dm
listen to the sound of that street life
G
Am
We glide 24 -7 under the street lights
And when we ride,
it's them guns we trust
Dm
GP and Barcelina,
Em
you ain't thugs like us
Am
Greyblock,
Dm
come in with that street life shit
G
Turn your damn phones
Am
to erase your whole clip
We're ridin' real thick,
C
Dm
stayin' deeper than you
Em
But you better make a path,
Am
GP's comin' through
Twist your neck back
C
Dm
and over your shoulder
G
Just don't die yet,
Am
cause the game ain't over
Great plot in the house
C
Dm
with the G Spice One
We got a lot of bullets
Em
but they always leave the gun
Am
Empty out the clips
C
and re load them again
Dm
G
We pick in' off everyone
Am
that ain't a friend
C
Dm
I'm a dirty thug, man, that's my steez
Em
If you wanna fuck with me,
Am
then you better bring a G
C
Dm
Quick to pull out and quick to pull back
G
The first motherfucker to
Am
make a trigger snap
I blast when I bust,
C
Dm
and I bust with a blast
When it comes to men standing,
Em
I'mma be the last
Am
If the shit ain't right,
C
Dm
I'mma scatter the lot
G
And the fire keeps going,
Am
tell everybody stop
I ain't fucking around,
C
Dm
I'll put your ass in the ground
G
If you're looking to my eyes,
Am
that's where hell is found
Streetlight,
C
Dm
this is the sound of that streetlight
G
Am
We climb 24 -7 under the streetlights
And when we ride,
C
it's them guns we trust
Dm
Em
GP and Barcelina, you ain't those like us
Am
She on the grey block,
C
Dm
comin' with that street life shit
G
And you use your damn tools
Am
to erase your whole clique
Riding real thick,
C
Dm
staying deeper than you
Em
But you bet ter make up half,
Am
G .B.'s comin' through
Now when the moon is full
C
Dm
and the clock strikes the twelve hour
G
Niggas ridin' for money,
Am
put the pussy paper in power
They don't wanna see this G bussin',
niggas sufferin'
Dm
With reper cussions of a boss rider
Em
When I put this hot lit incisor, I'm fire
Am
C
Never will I let you bitch nig gas
Dm
go get the best of me
G
Hit em up with them hottos,
Am
never gave a fuck, don't be testin' me
C
Dm
Got a grey block, put a plot in the grave
Em
My spice with no sugar,
Am
I spill your Kool -Aid, n***a
C
My coupe, rollin' up with
Dm
them diamond s,
G
shinin' blind in' bitches
Am
Attracted to them thugs,
three bitches, but I
All she get is some bubblegum
Dm
and some dick
I'm not a trick,
Em
I'm a treat for the dick as hard as my clique
Am
Gang -ghetto attitude,
C
Dm
manipulat in' the environ ment
G
I'm im mortalized, n***a,
Am
ain't no fuckin' retirement
Bars are flamey, fatty chinkos,
C
Dm
a pen on my tali mans
Am
Bow down and kiss my pinky ring,
n***a, and call me sire
This great plot is to the sound
Dm
of the street lights
G
Am
We climb 24 -7 under the street lights
And when we ride,
C
it's them guns we trust
Dm
GP and Barcelena,
Em
you ain't thugs like us
Am
Greenblock comin'
Dm
with that street life shit
G
Now you can't be them fools
Am
to erase your whole clique
Ridin' real big,
C
Dm
stayin' deeper than you
Em
And you better make a path,
Am
GP's comin' through
I'm from the M -I -L -L -N -E
C
Dm
-A -S -T -P -A
G
Am
You hell, that's where my boys stay,
with them K's
We gon' chop it down with Spice,
C
one from the bay
Dm
And anybody talkin' down
Em
six feet deep
is where they lay
Am
I'm the illa killer, gorilla,
C
Dm
ca pilla from the pillar
G
You nig gas don't want it, win
Am
or we split it, who's out to get ya?
Hit you with triggers,
C
you niggas for feit your figures
Dm
Em
My fingers steady,
Am
itching to grip a clip an d deliver
Hollow heads that swallow heads
C
Dm
and leave you ballers dead
G
Put a full clip in your stomach,
you want it?
Am
Make sure that you hollow pad
Know I'm nothing new to this,
C
Dm
feed you bullets like nu trients
With my gun off in the cloud
Em
and clapping round,
it's dark to shoot and shit
Am
Li quid assassin,
C
always on a murderous grind
Dm
G
You never heard of a mind
Am
quite as dis turbing as mine
C
I got a clock nine, but it verbally rhymes
Dm
But if you really want it,
Am
I can make sure that you die
Dm
This is the sound of that street life,
G
Am
we grind 24 -7 under the street lights
And when we ride,
C
it's them guns we trust,
Dm
GP and Barcelina,
Em
you ain't thugs like us
Am
Greenblock comin' with that
C
Dm
street life shit,
G
Am
shoot them tools to erase
your whole clique
Ridin' real good,
C
Dm
stayin' deeper than you,
Em
but you better make a path,
Am
GP's comin' through
This is the sound of that street life,
G
Dm
Am
we grind 24 -7 under the street lights
And when we ride, it's them guns we trust
Em
Am
GP and Barcelin a,
you ain't thugs like us
Yeah!
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