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The Streets chords by 5th Ward Boyz

  • Am

  • E

  • F

  • D

  • G

  • C

Verse 1
Am
E
What's up?
Am
These unmarked ass niggas
F
think I won't kill them
D
E
I thought you motherfuckers knew
Am
But I guess y 'all don't so long
E
F
That nigga 007 gone all spit that shit
G
Am
G
I hope y 'all ready for this shit
My nigga double
C
O -7 finna spit that
Am
Ray -D -T shit
G
Live and direct
C
Can your trunk handle this shit, nigga?
Am
G
If you can't stand the heat then
get your ass off the street
C
Am
Niggas in my hood play for keep
And when I die,
G
I'ma try to be high
Am
G
Blowin' smoke till we run,
C
reach the sky, set
Am
G
I'm totally textin' my duffel bag
And on some weed and
C
some motherfuckin' zig -zags
G
Ready for the murder, killer instincts
My vision got precision,
C
it flicked in my in cision
Am
A fucked up decision was made,
G
should've packed a 12 gauge when you stepped up
C
Am
Now your whole hood gettin' swept up
G
You fuckin' with a real
motherfucker with a .45 cock
C
You been ass -slowin',
Am
rockin' a 6 -4
G
Creepin', rollin' like the miles
Niggas throwin' circles as
C
Am
I'm cruisin' down lines
G
Watchin' killers in my hood, mob daily
Down with the streets,
C
cause the streets is what made me
Am
G
Paid me, gave me the game
Motherfuck the fame, bitch,
Am
I want a bankroll
C
Fool motherfuckin' name,
Am
got to get a grip in 95
G
Packin' heat till I survive
on the streets
C
Niggas in my hood play for keep
Am
G
If you can't stand the heat, then
Am
get your ass off the streets
G
C
Am
Niggas in my hood play for keep
And when I die,
G
I'ma try to be high
Am
Blowin' smoke till we
G
C
both reach the sky
Am
G
Check it, if you can't stand the heat,
Am
then get your ass off the streets
G
C
Am
Niggas in my hood play for the key
And when I die,
G
I'ma try to be high,
C
blowin' smoke till we both reach the sky
Am
G
Check it, steady be mobbin',
cock days, deuce in the regal
C
Am
Feel the blast of the death of
Eagle, nigga
G
Where y 'all get at? I'm smokin' fat,
tax a reefer
C
Excellent pastries, sleeper
Am
Talkin' to y you runnin'
G
from your adversaries
Ain't gonna get you nowhere,
C
but in the cemetery line
Am
on your back in a
G
Marlboro -grade coffin
Am
Bet you didn't know
G
C
I get my blast so often
Am
G
007, fix war material
C
Plus my .45, eat his ass like cereal
Am
You fuckin' with some real
G's now
G
Not them same marsh that
Am
G
you used to beat down
C
Am
Way back in the days, I'd rather die like a
G
G
Than live like a mark -ass,
booty -poop -buster -ass new -boot
Am
G
Niggas, you can't fuck with my
niggas on the streets
C
Niggas in my hood play some
Keith
Am
G
If you can't stand the heat,
then get your ass off the streets
C
Am
Niggas in my hood play for keep
And when I die,
G
I'ma try to be high
Blowin' smoke till we both
C
reach the sky, check
Am
G
If you can't stand the heat,
then get your ass off the streets
C
Am
Niggas in my hood play for keep
And when I die,
G
I'ma try to be high
C
Blowin' smoke till we both reach the sky,
check
Am
G
Puffin' on the blunt full of skunk
C
Thinkin' bout my ends as I sip up on some
Hen
G
Am
Tryna get a grip,
G
but every time I look around
My niggas want a trip,
C
tryna put me six feet underground
Am
G
As I'm all through my motherfuckin' hood,
C
Am
suckin' up my set cause you know it's all good
G
007 was the name that I was givin'
out to disrespect my hood
C
Bitch, you must don't like livin',
Am
G
kickin' it on the corner with my niggas
Was a shit -packin' 86,
C
bustin' caps at trips and to hit a lick
Am
Somethin' that we all wanted to do
G
until 1992 when we did it
C
Came up on three birds and we split it,
Am
nigga
G
Take a shit in the heat and get
your ass off the streets
C
Am
Niggas in my hood play for a keep
And when I die,
G
I'ma try to be high
No more smoke till we
C
both reach the sky
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