The Black Eyed Peas – Street Livin (Guitar)
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[Intro]
Bm Streets, streets Bm Livin' in the streets
[Verse 1: will.i.am]
Bm Street livin', caught in the trap Bm Guns or books, sell crack or rap Bm Be like kings or be like pawns Bm They called us coons, now they call us cons Bm Street niggas be packing pistols Bm Terrorists be blasting missiles Bm Crips and Bloods and retail thugs Bm CIA planes bring Colombian drugs in
N.C.
Don't push me 'cause I'm close to hell
N.C.
The teachers in my neighborhood can hardly spell
N.C.
And compare to them, prison guards get paid well
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Ten years no bail is 4 years at Yale
N.C.
So, forget about the statue of General Lee
N.C.
Because the status of blacks are generally
N.C.
Gonna end up in some penitentiary
N.C.
Systematically, that's how they made it to be
Bm Listen, they derailed the soul train Bm And put a nightmare in every Martin Luther King Bm And privatized prisons are owned by the same Bm Slave masters that owned the slave trade game Bm And racists no longer have to be racist Bm 'Cause niggas kill more niggas than the KKK did Bm Now, every time I hear a new def jam
N.C.
Niggas killing niggas like they Ku Klux Klan
N.C.
I understand what's a nigga to choose?
N.C.
Be the killer or be the dead dude in the news
N.C.
I get it, what's a nigga to do?
N.C.
No education in the hood got a nigga confused
[Verse 2: apl.de.ap]
Bm Street livin', tough conditions Bm Brainwashed by the television Bm We lost in the world we live in Bm Double cross love lost no religion Bm Street livin', oh my gosh Bm Another brother got shot by the searg' Bm Another cop got off with no charge Bm If you black in the hood, you at large Bm You're guilty until you prove you're innocent Bm If you're ivory, they treat you different Bm If you're ebony, they assume your temperament Bm Will be vigilant and they call you militant Bm And you'll get shot and they'll say the incident Bm Is 'cause you're belligerent, what a coincidence? Bm Born and bred but you're still an immigrant
N.C.
And if you ain't dead, you can see imprisonment
[Chorus: will.i.am]
Bm There's more niggas in the prisons than there ever was slaves cotton picking Bm There's more niggas that's rotting in the prisons than there ever was slaves cotton picking Bm So, how we gon' get up out the trap? Bm Guns or books, sell crack or rap Bm Street livin', hustle or hoops Bm Guns or books, get shot or shoot
[Verse 3: Taboo]
Bm Street livin', ain't no rules Bm Break the law, make the breakin' news Bm The life you choose could be the life you lose Bm Niggas getting stuck for the Nike shoes Bm Street livin', ain't no joke Bm It's a cold world, better bring your coat Bm Revoke 'cause the streets are broke Bm And now they wanna take away our dreams and hopes Bm Street livin', no economics Bm No way out of the Reaganomics Bm Infected by the black plague, new bubonic Bm No comprende, we speak ebonics Bm Street livin', what's your position? Bm You can take action or take a dick and listen Bm You can get fucked by the system Bm Or you can say "fuck the system"