Give Up the Goods

「Give Up the Goods」簡単なギターコード アーティスト： Mobb Deep

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    • Verse 1
    G

    Word up? You

    know what I'm saying

    So I been telling this niggas mayne

    Shit ain't a game mayne
    F#m

    Let the niggas know mayne

    You know what I'm saying

    Shit definitely real
    G
    F#m

    Yeah
    Verse 2

    Aiyo, Queens get the money,

    long time no cash
    G

    I'm caught up in the hustle

    when the guns go blast
    F#m

    The fool retaliated so

    I had to think fast
    G

    Pull out my heat first,

    he pull out his heat last
    F#m

    Now, who the fuck you think
    G

    is living to this day?

    I'm tryna tell these young niggas
    Bm

    crime don't pay
    F#m

    They looked at me and said,

    "Queens niggas don't play
    G

    Do your thing, I'll do mine,

    kid, stay outta my way"
    Verse 3
    F#m

    It's type hard tryna survive

    in New York state
    G

    But can't stop 'til I'm eating

    off a platinum plate
    F#m

    Po- po comes around

    and tries to relocate me
    G

    Lock me up forever,

    but they can't deflate me
    F#m

    'Cause having cash is highly addictive
    G

    Especially when you're used

    to have no money to live with
    F#m

    I pause, step back,

    look at my life as a whole
    G

    Ain't no love,

    it seems the devil done stole my soul
    Verse 4
    F#m

    I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's

    not helping ya
    G
    Bm

    I'm tryna get this Lexus up, plus a cellular
    F#m

    Yo, Big Noyd! (What up,

    cousin?) I can't cope
    G

    With all these crab niggas tryna

    shorten my rope
    Verse 5
    F#m

    Yo, it's the R- A- double-
    G

    P- E- R N- O- Y- D

    Niggas can't fuck with me!
    F#m

    Coming straight outta

    QB, pushing the Infiniti
    G

    You ask can I rip it constantly? Mentally?
    F#m

    Def initely, to the death of me,

    come and test me
    G

    Trust me, nigga can't touch
    Bm

    me if he snuffed me
    F#m

    So bust me, you're gonna have to,

    'cause I'ma blast you
    G

    My lyrical like a miracle, ill spiritual
    Verse 6
    F#m

    I'm born with it,

    I'm getting on with it
    G

    And I'ma have it 'til I'm fucking

    dead and gone with it
    F#m

    'Cause I'm a what? Composer of hardcore,
    G

    a lyrical destructor

    Don't make me buck ya, 'cause
    F#m

    I'm a wild motherfucker

    You know I flow,
    G

    you know my steelo

    Even pack my gat when
    F#m

    I go to see my P.O

    Jump out my hooptie, pass

    my gat and my lucci
    G

    To my shorty,

    in case my P.O. try to troop me
    Verse 7
    F#m

    To the Island, and if I start wilding
    G

    Flipping on niggas walking around

    with the nice gold medallions
    F#m

    But she didn't violate me,

    so I escaped, see
    G

    Back to Queens, pumping the fiends,

    making more cream
    F#m

    Know what I mean? I'm

    a natural- born hustler
    G

    Won't try to cut ya, pull out my

    .44 and bust ya
    Verse 8
    F#m

    Yo, ain't no time for faking

    jacks

    'Cause brothers that fake jacks
    G

    get laid on their backs
    Bm

    The streets is real,
    F#m

    can't roll without steel

    I feel how I feel 'cause I
    G

    was born to kill
    F#m

    Do what I gotta to eat a decent meal,

    brothers is starving

    Don't try to find a job, son,
    G

    it's all about robbing

    So don't be alarmed when
    F#m

    we come through

    We supposed to, if you opposed to,
    G

    get your face blown, dude
    Verse 9
    F#m

    Off the map, 'cause I re act,

    attack

    A brother wasn't blessed with wealth,
    G

    so I act like that

    Drug dealing,
    F#m

    only mess with shorties that's appealing

    I'm fronting on the world once I
    G

    start 4- wheeling
    F#m

    'Cause back on the 41st Side,

    we do it right
    G

    Sipping E&J, getting bent all night

    Yo, who that? I never seen
    F#m

    him in my whole life

    Step to his business
    G

    'cause it's only right
    Verse 10
    F#m

    Po- po ain't around so I

    grab my pound
    G

    Money retaliated, so I hit the ground

    My life is on the line,
    F#m

    gotta hold my projects down

    Can't see myself getting
    G

    bodied by a clown

    Ass nigga that ain't even from my town
    F#m

    Hit him up in the chest,
    G

    now he's laying man down
    F#m

    Jetted up from under the benches,

    I started hearing sirens

    I stopped firing,
    G

    to cut ass like a diamond
    Verse 11
    F#m

    Jetted to the crib piece, what a relief

    Stashed the heat then
    G

    proceeded to peep
    F#m

    Out the window, call my son,

    "Yo, son, we got beef"
    G

    But no question, money had a problem,

    so I solved him
    Verse 12
    F#m

    I got my mind on a stick- up, now

    it's time to get paid
    G

    Thinking of ways to take loot

    already made
    F#m

    There's crime in the air,

    ain't no time to be afraid
    G

    Give me yours or get laid
    F#m
    G
    Bm

    Give up the goods or get sprayed
    G
    I got
    Verse 13
    F#m

    lots of love, for my crew that is
    G

    No love for them other crews and rival kids
    F#m

    All them out- of- town niggas

    know what time it is
    G

    And if they don't,

    they need to buy a watch, word up

    Caught up in the crossfire,
    G

    get theyself hurt up

    While I be sipping gin straight

    in a plastic cup

    On a park bench on 12th Street,

    my whole crew's famous

    You tried to bust your gat and keep it real,
    Verse 14

    but you nameless

    First of all, slow down,

    you on the wrong route

    Let me put you on your feet and show

    you what's it all about

    The street life ain't nothing to play with,

    no jokes, no games, kid

    For years, I been doing the same shit

    Just, drinking liquor, doing bids

    Extorting crack heads,

    and sticking up the stick- up kids

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