My Advice 2 You Chords

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[Verse 1]
[Em]Yo, yo, gu- rizzi, yo
Yo, whassup, son?
Yo, man, you know what I mean? I need this money,
[Am]man
Get up, out in [Em]these, in these streets, man
Yo, so what's the deal, god?
I'm sayin', what you [Am]need though?
Yo, [Em]let me have like, two or three,
three g's, man
I'm sayin', I'm sayin' son, man
You know what happened last [Am]time,
though?
I gotta do what I [Em]got ta do,
man. I gotta eat, man
Whassup man? Oh, your baby
momma stressin' you?
Way past [Am]the days of the deuce,
me and you stays a crew
Only a [Em]few percent knew what me
and you went through
We've [Am]been sent to dominate,
these corny come- lates
And set this [Em]crooked rap shit straight, from
Crenshaw [Am]to Castlegate
Like Pete and C.L., I reminisce [Em]over days
From the streets of Boston to New York,
and all the ways
[Am]For certain niggaz to blow up,
and crime paid
But [Em]my praise goes to the
most high
'Cause some [Am]nights I got so wild,
yo, I almost died
Some [Em]stuff I got into,
really scarred my mental
[Am]Pops wasn't tryin' to hear it,
'cause of what he been through
[Em]Still, like my nigga, Havoc, said,
sometimes you gott
[Am]Hit your crew off,
so they can make some bread
'Cause [Em]no matter the weather,
niggaz be needin' cheddar
[Am]An d things in this world are more
fucked up than ever
[Em]So let's make this bond,
to keep this hip- hop strong
You [Am]a man, Baby Pop,
you know right from wrong
So [Em]stay out of trouble,
and that goes for me too
That's what [Am]we need to do,
that's my advice [Em]to you
You re[Am]member what happened last time,
when you got knocked
[Em]Doin' your thing,
sewin' shit up on the block?
You need [Am]to stop,
'fore you get caught, again
Or you get [Em]shot, and I lose another friend
[Am]"Any man w[Em]ith the plan,
is precise with his life
Think twice"
My [Am]advice to you, cut down
on champagne and booze
For [Em]a nigga like me, most time
that shit's bad news
It's [Am]like lightin' a fuse,
whether it's sneakers or shoes
'Cause [Em]somebody always want
to step up, to start a feud
It's [Am]like settin' it off, but not the movie
Plus [Em]let's get some real women,
forget floozies and the groupies
[Am]'Cause they spell mad problems,
from Watts to Harlem
And [Em]the bullshit won't stop,
'long as the world's revolvin'
[Am]An d I recall when niggaz knew
my pops had clout
But they [Em]didn't know my sorry- ass
was gettin' kicked out
And they [Am]was seein' if I wanted
to come bubble with them
An[Em]d make my ends triple,
and double, with them
And get in [Am]trouble with them,
now memories of them
[Em]I wear 'em in my heart, like a emblem
I doubt [Am]we'd ever be bigtime sellin' dope,
coke, or dust
It's [Em]killin us; let's take our people,
and make [Am]a exodus
Annhilation, inhilation through the lungs
Or [Em]ex termination,
by the use of dirty guns
[Am]Triple beam dreams,
and drug schemes of mad cream
[Em]'Could be a sad scene when
you go to that extreme
[Am]"Any man with the plan[Em]
is precise with his life
Think twice."
My advice, is to you