Respect the streets chords and lyrics - TRIGGA

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[Verse 1]
[C]We are gangsta, we are gangsta[Em],
[C]we are gang[B]sta[Em][C]
Don't [Em]you ever disrespect
South [B]Manny
or that fabric
The silence don't [G]like it, nigga,
[C]the streets don't [B]have it
Tell [Em]these actors and impostors,
let go [B]of that habit
I [Em]hear you talk[G]ing, [C]boy,
but can [B]you back [C]it?
This is my side, 0 -1, [B]6 -1
[E]Keep on runnin' [Em]out the [F#m]mouth
an[Em]d that's [B]it, we're gone
[Em]I've buried so [C]many friends,
it's [Em]took me [B]this [F#m]long
[E]Smoke the [Em]weed and [C]turn it up,
listen [Em]this [Am]one[B]
I'm [Em]a ragamuffin,
[C]I'm used to havin' [B]nothing
Run[Em]nin' [B]for my [Em]life and [C]duck
[Em]in' [C]when the s[B]traps roll up
[C]He [Em]put his 4 -5 to my face,
daily facts is somethin'
Gucci [B]clothes ain't [Em]never
[C]fucked [F#m]around,
[Em]you ain't [B]clappin' nothin'
Trigger spit[Em]s the facts,
my niggas were livin' that tit, not [B]tact
You fuck with killers in my [F#m]hood,
yeah, [B]they hit your back
It's all your life, Moss [Em]Side,
when I [B]hit the track
Be [Em]careful when you're
pushin' disrespect,
[F#m]man will dish y[C]ou back
You get what I'm sayin', my G?
Real [Em]gangsta
[B]Man rea[E]lly need to [Em]peep
the [Am]rules and [Em]regulations
of what's goin' [B]on gangsta[Em]
[C]Disrespect's a two -way street,
[Em]real gangsta
[B]If you diss [Em]a hood,
the hood's gonna [C]dish you back, my G
[Em]Don't you ever disrespect my [C]side,
[B]are you stupid?
The streets hear this [G]gangster shit,
[C]you're talking in your [B]music
Ever try and take the [C]reputation
and ab[Em]use [B]it
[Em]With no [B]affili[Em]ation to that
[F#m]Dudding[B]ton or [Em]Goot shit
[C]Sto[Em]p the camera,
this [C]nigga's not a [Em]gangster
No playing [B]with our pain
like [Em]it's a fashion, what a prank[B]ster
When it [Em]comes to money,
music, I'm the answer
[B]My [Em]G's moving blacker
than two [Am]lungs that's holding can[Em]cer
[B]Who[Em] the fuck you think
you're [B]playin' with?
Nuff man wouldn't come up out the
[F#m]house when we was [B]spreading shit
I've got the [Em]child sheets
and the [Am]wounds,
I ain't just [Em]saying this
[B]The[Em] whole hood loves me,
the kings here don't take their [C]piss
[Em]Moss -eyed man is in his [B]hands,
I'm [F#m]mine
[B]The streets are [Em]talking,
G and it's [F#m]time to stop this p[B]antomime
[Em]Best believe I'm far from proud,
I used to [B]bang those times
[Em]Why you tryna [G]sell my [Am]story
[B]like you [Em]bang
He knows [C]knives, [Em]trigs,
[C]real [Em]gangsta,
[C]real [B]gangsta
[Em][C]