Street Life chords and lyrics - GRAVE PLOTT

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[Verse 1]
[Am]It's[G][Am]
Greyblock,
listen to the sound of that [Dm]street life
[G]We glide 24 -7 [Am]under the street lights
And when we ride,
it's them guns we trust
[Dm]GP and
Barcelina, you ain't [Em]thugs like us
[Am]Greyblock comin' with that street life [Dm]shit
[G]Get your damn phones
[Am]to erase your whole clip
We ridin' real thick,
stayin' [C]deeper than [Dm]you
But you [Em]better make a path,
[Am]GP's comin' through
Twist your neck back and
[C]over your [Dm]shoulder
Just [G]don't die yet,
cause the [Am]game ain't over
Great plot in the house with the
[C]G
Spice
[Dm]One
We got a lot of bullets but they
[Em]always leave the gun
[Am]Empty out the clips and re
[C]load them again
[Dm]We picki[G]n' off everyone
that [Am]ain't a friend
I'm a dirty thug, man, [C]that's my [Dm]steez
If you [Em]wanna fuck with me,
then you [Am]better bring a
G
Quick to pull out and [C]quick to pull [Dm]back
The [G]first motherfucker to
[Am]make a trigger snap
I blast when I bust,
and [C]I bust with a [Dm]blast
When it comes to men standing,
I'mma [Em]be the last
If the [Am]shit ain't right,
I'mma [C]scatter the [Dm]lot
And the [G]fire keeps going,
tell [Am]everybody stop
I ain't fucking around,
I'll put [C]your ass in the [Dm]ground
If you're looking to my [G]eyes,
that's where hell is [Am]found
Streetlight,
this is the [C]sound of that [Dm]streetlight
[G]We climb 24 -7 [Am]under the streetlights
And when we ride,
it's them [C]guns we trust
[Dm]GP and
Barcelina, you ain't [Em]those like us
She on [Am]the grey block,
comin' with that [C]street life [Dm]shit
And [G]you use your damn tools to
[Am]erase your whole clique
Riding real thick,
staying [C]deeper than [Dm]you
But you [Em]bet ter make up half,
G [Am].B.'s comin' through
Now when the moon is full and
the clock strikes [C]the 12 [Dm]hour
Niggas [G]ridin' for money,
put the [Am]pussy paper in power
They don't wanna see this
G bussin' niggas sufferin'
With reper[Dm]cussions of a boss rider
When I put this [Em]hot lit incisor, I'm fire
[Am]Never will I let you bitch nig
[C]gas go get the [Dm]best of me
Hit [G]em up with them hottos, never gave [Am]a fuck,
don't be testin' me
Got a grey block, put a [C]plot in the [Dm]grave
My [Em]spice with no sugar, I spill [Am]your
Kool -Aid, n***a
My coupe, rollin' [C]up with them diamond[Dm]s,
shinin' [G]blindin' bitches
Attracted to them [Am]thugs, three bitches, but I
All she get is some bubblegum
and some [Dm]dick
I'm not a trick,
I'm a treat for the dick as [Em]hard as my clique
Gang [Am]-ghetto attitude,
manipulat[C]in' the environ[Dm]ment
I'm [G]im mortalized, n***a,
ain't [Am]no fuckin' retirement
Bars are flamey, fatty chinkos,
a [C]pen on my talent [Dm]mines
Bow [Am]down and kiss my pinky ring,
n***a, and call me
Sire
This great plot is to the sound
of the [Dm]street lights
[G]We climb 24 -7 [Am]under the street lights
And when we ride,
it's them [C]guns we trust
[Dm]GP and
Barcelena, you ain't [Em]thugs like us
[Am]Greenblock comin'
with that street life [Dm]shit
Now you [G]can't be them fools
[Am]to erase your whole clique
Ridin' real big,
stayin' [C]deeper than [Dm]you
And you [Em]better make a path,
[Am]GP's comin' through
I'm from the
M -I -L -N -E [C]-A -S -T [Dm]-P -A
[G]You hell, that's where my boys [Am]stay,
with them
K's
We gon' chop it down with
Spice, [C]one from the bay
[Dm]And anybody talkin' down six feet
[Em]deep is where they lay
I'm the [Am]illa killer, gorilla,
ca[C]pilla from the [Dm]pillar
You nig[G]gas don't want it, win
or we split [Am]it, who's out to get ya?
Hit you with triggers,
you niggas [C]forfeit your figures
[Dm]My fingers s[Em]teady,
itching to grip a clip [Am]an d deliver
Hollow heads that swallow heads
and [C]leave you ballers [Dm]dead
Put a full [G]clip in your stomach,
you want it?
[Am]Make sure that you hollow pad
Know I'm nothing new to this,
[C]feed you bullets like [Dm]nu trients
With my gun off in the cloud and clapping [Em]round,
it's dark to shoot and shit
Li[Am]quid assassin,
always on a [C]murderous grind
[Dm]You never [G]heard of a mind
quite as dis[Am]turbing as mine
I got a clock nine, but it [C]verbally rhymes
[Dm]But if you really want it,
[Am]I can make sure that you die
This is the sound of that [Dm]street life,
[G]we grind 24 -7 [Am]under the street lights
And when we ride,
it's them [C]guns we trust,
[Dm]GP and
Barcelina, you ain't [Em]thugs like us
[Am]Greenblock comin' with that [C]street life [Dm]shit,
[G]shoot them tools to [Am]erase your whole clique
Ridin' real good, stayin' [C]deeper than [Dm]you,
but you [Em]better make a path,
[Am]GP's comin' through
This is the sound of that street [G]life,
we grind 24 -7 [Dm]under the [Am]street lights
And when we ride, it's them guns we trust
GP [Em]and
Barcelin[Am]a, you ain't thugs like us
Yeah!