Marcy Me Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[C][Bm]
[Am]Live from [C]Bedford-Stuyvesant,
[Am]the [C]the livest one representing [Am]BK to the fullest
Bastards [Bm]ducking when Hov be buck[C]in',
chicken heads be cluckin', uh

[Verse 2]
Back [Am]when ratchet was a ratchet and the [Bm]vixen was a vixen
and Jam Mas[C]ter Jay was alive, I was mixing
Cooking coke in the kitchen back
[Bm]when Rodman was a Piston
Mike [Am]was losing to Isiah but he soon
would get his [Bm]sixth one
Gave [C]birth to my verbal imagina[Am]tion,
assume a virtue if [C]you have not
Or better yet here's a verse
[Am]from Hamlet
"Lord, we know who we are
Yet we [Bm]know not what we may be"
[C]So maybe I'm the one
or maybe I'm crazy
I'm [Am]from Marcy houses where the
[Bm]boys die by the thousand
Back [C]when Pam was on Martin yeah
[Bm]that's where it all started
[C]When Denzel was blottin' carpet,
[Bm]I'll pack a [Am]nine millimeter when Slick Rick made Mona [Bm]Lisa
When [C]Lisa Bonet was Beyon[Am]cé of her day,
I [Bm]had divas ya'll
[C]Think I just popped up in thi[Bm]s bitch
like a [Am]fetus? Nah
Pregnant pause,
[Bm]give you some second thoug[C]hts
There's room on the bandwagon,
don't abort
Marcy [Am]me[Bm][C][Bm]

[Verse 3]
[C]Marcy me
[Bm]Streets is my artery,
the [Am]vein of my existence
I'm [Bm]the Gotham City heartbeat
[C]I started in lobbies n[Am]ow,
parley [C]with Saudis
Sufi to the goofies I [Am]could probably
speak Farsi
That's poetry read a coca
[Bm]leaf from my past
Came [C]through the bushes smelling
like roses I need a trophy just [Em]for that
Old [Am]Brooklyn not this new shit,
[Bm]shit feel like a spoof
Fat [C]laces in your shoe I'm talking
busting off the roof
Hold a [Bm]uzi vertical, let the thing smoke
[Am]Y'all flirting with death,
I be winking through the [Bm]scope
[C]Shout out to all the murder[Am]ers turned murals,
[C]plural, fuck the[Am] Federal Bureau
Shout out to Nostrand Ave,
[Bm]Flushing Ave, Myrtle
[C]All the County of Kings,
may your ground stay [E]fertile
[Am]Shout out to Big Poppa,
[Bm]Daddy Kane, heroes
[C]Thus concluding my concerto,
Marcy me
Must [Bm]be in the

[Verse 4]
[Am]air,
[Bm]oh can't walk aw[C]ay I know, I k[Am]now
Just [Bm]the way I was r[C]aised I know,
[Am]I know, [Bm]I know
Oh Marcy, Marcy [C]me just [D]the [Bm]way I [Am]am,
al[Bm]ways gonna [C]be
I ain't [Bm]gonna change, [C]no
[Bm]Mar cy, Marcy [Am]me, just t[C]he way I am
I [Bm]know, [Am]I know, I ain't gonna change,
[Bm]no[C][Am]
[C]
(Como as
[Bm]minhas mueos tocando aqui[Am]
Eu nuo canto do mundo,
o meu tempo)
[G][C]