Still Standing chords and lyrics - GOODIE MOB

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[Verse 1]
[G]This for the soldiers.
[A#m][G]
(Soldiers.)
Stay strong,
my n****z.
(Gangsters, players.)
[Em]Stay up, my[G]
[Bm]n****z.
(Real n****z.)

[Verse 2]
Leavin' the cut in a [G]rage.
Loadin' up my Mac, goin' to my crib,
to get my twelve- gauge.
[Em]One of my boys just got shot,
[G]huh.
F***in' around,
in that million dollar spot.
[Bm]A educ[G]ated brother;
Didn't have no money for college,
he was taught the street know[Em]ledge.
Part of the [G]plan;
To keep us fightin' in the street,
instead of becomin' a strong black man.
[Bm]Every two weeks I see Sam,
[G]Pitchin' out my check with no respect,
but I [F#]still don't give [G]a damn.
[Em]Because I gotta make my dough.
My [G]kill, rocked down,
till I started seein' cash flow.
[Bm]Everything happens for a reason,
[G]choose the season,
To commit the perfect treason.
Who brought [Em]me to the land,
of unfree man,
To [G]move about and catch trout,
by the dozens?
[Bm]Even had my cousin locked down,
at [G]the feet shackled;
A one- way seat, to Milledgeville.
[Em]N**** this real,
how can you kill [G]another,
When it's your brother? Still Standing.

[Verse 3]
I never [Bm]thought about,
talked about what [G]I did.
Just experimented life as a young Gump.
[F#]Them days [Em]long gone,
school bells done rung no mo'.
Spendin' [G]hours at the house,
in my favorite chair.
Slow [Bm]mo', custom funk fingerprinted, to carry
[G]a hucklebuck.
Feelin' stuck with the art that my skin carries,
scary.
[Em]If I ever had to plot again,
needin' my stick[G],
Gidgets to pidgits, moves to Philly
[Bm]and the crew.
Nothin' else to prove,
fold a [G]plot like chrome.
Salt lick teddy bears,
in the college student's room.
[Em]Speed, Gipp got that too.
Watch [G]that dude,

[Verse 4]
inspect that fool. Still Standing.
[Bm][Chorus]
[A#m]Unscathed, 'cause this is pain.
[G]This for soldiers to feel.
[Em]
MC's, are running out of things to say.
[G]Radio stations are running
out of songs to play.
[Bm]Still Stan[A#m]ding, unscathed,
[G]'cause of pain.
This for [F#]sol diers t[G]o feel.
[Em]
MC's, are running out of things to say.
[G]Radio stations are running

[Verse 5]
out of songs to play.
[Bm]On the sick side of South Central,
[G]33rd Avenue, block six hundred.
Workers have [Em]wash and car details.
The [G]ese's got the fresh
Chevrolet's for sale.
Twenty G's or better[Bm],
the whole neighborhood tanked up.
[G]What? On the fortress walls,
there is no letters.
[Em]Buddha say, the Bloods are strictly
[G]outnumbered;
They besieged, on the beats,
Goodie Mo- B, run the creeps.
Y'all can [Bm]have the streets,
asphault caught [G]many suckers.
Slippin on wet floors,
we puttin' out the signs.
[Em]On krokers, C- I, T- Y, such a pity.
[G]Bein' suckled dry, like a newborn,
On his momma's [Bm]titty before I retired,
I hit [G]twenty.
True to cellulite with big room
mesquite on the [Em]porch.
Poundin', like cartoon Ennis,
[G]old school efforts.
Through the Sunday down,
Crenshaw sparkin'.
[Bm]Zoned out, off the ink, for life.
Goin' [G]through time and metal detectors,
I can't take my weapon,
[Em]And I can't be no dope dealer.
'Cause they be [G]done put a hit out on a n****, plus
I can't keep [Bm]up
With them keys, locked in the fo'- do'.
Back[G]seat drivers havin'
out- of- body experiences.
[Em]Wak in' up,
somewhere [G]else... Still Standing.

[Verse 6]
Yeah... Each [Bm]an
d every element
that ex[A#m]ists in this
Uni[G]verse is manifested from a thought,
first.
Through the inner mind's eye,
of the unseen power in the sky
Gave birth to Mother Earth,
and all it's worth to you and I.
[Bm]This most loved invention,
my consciousness, is an [G]ex tension
Of Him, yet I'm flesh and bone
with a mind of my own.
To dig deeper than the [Em]surface,
whether I learn
From your [G]upcomings or your downfalls,
we all have individual purpose.
[Bm]It's amazing,
how the streets do the majority [G]of raising,
Of children who end up dead before
hearing what you said.
An[Em]d it's sad,
so all I can write about is what I had.
In[G]terpretations of life, good and bad,
with a pen and pad.
[Bm]It seems like abortion,
when I just write a small portion.
[G]It's either crumpled up or torn,
without [F]lettin' the thought be born.
[Em]Young minded, and blinded in those
days; I didn't want to
[G]Have a thought that I couldn't raise,
nurture, and care for.
[Bm]Be there for, help prepare for,
the times ahead,
[G]When someone doesn't agree with what is said,
huh.
And if they [Em]did,
don't get all arrogant 'cause that's my kid.
Just be [G]thankful that it's good,
and somebody overstood.
[Bm]Now, the listener in here want the same
flow, but I gotta let it grow.
[G]Clever enough to let it go,
if I don't want to rap no mo',
An[Em]d I'll make sure that no one ever
forgets.
It's immortalized [G]forever,
on wax CD's and casettes.
And when someone [Bm]goes to the store
and purchases it for ten,
The life [G]cycle starts all over again.
And I was granted this mu[Em]sic as my soulmate,
to procreate,
And [G]give back what I was given,
a life worth livin'.
And [Bm]I, am St[A#m]ill Standing, unscathed.
[G]Pain is for suckers to feel.
MC's are [Em]running out of things to say,
[G]and
Radio stations running out of songs to play,
s***!
We Still [A#m]Standing, unscathed.
And [G]pain is for suckers to feel, huh.
[F]And[Em] MC's running out of
things [G]to say...

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[Bm][A#m]
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