The System Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[Am][G][Am][G]
[Am][G][C][Am]

[Verse 1]
This [Am]one's
for those on the dead end street
Hust[G]ling hard to make all they ends meet
I [Dm]hope one day I see [Am]ya Benz c[G]reep
[C]Watch for the [Am]jealousy
that most friends keep SB, got the Bentley
[G]All I could do is thank God
cause he blessed me
I used to be [Am]just like [Dm]you
Slang[C]in' crack [Am]rock on the avenue
Packin' Glocks and runnin' from cops
[G]Most of my clients like they
Kane on the rocks
[Dm]Gun shot[Am]s like two blocks away
I wonder who the fuck caught
a hot one today
Never [G]mind cause I don't wanna [Am]know
[G]I just lost two good friends in a row
One second, [Am]things is looking [G]beautiful
[C]The next [Am]second you the star of the funeral
All my friends are on the
[G]dead end streets
Some locked [Bm]up and
[G]some are [C]R .[Am]I .P's
You can't win,
there ain't no [G]way, no how
Clock your [Bm]change and
[G]get the [C]fuck [Am]on now
We was Pyrex shakers,
Sunnyside money makers
[G]In Heelwood we had Brock's,
Biggers, Now and Laters
Quicksnap was the store
that we slung at
[C]Everybody [Am]knew me from a
hundred packs
Across the street was [E]Law Element[Am]ary
[G]My car was so clean,
kids was looking up to me
They wanna be like me, a true hustler
[C]Cause they [Am]daddy drives
an old gas guzzler
The dope dealer,
I ain't trying to brag but
[G]Fuck watching roaches
trying to climb out my bathtub
[Dm]I was a [G]hard head,
[Am]trying to be a [G]drug lord
[C]Slow my [Am]road now,
homie what the fuck for
I'm in a two bed trailer,
man I'm dirt poor
[G]When hurricanes would come,
I'd run next door
To my homie's house,
his name is Hewlin Hodges
[C]We gon' [Am]make it out this ghetto,
man I promise
All my friends are on the
[G]dead end streets
Some locked [Bm]up and some are R [C].I[Am] .P.
You can't win,
there ain't no [G]way, no how
Clock your [Bm]change and
get the [C]fuck [Am]on out
99 % of all criminals and dope dealers
[G]Get busted by bullets or
fuckin' squealer[Dm]s
And the [G]1 % that made it was pure luck
[C]But even [Am]he'll tell you that his
life ain't worth a fuck
Cause in his mind he was
caught a thousand times
[G]And in his mind he was shot
a thousand times
[Dm]Without [G]peace there can [Am]be no happiness
[C]I wear a c[Am]ross around my neck
like the Catholics
I'm not sure exactly what my religion is.
[G]I just know I thank God for my little kids
[Dm]The system g[G]ot us selling drugs
like some guinea pigs
[C]Then they ar[Am]rest us after
we donated big
They take our money,
our cars, and our houses
[G]Now tell me who's really
selling the ounces
And any cash that [Am]we
might have [G]hidden
[C]Goes to the [Am]system trying
to stay out of prison
All my friends are on the
[G]dead end streets
Some locked up and some are [C]R .[Am]I .P.
You can't win,
there ain't no [G]way, no how
Clock your [Bm]change and
get the [C]fuck [Am]on out
All my friends are on the
[G]dead end streets
Some locked [Bm]up and
some a [C]horror [Am]beast
You can't win,
there ain't no [G]way, no how
Clock your [Bm]change and [G]get the
[C]fuck [Am]on ou[G]t[C][Am][G]
You
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