Geto Boys - G-Code, аккорды песни для гитары

C#m
                   
E
 
I don't want to run no more, but I know that if I stop 
          
B
                        
A
 
I'll be another nigga headed to heaven, hangin with 'Pac 
C#m
                             
E
 
   These motherfuckers look at me like I'm a slinger 
         
B
                     
A
 
Makin threats to my family, dawg I'm in danger 
C#m
                            
E
 
   Who do you call when these agents want you dead 
          
B
                            
A
 
And they hit these penitentiaries and niggas make a pledge 
So I dip and duck the feds, all my homies duck out on indictments 
Caught up on the phone, talkin prices (hello) 
25-to-life's the mandatory minimal 
My whole community gets treated like they criminals 
Why are them bitches gettin' motherfuckers hung 
Got a 
C
.I. on the inside and everybody's sung 
Mothers and fathers separated from they sons 
Households are broken; you couldn't hold your tongue 
If it's yours, say it's yours, take the case, do your time 
When you was out here gettin' money from it everything was fine 
Now you cryin' in your jail cell, stressin' on the case 
And the 
D
.А. is at a nigga every single day 
I can see it in your face, in the middle of your soul 
You in question of your manhood homey - keep it cold

C#m
                   
E
 
I don't want to run no more, but I know that if I stop 
          
B
                        
A
 
I'll be another nigga headed to heaven, hangin with 'Pac 
C#m
                             
E
 
   These motherfuckers look at me like I'm a slinger 
         
B
                     
A
 
Makin threats to my family, dawg I'm in danger 
C#m
                            
E
 
   Who do you call when these agents want you dead 
          
B
                            
A
 
And they hit these penitentiaries and niggas make a pledge 
So I dip and duck the feds, all my homies duck out on indictments 
Caught up on the phone, talkin prices (hello) 
25-to-life's the mandatory minimal 
My whole community gets treated like they criminals 
Why are them bitches gettin' motherfuckers hung 
Got a 
C
.I. on the inside and everybody's sung 
Mothers and fathers separated from they sons 
Households are broken; you couldn't hold your tongue 
If it's yours, say it's yours, take the case, do your time 
When you was out here gettin' money from it everything was fine 
Now you cryin' in your jail cell, stressin' on the case 
And the 
D
.А. is at a nigga every single day 
I can see it in your face, in the middle of your soul 
You in question of your manhood homey - keep it cold