Straight Gangstaism Chords by Geto Boys

[Intro]
F G Ab Bb
■ ■ ■  ■ 
F                          G Ab
Yeah I take y'all way back ■ ■ 


[Verse]
Bb             F                    G                       
■  Seven years old I'm lookin up to the gangstas in the hood
         Ab        Fm           Eb               F   
Cause to me and my cousins yeah they represented good
             Fm                                  
Even when we played cops and robbers on the block
              Eb                    
Nobody wanted to play the cop dig it
Cm        F         G7            
Cause the cop was a pussyass bitch
Fm                        Eb                   F     
And if you played the cop nigga you got yo ass kicked
                G    
I was a curious child
          Ab                           Eb                F    
I used to hang out by the ballroom and study the gangsta style
                                        Ab       F  
The way they talk the way they walk the way they act
        Eb                     F  
The way they wore that gangsta hat
G                       
Tilted rim laid flat out
Fm                              Eb           
Now that's the type of shit I'm talkin' about
F                                            
Yeah cigarette in one hand drink in the other
Ab                               F           
Leanin to one side cooler than a motherfucker
     F                        
With them gangstaass nicknames
Ab                                      Bb  
Gillie Boy Pokey Big Joe Goldie and Lil Lane
F7                             
True motherfuckin' mack daddies
Fm           Ab            Eb                 
Bitch on his side drivin a 'seventythree Caddy
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With a chromeplated zero point three five seven
                                              C7    
Ready to send a motherfucker on a stairway to heaven
F               
I was fascinated
       Ab                   Bb                 F 
Yeah I let 'em influence me and my momma hated it
        F                 
But she still gave me love
         Ab                                 Bb   
Cause my momma understood that it was in my blood
F7                
See it was a cycle
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And in a few mo' years she wouldn't have to worry about her Michael
Cm                                   
Cause I'll be makin' my own decisions
Fm                          Eb                      
Yeah comin up fast clockin' cash straight gangstaism


[Chorus]
        F   Fm                      F 
Yeah On and ■  on and on and on and on
G7   Fm              
Yeah ■  Break it down
    F G      Ab  
Huh ■ ■ Like that
Bb       
Like that
F G Ab Bb
■ ■ ■  ■ 
              F           
Yeah Now it's 'ninetythree


[Verse]
      G                
I got a name for myself
Fm                              Eb               
Made a little wealth played the cards I was dealt
F                            G
Didn't go for self now I'm a G
    F                           Eb     
Huh and every motherfuckin body know me
              F            G   
Niggas in the hood all got love
                  Ab              Eb                 
Cause they saw me raise up from a motherfuckin' scrub
    F               
And hoes that I know
     G7            
From way back befo'
Fm               Ab
They used to say no
Ab          
All wanna go
       Cm   
To the hotel
                           Fm        
Cause they claim that they interested
              Eb                              Bb        F7 
And everybody talkin about the shit that they wish they did
      C7                
But I surpassed all that
     Fm                                                  F       
They used to wanna know if I was down now they don't ask all that
           F                         
Cause they believin' what they seein'
  Ab                                       F
A young nigga comin' up fast yeah straight G


[Chorus]
        
Huh Yeah
       G7 Ab F        
On and ■  ■  on and on
G7 Fm F G7 Fm Eb
■  ■  ■ ■  ■  ■ 
Eb      
Yeah Huh


[Verse]
     Eb  
Like that
F                
Took 'em way back
F                                               
Sittin' back as a youngster peepin' out my folks
Fm7                                              Fm  
Some were straight G's and some went out smokin' dope
                      G7                      
I had to cope with it be a man and stay strong
Fm                            Eb                  F   
Even though some folks didn't think that I'd live long
                  G                            
I watched grandpa shoot dice at the liquo' sto'
Ab      Fm                 Eb                   
Hittin' licks in the dough on Ju Man and Big Joe
F                          G             
Walkin' out the do' with a gallon of Jack
Ab                    Fm                                        
Sellin' straight sens buds cause back then there wasn't no crack
    Cm7                    
And matter fact to this day
                    Fm               Eb 
I'm doin' shit like grandpa in every way
         Cm                            
I got my hustle on loc I ain't frontin'
             Fm                                       
Just a young nigga in this world tryina have somethin'
F                                 
Yeah that's the environment I know
                 Ab                           
That's how I was raised and that's how Imma go
        F   
I don't know
       F                  
Will I ever be a cell mate
      Ab                              
But I do know I'm never goin' straight
F               G          
Ganstarism Yeah really tho'
Fm                    Fm7           Eb         
Threeminus two in the motherfuckin' house still
              F7              
Down with the motherfuckin' GP
G7                                   Fm              
And y'all gon' hear the original Big Baby really tho'
        Eb                        F         
And the motherfuckin' nine to the trey deuce
                               Fm  
I know you heard that big baby yeah
       Eb                              F                     
We got Seag in the motherfuckin' house tho' from Oakland yeah
                Fm   
We got Big Mike yeeah
Eb                 
Fattey Hattey yeeah
F                          Ab         
We got Big Chief and LeJay really tho'
        Bb               
Say big baby look at my d
F   Fm      Ab   
You fuckin' bitch
       Ab  
Really tho'
            Cm           F         
Bido in the muthafuckin' house yeah
Cm         Fm              
Nigga face evil really tho'
           Bb                      
They can't fade this soft shit tho'
                          Fm  
Uh the they can't fade it tho'
F7             C7      
I'm outta this beeyatch