Stick Up Kid Chords by Lyfe Jennings

[A#m] Yo, [G#] _ _ [F#] y'all ain't gonna like [C#] what I'm about to tell y'all.
[D#m] Y'all gave [G#] the wrong dude a deal this time, [Fm] but yeah, [D#m] I'm gonna take y'all [C#] back to how
it [Fm] used to be back [F#] in the 90s.
[C#] Oh yeah, yeah.
[D#m] _ _ [G#] Yo, [Fm] you pictured everything else, now picture this.
[C#]
Rollin' in my Puro [G#] Monte Carlo, [F#] lookin' for somebody I [D#m] can [C#] borrow.
[D#m] Five or ten dollars till [G#] tomorrow, I'm doin' [Fm] bad job.
_ [F#]
[A#] And I smoked my [G#] last pack of cigarettes today, you [F#] ever seen a nigga diggin' in [C#] the ashtray?
[D#m] It's a crumblin' and [G#] humblin' sad to see, I'm [Fm] doin' bad job.
[C#] And they teasin' me with [Fm] these twenty pringies and [F#] these daily things and they're [C#] right.
Then they [D#m] pass me by, [G#] and [Fm] have the nerve to wonder why.
[C#] I be robbin' [G#] these niggas.
I'm a stick-up kid, [F#] that's how I live.
I admit [C#] it, and I [D#m] be robbin' these niggas.
[G#] I'm a stick-up kid, and [Fm] if you do me too much I'm comin' to get it.
[F#] I be [C#] robbin' [G#] these niggas.
I'm a stick-up kid, [F#] that's how I live.
I admit it, [C#] and I [D#m] be robbin' these niggas.
[G#] I'm a stick of kid, [Fm] and if you do it twice, I'm coming to get [F#] it
[A#] See lately I've been thinking [Fm] about saving my soul
[F#] And do prayers make it to heaven [C#] from the ghetto?
[D#m] I asked all my friends but they all [G#] say they don't know
It's [Fm] all bad job
[C#] And I preach the talking about some [Fm] stuff you don't know
[F#] When church done became a fucking fashion show
[D#m] And they won't let a nigga in with [G#] these jambos
It's [Fm] all bad job
[F#] And [C#] they teasing [G#] me with these twenty things
And [F#] these TV things and their [C#] rhymes
And [D#m] they pass me by, by, [G#] by, by, by
And [Fm] have the nerve to wonder why
[F#]
[C#] I'll be robbed [G#] with these niggas
I'm a stick of kid, [F#] it's how I live
I admit [C#] it, I'll [D#m] be robbing these niggas
[G#] I'm a stick of kid, [Fm] and if you do it too much
I'm coming to get [C#] it
I'll be [G#] robbing these niggas
I'm a stick of kid, [F#] that's how I live
I admit it, [C#] _
[D#m] I'll be
[G#] I'm a stick of kid, [Fm] and if you do it too much
I'm coming to get [C#] it
Nobody knows [Fm] the trouble I see
[F#] Nobody knows but me.
[C#] _
[D#m] Nobody [G#] knows the trouble I see.
[Fm] Nobody knows but me.
[C#]
Oh, nobody [Fm] knows the trouble I see.
[F#] Nobody knows but [C#] me.
[D#m] _ _ [G#] Yeah, [Fm] yeah.
_ _ [F#]
[C#] Yeah.
_ [Fm] _ [F#] What?
Yeah.
_ [C#]
[D#m] Huh?
[G#] Are you mad?
[Fm] Mad at who?
[C#] Yeah.
Yeah, and that only lasted briefly.
You know, and then here come the police.
Handcuffing the brother off, taking me with him, throwing me in the cage with the rest of them.
You know, I guess it was true what mama always said.
The same