Nas ft. Ron Isley - Project Windows Chords
Tempo:
83 bpm
Chords used:
Ebm
Abm
Gb
Bbm
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Cm] [Gb] [Abm] Black hoods, cops and [Bb] projects, sewers flooded with [Ab] foul blockage.
[Ebm] The gutters wild and every [Abm] child watches.
[Bbm] Chains [Ebm] atop locks get [Bb] ripped off hinges.
Door kicked off, [Abm] drunk stag off, smearing [Eb] off, wipe your [Ab] beard off.
[Eb] Crippled dope [Ebm] needs a wheelchair [Abm] stair.
Vis and blurry, [B] cause buried deep in they minds I hear the [Ebm] stories.
[Bbm] Betty's a mirror image of that 70's era.
He's finished for the rest of [Db] his life, till he fades out.
[Abm] The liquor [Ebm] store workers miss him, but then [Abm] it plays out.
So many ways out the hood, but no signs say out.
[Bbm] Mental slave house, where gaff go off.
I show off, niggas [Gb] up north.
Prisonology [Ebm] talk, till they time cut off.
You should [Bb] chill if you short, for parent's [Abm] thought.
To hit the street again, get it on, get this [Bbm] paper and breathe again.
Planting leaves up behind, [Ebm] so your [Bb] name will live on, [Gb] no matter what [G] the game [Abm] looks on.
[Eb] [Ebm]
Looking out [Abm] of my Friday [Gb] window, [Bbm] looking out, [Ebm] hope it don't expire.
[Ab] [Eb] Looking out, [Ebm]
looking out [Abm] of my Friday [Ebm] window, [Bbm] I'm looking [F] out, and it makes [Eb] me feel [Bbm] so [Ebm] tired.
If it's [Abm] pianos, the cake, then my words are the candies.
Light it up, make a wish, and them angels will grant you.
[Bbm] If patience runs dry, putting those angels in bamboo.
[Gb] They lit it up, hit it up, [Ebm] now they [Abm] dismantle.
Think the whole world is crazy, got an eye, watch where you walk.
Two dollar fines, sign of the times, [Gb] here in New York, high [Bbm] Satan.
United Nations, quietly taking [F] toll on your soul.
Take it or [Db] leave it, just my [Abm] evaluation.
Stack [Eb] looting guns, [Ebm] teach the girls [Abm] karate.
Screw your sons, not to hate, but to stay awake.
Cause the scars a [Bbm] razor make is [Fm] nothing in comparison [Bbm] to the gas left on this whole mass.
If we don't get in [Gbm] control fast, [Abm] might as [Ebm] well be laughing with Malcolm X's [Abm] assassin
as we die slow, perish in brain death from an [Bbm] Erickson.
Words are the medicine, two teaspoons [Ebm] for goons, a [F] cup of it for [Gb] those thuggin' it.
[Ab] Y'all sing the tune, uh.
[Eb] [Ebm]
Looking out [Abm] of my Friday [Gb] window, [Bbm] looking up, [Ebm] feeling [Abm] uninspired.
Looking out, [Ebm]
looking out of my [Abm] Friday [Gb] window, [Bbm] I'm looking [F] up, and it makes [Ebm] me feel [Gb] so [Db] tired.
[Ab] Another day, another [Bb] dollar, my mother [Ebm] would holler.
[Abm] She said, go and see the world for myself, [Gb] and my brother, Shefala.
[Bb] Pops was [F] smooth from his top to his shoe.
Sing the blues, [Gb] guitar strings he played, [B] smoking his cool, [Cm] Duke Ellicott hat.
[Bb] Picture this, yo, [Ab] 70s cat.
He [Dbm] wrote his music in the back of the crib.
I did [Eb] my homework, at night the [F] windows and speakers, pumping [Eb] light bulbs.
I [Db] fight people screaming cause [G] somebody pulled the [Ab] night valve.
So I look at this room, I'm hooked to this tune.
[Abm] Every night the same melody, hell [Ab] sounded so [Bbm] heavily.
But [Fm] jail was ahead of me, but speeding like [Gb] amphetamine.
Reading's what I [Db] should've done, cause [Abm] my imagination would run.
[Eb] I wasn't [Ebm] patient to get [F] out and become [B] part of the noise out [Abm] there.
I used to stare, [Db] five [Ebm] stories down, basketball courts, [Abm] shot up [Bb] playgrounds.
And I witnessed the murders and police [Eb] [Ab] shakedowns.
Yo, the hustlers and [Bb] hoes, drugs and faux [Ab]-fauxs.
This was the life for every kid [Bb] looking out project windows.
[F] Oh, [Gb] [Ebm] [Gb] [Ebm]
looking out of my project [Db] window, [Bbm] yeah, I'm [F] [Abm] so inspired.
[Eb] Looking out, yeah, looking out [Abm] of my [Bb] project [Gb] window, [Bbm] yeah, I'm so [Ebm] inspired. [Gb] So [Ebm] inspired.
Looking out of my project [Ab] [Gb] window, [Bbm] yeah, I'm so [Ebm] [Abm] inspired.
[Gb] [Ebm]
Looking out of my project window, [Bb] yeah, I'm [Eb] so [Bbm] [Ab] inspired.
[Bb]
Staring out of [Ebm] my window, [Bb] [F] oh, I [Eb] feel so [Eb] tired.
[Ab] [Eb] [Ebm]
[Bb] [Ebm] Oh, yeah, [Ab] out [Bbm] of my window.
[F]
[Ebm] Oh, [Gb] looking out, [Abm] looking out of [Ebm] my window, [Abm] oh, yeah,
[Ebm] makes [F] me feel [Abm] so [Eb] tired.
Oh, looking out [Abm] of my [Db] [Abm] window, [Db] [Fm] makes [Ebm] me feel so tired.
[Abm] [Ebm]
[Ebm] The gutters wild and every [Abm] child watches.
[Bbm] Chains [Ebm] atop locks get [Bb] ripped off hinges.
Door kicked off, [Abm] drunk stag off, smearing [Eb] off, wipe your [Ab] beard off.
[Eb] Crippled dope [Ebm] needs a wheelchair [Abm] stair.
Vis and blurry, [B] cause buried deep in they minds I hear the [Ebm] stories.
[Bbm] Betty's a mirror image of that 70's era.
He's finished for the rest of [Db] his life, till he fades out.
[Abm] The liquor [Ebm] store workers miss him, but then [Abm] it plays out.
So many ways out the hood, but no signs say out.
[Bbm] Mental slave house, where gaff go off.
I show off, niggas [Gb] up north.
Prisonology [Ebm] talk, till they time cut off.
You should [Bb] chill if you short, for parent's [Abm] thought.
To hit the street again, get it on, get this [Bbm] paper and breathe again.
Planting leaves up behind, [Ebm] so your [Bb] name will live on, [Gb] no matter what [G] the game [Abm] looks on.
[Eb] [Ebm]
Looking out [Abm] of my Friday [Gb] window, [Bbm] looking out, [Ebm] hope it don't expire.
[Ab] [Eb] Looking out, [Ebm]
looking out [Abm] of my Friday [Ebm] window, [Bbm] I'm looking [F] out, and it makes [Eb] me feel [Bbm] so [Ebm] tired.
If it's [Abm] pianos, the cake, then my words are the candies.
Light it up, make a wish, and them angels will grant you.
[Bbm] If patience runs dry, putting those angels in bamboo.
[Gb] They lit it up, hit it up, [Ebm] now they [Abm] dismantle.
Think the whole world is crazy, got an eye, watch where you walk.
Two dollar fines, sign of the times, [Gb] here in New York, high [Bbm] Satan.
United Nations, quietly taking [F] toll on your soul.
Take it or [Db] leave it, just my [Abm] evaluation.
Stack [Eb] looting guns, [Ebm] teach the girls [Abm] karate.
Screw your sons, not to hate, but to stay awake.
Cause the scars a [Bbm] razor make is [Fm] nothing in comparison [Bbm] to the gas left on this whole mass.
If we don't get in [Gbm] control fast, [Abm] might as [Ebm] well be laughing with Malcolm X's [Abm] assassin
as we die slow, perish in brain death from an [Bbm] Erickson.
Words are the medicine, two teaspoons [Ebm] for goons, a [F] cup of it for [Gb] those thuggin' it.
[Ab] Y'all sing the tune, uh.
[Eb] [Ebm]
Looking out [Abm] of my Friday [Gb] window, [Bbm] looking up, [Ebm] feeling [Abm] uninspired.
Looking out, [Ebm]
looking out of my [Abm] Friday [Gb] window, [Bbm] I'm looking [F] up, and it makes [Ebm] me feel [Gb] so [Db] tired.
[Ab] Another day, another [Bb] dollar, my mother [Ebm] would holler.
[Abm] She said, go and see the world for myself, [Gb] and my brother, Shefala.
[Bb] Pops was [F] smooth from his top to his shoe.
Sing the blues, [Gb] guitar strings he played, [B] smoking his cool, [Cm] Duke Ellicott hat.
[Bb] Picture this, yo, [Ab] 70s cat.
He [Dbm] wrote his music in the back of the crib.
I did [Eb] my homework, at night the [F] windows and speakers, pumping [Eb] light bulbs.
I [Db] fight people screaming cause [G] somebody pulled the [Ab] night valve.
So I look at this room, I'm hooked to this tune.
[Abm] Every night the same melody, hell [Ab] sounded so [Bbm] heavily.
But [Fm] jail was ahead of me, but speeding like [Gb] amphetamine.
Reading's what I [Db] should've done, cause [Abm] my imagination would run.
[Eb] I wasn't [Ebm] patient to get [F] out and become [B] part of the noise out [Abm] there.
I used to stare, [Db] five [Ebm] stories down, basketball courts, [Abm] shot up [Bb] playgrounds.
And I witnessed the murders and police [Eb] [Ab] shakedowns.
Yo, the hustlers and [Bb] hoes, drugs and faux [Ab]-fauxs.
This was the life for every kid [Bb] looking out project windows.
[F] Oh, [Gb] [Ebm] [Gb] [Ebm]
looking out of my project [Db] window, [Bbm] yeah, I'm [F] [Abm] so inspired.
[Eb] Looking out, yeah, looking out [Abm] of my [Bb] project [Gb] window, [Bbm] yeah, I'm so [Ebm] inspired. [Gb] So [Ebm] inspired.
Looking out of my project [Ab] [Gb] window, [Bbm] yeah, I'm so [Ebm] [Abm] inspired.
[Gb] [Ebm]
Looking out of my project window, [Bb] yeah, I'm [Eb] so [Bbm] [Ab] inspired.
[Bb]
Staring out of [Ebm] my window, [Bb] [F] oh, I [Eb] feel so [Eb] tired.
[Ab] [Eb] [Ebm]
[Bb] [Ebm] Oh, yeah, [Ab] out [Bbm] of my window.
[F]
[Ebm] Oh, [Gb] looking out, [Abm] looking out of [Ebm] my window, [Abm] oh, yeah,
[Ebm] makes [F] me feel [Abm] so [Eb] tired.
Oh, looking out [Abm] of my [Db] [Abm] window, [Db] [Fm] makes [Ebm] me feel so tired.
[Abm] [Ebm]
Key:
Ebm
Abm
Gb
Bbm
Eb
Ebm
Abm
Gb
[Cm] _ [Gb] _ _ _ [Abm] Black hoods, cops and [Bb] projects, sewers flooded with [Ab] foul blockage.
[Ebm] The gutters wild and every [Abm] child watches.
[Bbm] Chains [Ebm] atop locks get [Bb] ripped off hinges.
Door kicked off, [Abm] drunk stag off, smearing [Eb] off, wipe your [Ab] beard off.
[Eb] Crippled dope [Ebm] needs a wheelchair [Abm] stair.
Vis and blurry, [B] cause buried deep in they minds I hear the [Ebm] stories.
[Bbm] Betty's a mirror image of that 70's era.
He's finished for the rest of [Db] his life, till he fades out.
[Abm] The liquor [Ebm] store workers miss him, but then [Abm] it plays out.
So many ways out the hood, but no signs say out.
[Bbm] Mental slave house, where gaff go off.
I show off, niggas [Gb] up north.
Prisonology [Ebm] talk, till they time cut off.
You should [Bb] chill if you short, for parent's [Abm] thought.
To hit the street again, get it on, get this [Bbm] paper and breathe again.
Planting leaves up behind, [Ebm] so your [Bb] name will live on, [Gb] no matter what [G] the game [Abm] looks on.
[Eb] _ [Ebm]
Looking out [Abm] of my Friday [Gb] window, [Bbm] looking out, [Ebm] hope it don't expire.
[Ab] _ [Eb] Looking out, [Ebm]
looking out [Abm] of my Friday [Ebm] window, [Bbm] I'm looking [F] out, and it makes [Eb] me feel [Bbm] so [Ebm] tired.
If it's [Abm] pianos, the cake, then my words are the candies.
Light it up, make a wish, and them angels will grant you.
[Bbm] If patience runs dry, putting those angels in bamboo.
[Gb] They lit it up, hit it up, [Ebm] now they [Abm] dismantle.
Think the whole world is crazy, got an eye, watch where you walk.
Two dollar fines, sign of the times, [Gb] here in New York, high [Bbm] Satan.
United Nations, quietly taking [F] toll on your soul.
Take it or [Db] leave it, just my [Abm] evaluation.
Stack [Eb] looting guns, [Ebm] teach the girls [Abm] karate.
Screw your sons, not to hate, but to stay awake.
Cause the scars a [Bbm] razor make is [Fm] nothing in comparison [Bbm] to the gas left on this whole mass.
If we don't get in [Gbm] control fast, [Abm] might as [Ebm] well be laughing with Malcolm X's [Abm] assassin
as we die slow, perish in brain death from an [Bbm] Erickson.
Words are the medicine, two teaspoons [Ebm] for goons, a [F] cup of it for [Gb] those thuggin' it.
[Ab] Y'all sing the tune, uh.
[Eb] _ [Ebm]
Looking out [Abm] of my Friday [Gb] window, [Bbm] looking up, [Ebm] feeling _ [Abm] uninspired.
Looking out, [Ebm]
looking out of my [Abm] Friday [Gb] window, [Bbm] I'm looking [F] up, and it makes [Ebm] me feel [Gb] so [Db] tired.
[Ab] Another day, another [Bb] dollar, my mother [Ebm] would holler.
[Abm] She said, go and see the world for myself, [Gb] and my brother, Shefala.
[Bb] Pops was [F] smooth from his top to his shoe.
Sing the blues, [Gb] guitar strings he played, [B] smoking his cool, [Cm] Duke Ellicott hat.
[Bb] Picture this, yo, [Ab] 70s cat.
He [Dbm] wrote his music in the back of the crib.
I did [Eb] my homework, at night the [F] windows and speakers, pumping [Eb] light bulbs.
I [Db] fight people screaming cause [G] somebody pulled the [Ab] night valve.
So I look at this room, I'm hooked to this tune.
[Abm] Every night the same melody, hell [Ab] sounded so [Bbm] heavily.
But [Fm] jail was ahead of me, but speeding like [Gb] amphetamine.
Reading's what I [Db] should've done, cause [Abm] my imagination would run.
[Eb] I wasn't [Ebm] patient to get [F] out and become [B] part of the noise out [Abm] there.
I used to stare, [Db] five [Ebm] stories down, basketball courts, [Abm] shot up [Bb] playgrounds.
And I witnessed the murders and police [Eb] [Ab] shakedowns.
Yo, the hustlers and [Bb] hoes, drugs and faux [Ab]-fauxs.
This was the life for every kid [Bb] looking out project windows.
[F] Oh, [Gb] _ [Ebm] _ _ [Gb] _ [Ebm] _ _ _
looking out of my project [Db] window, [Bbm] yeah, I'm [F] [Abm] so inspired.
_ [Eb] Looking out, yeah, looking out [Abm] of my [Bb] project [Gb] window, [Bbm] yeah, I'm so [Ebm] inspired. [Gb] So [Ebm] inspired. _ _
Looking out of my project [Ab] [Gb] window, [Bbm] yeah, I'm so [Ebm] _ [Abm] inspired.
[Gb] _ _ _ [Ebm]
Looking out of my project window, [Bb] yeah, I'm [Eb] so [Bbm] _ [Ab] inspired.
[Bb] _ _
Staring out of _ [Ebm] my window, [Bb] _ [F] oh, I [Eb] feel so [Eb] tired.
[Ab] _ [Eb] _ [Ebm] _
[Bb] [Ebm] Oh, yeah, [Ab] out [Bbm] of my window.
[F] _
[Ebm] Oh, _ [Gb] looking out, [Abm] looking out of [Ebm] my window, [Abm] oh, yeah,
_ [Ebm] makes [F] me feel [Abm] so [Eb] tired.
_ Oh, looking out [Abm] of my [Db] [Abm] window, _ [Db] [Fm] makes _ [Ebm] me feel so tired.
[Abm] _ [Ebm] _ _ _
[Ebm] The gutters wild and every [Abm] child watches.
[Bbm] Chains [Ebm] atop locks get [Bb] ripped off hinges.
Door kicked off, [Abm] drunk stag off, smearing [Eb] off, wipe your [Ab] beard off.
[Eb] Crippled dope [Ebm] needs a wheelchair [Abm] stair.
Vis and blurry, [B] cause buried deep in they minds I hear the [Ebm] stories.
[Bbm] Betty's a mirror image of that 70's era.
He's finished for the rest of [Db] his life, till he fades out.
[Abm] The liquor [Ebm] store workers miss him, but then [Abm] it plays out.
So many ways out the hood, but no signs say out.
[Bbm] Mental slave house, where gaff go off.
I show off, niggas [Gb] up north.
Prisonology [Ebm] talk, till they time cut off.
You should [Bb] chill if you short, for parent's [Abm] thought.
To hit the street again, get it on, get this [Bbm] paper and breathe again.
Planting leaves up behind, [Ebm] so your [Bb] name will live on, [Gb] no matter what [G] the game [Abm] looks on.
[Eb] _ [Ebm]
Looking out [Abm] of my Friday [Gb] window, [Bbm] looking out, [Ebm] hope it don't expire.
[Ab] _ [Eb] Looking out, [Ebm]
looking out [Abm] of my Friday [Ebm] window, [Bbm] I'm looking [F] out, and it makes [Eb] me feel [Bbm] so [Ebm] tired.
If it's [Abm] pianos, the cake, then my words are the candies.
Light it up, make a wish, and them angels will grant you.
[Bbm] If patience runs dry, putting those angels in bamboo.
[Gb] They lit it up, hit it up, [Ebm] now they [Abm] dismantle.
Think the whole world is crazy, got an eye, watch where you walk.
Two dollar fines, sign of the times, [Gb] here in New York, high [Bbm] Satan.
United Nations, quietly taking [F] toll on your soul.
Take it or [Db] leave it, just my [Abm] evaluation.
Stack [Eb] looting guns, [Ebm] teach the girls [Abm] karate.
Screw your sons, not to hate, but to stay awake.
Cause the scars a [Bbm] razor make is [Fm] nothing in comparison [Bbm] to the gas left on this whole mass.
If we don't get in [Gbm] control fast, [Abm] might as [Ebm] well be laughing with Malcolm X's [Abm] assassin
as we die slow, perish in brain death from an [Bbm] Erickson.
Words are the medicine, two teaspoons [Ebm] for goons, a [F] cup of it for [Gb] those thuggin' it.
[Ab] Y'all sing the tune, uh.
[Eb] _ [Ebm]
Looking out [Abm] of my Friday [Gb] window, [Bbm] looking up, [Ebm] feeling _ [Abm] uninspired.
Looking out, [Ebm]
looking out of my [Abm] Friday [Gb] window, [Bbm] I'm looking [F] up, and it makes [Ebm] me feel [Gb] so [Db] tired.
[Ab] Another day, another [Bb] dollar, my mother [Ebm] would holler.
[Abm] She said, go and see the world for myself, [Gb] and my brother, Shefala.
[Bb] Pops was [F] smooth from his top to his shoe.
Sing the blues, [Gb] guitar strings he played, [B] smoking his cool, [Cm] Duke Ellicott hat.
[Bb] Picture this, yo, [Ab] 70s cat.
He [Dbm] wrote his music in the back of the crib.
I did [Eb] my homework, at night the [F] windows and speakers, pumping [Eb] light bulbs.
I [Db] fight people screaming cause [G] somebody pulled the [Ab] night valve.
So I look at this room, I'm hooked to this tune.
[Abm] Every night the same melody, hell [Ab] sounded so [Bbm] heavily.
But [Fm] jail was ahead of me, but speeding like [Gb] amphetamine.
Reading's what I [Db] should've done, cause [Abm] my imagination would run.
[Eb] I wasn't [Ebm] patient to get [F] out and become [B] part of the noise out [Abm] there.
I used to stare, [Db] five [Ebm] stories down, basketball courts, [Abm] shot up [Bb] playgrounds.
And I witnessed the murders and police [Eb] [Ab] shakedowns.
Yo, the hustlers and [Bb] hoes, drugs and faux [Ab]-fauxs.
This was the life for every kid [Bb] looking out project windows.
[F] Oh, [Gb] _ [Ebm] _ _ [Gb] _ [Ebm] _ _ _
looking out of my project [Db] window, [Bbm] yeah, I'm [F] [Abm] so inspired.
_ [Eb] Looking out, yeah, looking out [Abm] of my [Bb] project [Gb] window, [Bbm] yeah, I'm so [Ebm] inspired. [Gb] So [Ebm] inspired. _ _
Looking out of my project [Ab] [Gb] window, [Bbm] yeah, I'm so [Ebm] _ [Abm] inspired.
[Gb] _ _ _ [Ebm]
Looking out of my project window, [Bb] yeah, I'm [Eb] so [Bbm] _ [Ab] inspired.
[Bb] _ _
Staring out of _ [Ebm] my window, [Bb] _ [F] oh, I [Eb] feel so [Eb] tired.
[Ab] _ [Eb] _ [Ebm] _
[Bb] [Ebm] Oh, yeah, [Ab] out [Bbm] of my window.
[F] _
[Ebm] Oh, _ [Gb] looking out, [Abm] looking out of [Ebm] my window, [Abm] oh, yeah,
_ [Ebm] makes [F] me feel [Abm] so [Eb] tired.
_ Oh, looking out [Abm] of my [Db] [Abm] window, _ [Db] [Fm] makes _ [Ebm] me feel so tired.
[Abm] _ [Ebm] _ _ _