Chords for Nas - Memory Lane (Sittin' in da Park) (Official Audio)

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[C] I'ma do a little [Dm] something like this, you know what I'm saying?
[Eb] _ [F] Keep it on and on and [Bb] on and on and, you know [E] what I'm saying?
Big Nas, [G] Grand Wizard, what is it?
[Bb] You know [E] what I'm saying?
_ [G] Yo, man.
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[Bb] I rap for listeners, [E] blunt heads, fly ladies and [Gm] prisoners, Hennessy holders [Dm] and old school niggas, then I [Bb] be dissing them, unofficials [E] that go hoolie top.
I dropped out [G] of Cooley High, gas, [Gb] tobacco, cat, [Bb] cupid, jungle [Dm] survival, fuck [Gm] who's the lava?
My man put the battery in [F] my back, a difference for [Bb] manitizer, sentence begins [E] a dented.
With formality, [G] my duration's infinite, money, wiser [Bb] physiology, poetry, [Dm] that's a part of me.
[G] Retardedly, Bob, I dropped the ancient [A] man a flip to dip up, straight [Bb] off the block, I reminisce, a ball chance, my man was shot for [Eb] a shoot call.
Choco, [F] bless the big, we see him drop in my [Bb] weed smoke.
It's real, who [E] I'm for twice life, times a white line for [G] high fives, [F] murderous night times and night fights [Bb] and bright crimes.
Chill [E] on the block with carniac, old strap, with [G] my pimp that's [Bm] in the dark, money market [Bb] interact.
No sign of [E] the beats in the blue Chrysler, I guess that [D] means peace for niggas who shite, [G] device, [Bb] we'll just snipe ya.
Start [Dm] off the dice roll and match from [E] trap to [G] C-Low, what's [F] our bets?
So roll a deuce, [Bb] cuff the D-Low.
Peace, [F] peace, Lord, now this shit is [Em] explained, I'm [G] taking niggas [F] on a trip straight through memory [Bb] lane.
It's [F] like that, y'all.
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[G] _ [Bb] _ [C] for the money, two for the pussy and foreign [D] calls, three for Alice, eight [Bb] niggas deceased in my high bar.
I rap the [F] vanguard, check that prognosis, [G] it's the realest showbiz.
More [F] with no faces, shoot out from overdoses, [C] live amongst the [E] roses, only the drama.
For real, a nickel plate is [Bm] my fate, my medicine [Bb] is the ganja, here's my basis.
[F] My razor embraces [G] many faces, your telephone pole, black stitches, [Bb] infatuation.
He moves a [C] petrol, dramatic, automatic, po-po, [G] I let blow and back [F] down, po-po, when I'm back, so.
[C] My pen [E] taps the paper, then my brains blink.
[G] I see dark [F] streets, hustling brothers who [Bb] keep the same rank, pummel for [E] something.
Some are prospects of fail, [G] judges hanging [D] niggas, uncorrect bails.
[Gm] For direct sales, my intellect prevails, throw my hanging cross, hoop nails, I [F] reinforce.
For real, the lyrics [Bb] that's real, word to Christ, [C] a disciple [G] of streets, trifle on beats.
I decipher [F] prophecies [Gm] through a mic that's AP.
I hung around the older booze [C] while they sling smack, dang, bass, they flip a [F] fact.
That nigga's name ain't [Bb] Bell Riggs, blacks in vain [Dm] scream, while [C] Supreme shame a Jamaica Green's thing.
[F] Uptown was Alpo's son, heard he was King [C] Pino, fuck rap is real, watch the herbs stand still.
[G] Never talking to snakes, cause the words of [Bb] man kill.
True in the [E] game, as long as blood is blue on my vein.
I [G] pull a Heineken rope, till my deceased crew on memory [C] lane.
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[Bb] The most [G] dangerous of theories. _ _ _
[Bb] But _ [C] _ _ [G] number one, and you [Bb] know where that rhyme went.
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