Gangsta's Paradise

	  		Intro:  G# Fm G Cm7 

(G#  Fm  G  Cm7) 
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death 
I take a look at my life and realize there's nothing left 
'Coz I've been blastin' and laughin' so long, that 
Even my mama thinks that my mind is gone 
But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it 
Me be treated like a punk you know that's unheard of 
You better watch how you're talkin', and where you're walkin' 
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk 
I really hate to trip but I gotta, loc 
As I grow I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool 
I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like 
On my knees in the night, sayin' prayers in the streetlight 


(G#  Fm  G  Cm7) 
Been spendin' most their lives, livin' in the gangsta's paradise (2X) 
Been spendin' most their lives, livin' in the gangsta's paradise (2x) 


(G#  Fm  G  Cm7) 
They got the situation, they got me facin' 
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the stripes 
So I gotta be down with the hood team 
Too much television watchin' got me chasin' dreams 
I'm an educated fool with money on my mind 
Got my 10 in my hand and a gleam in my eye 
I'm a loc'd out gangsta set trippin' banger 
And my homies is down so don't arouse my anger, fool 
Death ain't nothin' but a heartbeat away 
I'm livin' life, do or die, what can I say? 
I'm twenty-three, will I live to ever see twenty-four 
The way things are going I don't know 




(G#  Fm  G  Cm7) 
Tell me why are we, so blind to see 
That the one's we hurt, are you and me 



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(G#  Fm  G  Cm7) 
Power and the money, money and the power 
Minute after minute, hour after hour 
Everybody's runnin', but half of them ain't lookin' 
What's going on in the kitchen, but I don't know what's cookin' 
They say I gotta learn, but nobody's here to teach me 
If they can't understand it, how can they reach me 
I guess they can't, I guess they won't 
I guess they front, that's why I know my life is out of luck, fool 


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