Tonalité : C major•
Verse 1
F
G
Love you nigga, free two pockets
F
all that's on this nigga line,
C
G
F
two pockets, free two pockets
G
F
all that's on a niggas mind,
G
F
G
niggas looking up at you,
C
you looking down on this nigga,
F
it's for you
G
Travel through my mind, am I blind?
F
It's a shame,
G
young niggas getting nervous,
straight took out the game
C
G
as I sit here puffing on a cigarette
F
Gotta be ready,
never know who's plottin' on a nigga's death
G
Cause these are the rough times
F
G
Best to hurry up and duck,
motherfucker,
before I bust mine
C
It's gettin' crazy,
F
C
and everybody's strapped
F
Surrounded by niggas,
but now I'm motherfuckin'
F#
down to watch my back
G
F
Bb
These are the bitch -made nig gas
F
G
You've been played, nigga,
while you're starving and broke
C
They pullin' six figures
G
Now what would you do
C
F
if you can't trust your crew?
Time to bust out the .22, oh yeah
G
I ran out of weed,
F
G
so now I'm sippin' on this Hennessy
Tell me, do you feel me?
F
C
Hey, I have no remorse,
G
F
as I take another sip from the milk
C
that has spilt my sick thoughts
G
F
Now tell me, do you see,
G
life's so hard on a nigga
C
when you're living like a G
Dm
C
F
Now tell me, do you see
C
G
Gm
G
Just to die over some stupid shit,
Gm
there's something I
G
C
can't get with
F
Somebody tell me why my
brother had to die
G
Life is too short anyway,
Gm
G
but did he have to
C
go that way?
Somebody tell me why,
F
when will we realize?
G
Fuckin' to the fullest, got my strap,
F
G
I'ma pull it on the first motherfucker
C
Who can outrun a bullet?
It's them dog pound niggas
and we don't like tricks
F
Got these punk wannabes
and they jockin' like bitches
G
Now my richness is gettin'
F
holes on its own
Fuck the mystery,
G
do you wanna get with me?
Then let's bone,
C
time to take it to my hideout
F
Cause I'm smokin' that spinach,
I'm stayin' strong to the finish
And then I ride,
G
I'll see you on the freeway
Sorry baby, but I gotta call the homie,
see what he say
C
G
I ain't got no time, I gotta get mine
F#
G
I keep my mind on my loot
F
and I'ma shoot every time
G
And ain't no way I'ma let a bitch
F
made nigga worry me
G
Catch me slippin',
C
empty the clip and bury me
Hell naw, nigga got to plug me twice
G
Ain't no slippin' when you
F
thug for life
C
G
Tupac, rest in peace
F
Now tell me, do you see
G
C
Life's so hard on a nigga
when he livin' like a G
F
G
C
G
Tell me do you see?
C
F
G
C
F
G
C
G
C
Somebody tell me where
F
my brother had to die
C
F
Some stupid shit,
G
that's something I can't
get through
C
Somebody tell me where my
F
brother had to die
G
F
Damn, some stupid shit,
G
that's something I can't
C
get through
Somebody tell me where my
F
brother had to die
C
G
Strove light flashing in a party
C
F
Or is it on top of an ambulance
That's rushing another brother
to the hospital
C
G
C
Because he just got shot in an argument
G
You know we ought to quit
Dm
C
killing up each other's brothers
F
So one day we'll see
Dm
when that blessed day comes
G
C
G
And we no longer suffer from all this misery
C
Dm
You know we've got to be strong
C
Through the blood,
the sweat and the tears of today
G
C
G
Brother, rest in peace, Tupac,
C
with love, all my love, from my heart,
G
C
I burn a candle for you everyday
G
C
I mourn you baby
F
We gotta quit that nonsense
G
Gm
G
C
F
though
G
Yeah, yeah,
Yeah -eah -eah -eah -eah
C
Please stay my brother
F
C
And I, you will live on
G
C
You will live on
F
G
On and on on and on and
G
and on and on
You
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