Chords for 2Pac - American Gangster (HD) 2019
Tempo:
90.25 bpm
Chords used:
Dm
Gm
D
G
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Oh
Fuck you [G] gonna do
[Dm]
You gonna shoot [D] me one everybody
[Dm]
[Gm] [Dm]
[Gm] Nick I'm gonna fuck your bitch in the click you claim
Westside when we ride, come here quick we gang
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on bad boys niggas fuck for life
Plus Puffy tryna see me reap [Gm] hearts I rip
Peace, Marga, Junior Mafia, some [D] more gas bitch
We [Dm] keep on coming while we running for your jewels
Steady [Gm] gunning, keep on busting at the [Dm] booths
You know the rules, Lil' Ceaser go ask your [D] homie how I leave you
Cut the young ass up, leave you in peace
Now be the C, [Dm] Lil' Ken don't fuck around with real G
Quick to snatch [Gm] your ugly ass off the [Dm] streets
So fuck peace, I let them [Gm] niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride tonight [Dm] Haha
Sad boy murdered on wax and kill
Fuck with me [Gm] and get your cash, Lil'
[Dm] You know, see
Grab your box when you see Tupac
Call the cops when you see Tupac
You shot me but your [Gm] pump's didn't finish
Now you're about to feel a [Dm] wrath of a menace
Nigga I hit him up
Grab your box when you see Tupac
Call the cops when you see Tupac
You shot me but your [D] pump's didn't finish
Now you're about to feel a wrath of a menace
Nigga I hit him [Dm] up
We do it, keep it [D] real, it's been a century
See, this ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggas getting [Dm] killed with your mouths open
Trying to come up off of [Gm] me, you in the clouds, so
[Dm] Smoking dope, it's like the Sherm on niggas
Think they [Gm] learn to fly, but they learn
Motherfucker, you [D] deserve to die
Talking [Dm] about you getting money, but it's funny to me
All you [Gm] niggas living bummy, why you [Dm] fucking with me?
I'm a self-made millionaire
[Gm] Thug living out of prison, pistols in the air
[D]
Biggie remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
And beg a [Gm] bitch to let you sleep in the house
[Dm]
Now it's all about Versace, you [Gm] copy my style
Five shots couldn't drive me, I [Dm] took it and smiled
Now we're about to set the record straight
With my AK, I'm still the [Gm] thug that you love to hate
[Dm] Thug that you love to hate
Grab your box when you see Tupac
Call the cops when you see Tupac
You shot me but your [Gm] pump's didn't finish
Now you're about to feel a wrath of [Dm] a menace
Nigga, I hit him up
Grab your box when you see Tupac
Call the cops when you see Tupac
You shot me but your pump's didn't [D] finish
Now you're about to feel a wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit him up
Money you bring in the [Dm] front, you begin to stress
I think you're tough, I'm like a million in steel
Not getting off my spitting
This is my life, it's based on sinning
Hell [Gm] down, rather be worried than [Dm] be worried
Living hell down, my game plan to [E] be trained
Military guard of a thug lord
[Dm] Sitting in the cemetery
I've been lost since my adolescent calling for [G] Jesus
Calling as a [Dm] youngster, wondering if he sees us
Young black male, [E] crack sales, got me three strikes
Living in jail, [Dm] this is hell in the means
I wonder when we all pass, is anybody listening?
[Gm] Got my hands on my semi, [Dm] shouting, everybody snitching
Please God, can you [D] understand me?
That's my family, guide us all
Before [Dm] we fall into insanity
I'm making a point to make my beat up and roll [Gm] like
Drop some shit, daddy, [Dm] scoop a bitch and throw a shot
Grab your box when you see Tupac
Call the cops when you see Tupac
You shot me but [Gm] your pump's didn't finish
Now you're about to feel the wrath [Dm] of a menace
Nigga, I hit him up
Grab your box when you see Tupac
Call the cops when you see Tupac
You shot me [Gm] but your pump's didn't finish
Now you're about to feel the wrath [Dm] of a menace
Nigga, I hit him up
Here we go, time to size these niggas up and cut their ass short
You know, motherfuckers got me going through a fucking diss
[D] You're now in the mix, man J Mo
[Dm] [D] [Dm]
[Gm] [Dm]
[N]
Fuck you [G] gonna do
[Dm]
You gonna shoot [D] me one everybody
[Dm]
[Gm] [Dm]
[Gm] Nick I'm gonna fuck your bitch in the click you claim
Westside when we ride, come here quick we gang
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on bad boys niggas fuck for life
Plus Puffy tryna see me reap [Gm] hearts I rip
Peace, Marga, Junior Mafia, some [D] more gas bitch
We [Dm] keep on coming while we running for your jewels
Steady [Gm] gunning, keep on busting at the [Dm] booths
You know the rules, Lil' Ceaser go ask your [D] homie how I leave you
Cut the young ass up, leave you in peace
Now be the C, [Dm] Lil' Ken don't fuck around with real G
Quick to snatch [Gm] your ugly ass off the [Dm] streets
So fuck peace, I let them [Gm] niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride tonight [Dm] Haha
Sad boy murdered on wax and kill
Fuck with me [Gm] and get your cash, Lil'
[Dm] You know, see
Grab your box when you see Tupac
Call the cops when you see Tupac
You shot me but your [Gm] pump's didn't finish
Now you're about to feel a [Dm] wrath of a menace
Nigga I hit him up
Grab your box when you see Tupac
Call the cops when you see Tupac
You shot me but your [D] pump's didn't finish
Now you're about to feel a wrath of a menace
Nigga I hit him [Dm] up
We do it, keep it [D] real, it's been a century
See, this ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggas getting [Dm] killed with your mouths open
Trying to come up off of [Gm] me, you in the clouds, so
[Dm] Smoking dope, it's like the Sherm on niggas
Think they [Gm] learn to fly, but they learn
Motherfucker, you [D] deserve to die
Talking [Dm] about you getting money, but it's funny to me
All you [Gm] niggas living bummy, why you [Dm] fucking with me?
I'm a self-made millionaire
[Gm] Thug living out of prison, pistols in the air
[D]
Biggie remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
And beg a [Gm] bitch to let you sleep in the house
[Dm]
Now it's all about Versace, you [Gm] copy my style
Five shots couldn't drive me, I [Dm] took it and smiled
Now we're about to set the record straight
With my AK, I'm still the [Gm] thug that you love to hate
[Dm] Thug that you love to hate
Grab your box when you see Tupac
Call the cops when you see Tupac
You shot me but your [Gm] pump's didn't finish
Now you're about to feel a wrath of [Dm] a menace
Nigga, I hit him up
Grab your box when you see Tupac
Call the cops when you see Tupac
You shot me but your pump's didn't [D] finish
Now you're about to feel a wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit him up
Money you bring in the [Dm] front, you begin to stress
I think you're tough, I'm like a million in steel
Not getting off my spitting
This is my life, it's based on sinning
Hell [Gm] down, rather be worried than [Dm] be worried
Living hell down, my game plan to [E] be trained
Military guard of a thug lord
[Dm] Sitting in the cemetery
I've been lost since my adolescent calling for [G] Jesus
Calling as a [Dm] youngster, wondering if he sees us
Young black male, [E] crack sales, got me three strikes
Living in jail, [Dm] this is hell in the means
I wonder when we all pass, is anybody listening?
[Gm] Got my hands on my semi, [Dm] shouting, everybody snitching
Please God, can you [D] understand me?
That's my family, guide us all
Before [Dm] we fall into insanity
I'm making a point to make my beat up and roll [Gm] like
Drop some shit, daddy, [Dm] scoop a bitch and throw a shot
Grab your box when you see Tupac
Call the cops when you see Tupac
You shot me but [Gm] your pump's didn't finish
Now you're about to feel the wrath [Dm] of a menace
Nigga, I hit him up
Grab your box when you see Tupac
Call the cops when you see Tupac
You shot me [Gm] but your pump's didn't finish
Now you're about to feel the wrath [Dm] of a menace
Nigga, I hit him up
Here we go, time to size these niggas up and cut their ass short
You know, motherfuckers got me going through a fucking diss
[D] You're now in the mix, man J Mo
[Dm] [D] [Dm]
[Gm] [Dm]
[N]
Key:
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Gm
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Dm
Gm
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_ Oh
Fuck you [G] gonna do
_ [Dm]
You gonna shoot [D] me one everybody _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ Nick I'm gonna fuck your bitch in the click you claim
Westside when we ride, come here quick we gang
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on bad boys niggas fuck for life
Plus Puffy tryna see me reap [Gm] hearts I rip
Peace, Marga, Junior Mafia, some [D] more gas bitch
We [Dm] keep on coming while we running for your jewels
Steady [Gm] gunning, keep on busting at the [Dm] booths
You know the rules, Lil' Ceaser go ask your [D] homie how I leave you
Cut the young ass up, leave you in peace
Now be the C, [Dm] Lil' Ken don't fuck around with real G
Quick to snatch [Gm] your ugly ass off the [Dm] streets
So fuck peace, I let them [Gm] niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride tonight [Dm] Haha
Sad boy murdered on wax and kill
Fuck with me [Gm] and get your cash, Lil'
[Dm] You know, see
Grab your box when you see Tupac
Call the cops when you see Tupac
You shot me but your [Gm] pump's didn't finish
Now you're about to feel a [Dm] wrath of a menace
Nigga I hit him up
Grab your box when you see Tupac
Call the cops when you see Tupac
You shot me but your [D] pump's didn't finish
Now you're about to feel a wrath of a menace
Nigga I hit him [Dm] up
We do it, keep it [D] real, it's been a century
See, this ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggas getting [Dm] killed with your mouths open
Trying to come up off of [Gm] me, you in the clouds, so
[Dm] Smoking dope, it's like the Sherm on niggas
Think they [Gm] learn to fly, but they learn
Motherfucker, you [D] deserve to die
Talking [Dm] about you getting money, but it's funny to me
All you [Gm] niggas living bummy, why you [Dm] fucking with me?
I'm a self-made millionaire
[Gm] Thug living out of prison, pistols in the air
[D]
Biggie remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
And beg a [Gm] bitch to let you sleep in the house
[Dm]
Now it's all about Versace, you [Gm] copy my style
Five shots couldn't drive me, I [Dm] took it and smiled
Now we're about to set the record straight
With my AK, I'm still the [Gm] thug that you love to hate
[Dm] Thug that you love to hate
Grab your box when you see Tupac
Call the cops when you see Tupac
You shot me but your [Gm] pump's didn't finish
Now you're about to feel a wrath of [Dm] a menace
Nigga, I hit him up
Grab your box when you see Tupac
Call the cops when you see Tupac
You shot me but your pump's didn't [D] finish
Now you're about to feel a wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit him up
Money you bring in the [Dm] front, you begin to stress
I think you're tough, I'm like a million in steel
Not getting off my spitting
This is my life, it's based on sinning
Hell [Gm] down, rather be worried than [Dm] be worried
Living hell down, my game plan to [E] be trained
Military guard of a thug lord
[Dm] Sitting in the cemetery
I've been lost since my adolescent calling for [G] Jesus
Calling as a [Dm] youngster, wondering if he sees us
Young black male, [E] crack sales, got me three strikes
Living in jail, [Dm] this is hell in the means
I wonder when we all pass, is anybody listening?
[Gm] Got my hands on my semi, [Dm] shouting, everybody snitching
Please God, can you [D] understand me?
That's my family, guide us all
Before [Dm] we fall into insanity
I'm making a point to make my beat up and roll [Gm] like
Drop some shit, daddy, [Dm] scoop a bitch and throw a shot
Grab your box when you see Tupac
Call the cops when you see Tupac
You shot me but [Gm] your pump's didn't finish
Now you're about to feel the wrath [Dm] of a menace
Nigga, I hit him up
Grab your box when you see Tupac
Call the cops when you see Tupac
You shot me [Gm] but your pump's didn't finish
Now you're about to feel the wrath [Dm] of a menace
Nigga, I hit him up
Here we go, time to size these niggas up and cut their ass short
You know, motherfuckers got me going through a fucking diss
[D] You're now in the mix, man J Mo
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ [Dm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
Fuck you [G] gonna do
_ [Dm]
You gonna shoot [D] me one everybody _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ Nick I'm gonna fuck your bitch in the click you claim
Westside when we ride, come here quick we gang
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on bad boys niggas fuck for life
Plus Puffy tryna see me reap [Gm] hearts I rip
Peace, Marga, Junior Mafia, some [D] more gas bitch
We [Dm] keep on coming while we running for your jewels
Steady [Gm] gunning, keep on busting at the [Dm] booths
You know the rules, Lil' Ceaser go ask your [D] homie how I leave you
Cut the young ass up, leave you in peace
Now be the C, [Dm] Lil' Ken don't fuck around with real G
Quick to snatch [Gm] your ugly ass off the [Dm] streets
So fuck peace, I let them [Gm] niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride tonight [Dm] Haha
Sad boy murdered on wax and kill
Fuck with me [Gm] and get your cash, Lil'
[Dm] You know, see
Grab your box when you see Tupac
Call the cops when you see Tupac
You shot me but your [Gm] pump's didn't finish
Now you're about to feel a [Dm] wrath of a menace
Nigga I hit him up
Grab your box when you see Tupac
Call the cops when you see Tupac
You shot me but your [D] pump's didn't finish
Now you're about to feel a wrath of a menace
Nigga I hit him [Dm] up
We do it, keep it [D] real, it's been a century
See, this ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggas getting [Dm] killed with your mouths open
Trying to come up off of [Gm] me, you in the clouds, so
[Dm] Smoking dope, it's like the Sherm on niggas
Think they [Gm] learn to fly, but they learn
Motherfucker, you [D] deserve to die
Talking [Dm] about you getting money, but it's funny to me
All you [Gm] niggas living bummy, why you [Dm] fucking with me?
I'm a self-made millionaire
[Gm] Thug living out of prison, pistols in the air
[D]
Biggie remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
And beg a [Gm] bitch to let you sleep in the house
[Dm]
Now it's all about Versace, you [Gm] copy my style
Five shots couldn't drive me, I [Dm] took it and smiled
Now we're about to set the record straight
With my AK, I'm still the [Gm] thug that you love to hate
[Dm] Thug that you love to hate
Grab your box when you see Tupac
Call the cops when you see Tupac
You shot me but your [Gm] pump's didn't finish
Now you're about to feel a wrath of [Dm] a menace
Nigga, I hit him up
Grab your box when you see Tupac
Call the cops when you see Tupac
You shot me but your pump's didn't [D] finish
Now you're about to feel a wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit him up
Money you bring in the [Dm] front, you begin to stress
I think you're tough, I'm like a million in steel
Not getting off my spitting
This is my life, it's based on sinning
Hell [Gm] down, rather be worried than [Dm] be worried
Living hell down, my game plan to [E] be trained
Military guard of a thug lord
[Dm] Sitting in the cemetery
I've been lost since my adolescent calling for [G] Jesus
Calling as a [Dm] youngster, wondering if he sees us
Young black male, [E] crack sales, got me three strikes
Living in jail, [Dm] this is hell in the means
I wonder when we all pass, is anybody listening?
[Gm] Got my hands on my semi, [Dm] shouting, everybody snitching
Please God, can you [D] understand me?
That's my family, guide us all
Before [Dm] we fall into insanity
I'm making a point to make my beat up and roll [Gm] like
Drop some shit, daddy, [Dm] scoop a bitch and throw a shot
Grab your box when you see Tupac
Call the cops when you see Tupac
You shot me but [Gm] your pump's didn't finish
Now you're about to feel the wrath [Dm] of a menace
Nigga, I hit him up
Grab your box when you see Tupac
Call the cops when you see Tupac
You shot me [Gm] but your pump's didn't finish
Now you're about to feel the wrath [Dm] of a menace
Nigga, I hit him up
Here we go, time to size these niggas up and cut their ass short
You know, motherfuckers got me going through a fucking diss
[D] You're now in the mix, man J Mo
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ [Dm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _