Chords for 2Pac - Died in your arms tonight

Tempo:
81.45 bpm
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Db

Bbm

Abm

Gb

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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2Pac - Died in your arms tonight chords
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[Ebm] [Abm] [Db] [Bbm]
[Ebm] [Abm] [Db] [Bbm]
[Ebm] [Abm] [Db] [Bbm]
[Ebm] [Abm] [Db] [Bbm]
[Ebm] [Abm] [Db] [Bbm]
[Ebm] [Abm] [Db] [Bbm] I [Ebm] found a partner in Nevada, a woman and friends.
[Db] I promise not to leave you [Bbm] on your own again.
[Ebm] It's like my family, they [Abm] got the both of us in trouble, [Db] but you always stay down [Bbm] for
a nigga, so that's why I [Ebm] love you.
In my bedroom, promise [Abm] that I commit to you sometimes, [Db] kiss me every time you [Bbm] see me step
inside of her.
[Ebm] We promise [Abm] to be good to each other, [Db] plus I love you so I know you [Bbm] gon' make a good mother.
When [Ebm] I was young I was so very [Abm] dumb, eager to please, a [Db] little trick on a mission, [Bbm] tryna
get a more peace.
Me [Ebm] and my niggas and some [Abm] niggas, forming those drug [Db] dealings.
We don't love bitches and [Bbm] believe they don't love [Ebm] niggas.
Told me to mean [Abm] enough forever and together [Db] we rise, a bit would help our [Bbm] child grow,
but together [Ebm] we die.
Why [Abm] question my love?
It's so easy [Db] to see, without [Bbm] my family all I'm left with is a shadow [Ebm] of me.
Now could it [Abm] be my destiny to be [Db] lonely, and checkin' for these [Bbm] hoochies that be on me,
cause they [Ebm] phony, but you is different.
[Abm] I got no need to be [Db] suspicious, cause I can [Bbm] tell my life with you will be [Ebm] commitment.
[Abm] [Db] [Bbm]
[Ebm] [Abm] [Db] [Bbm]
[Ebm] [Abm] [Db] [Bbm]
[Ebm] [Abm] [Db] [Bbm]
[Ebm] Shedding tears, [Abm] reminiscing on my past [Db] fears, cause shit was hectic [Bbm] on me last year.
It [Ebm] appears that I've been marked [Abm] for death, my heartless [Db] breath, the underlying cause
of [Bbm] my wrath.
My life is [Ebm] stressed, and no rest for [Abm] ever weary.
My eyes [Db] stay teary for all the brothers [Bbm] that I buried in the [Ebm] cemetery.
Shit is scary, [Abm] I'm black on black crime, [Db] legendary, but at times [Bbm] unnecessary.
[Ebm] A group of brothers, tear drops, [Abm] enclosed caskets, the blue [Db] stripes, large drafts,
can [Bbm] certainly death for us ghetto [Ebm] bats, but can we do when [Abm] we're arrested?
Foot on the [Db] fire, life in the pen [Gb] ain't for me, [Ebm] cause I'd rather die, but don't cry
through [Abm] your despair.
I wonder [Db] if the Lord still cares [Bbm] for us niggas on [Ebm] welfare, and who cares if [Abm] we survive?
The only [Db] time he notice a nigga is [Bbm] when he's questioning on the [Ebm] profile.
[Db] [Bbm]
[Ebm] [Abm] [Db] [Bbm]
[Eb] [Db] [Bbm]
[Ebm] Everybody [Abm] [Db] [Bbm]
[Ebm]
[B]
[Db] [Ebm]
[Dbm] run for [Abm] cover, oh shit, [Db] God [Bbm] likes motherfuckers, I duck [Ebm] quick.
Now am I [Dbm] wrong?
If I [F] am, don't worry [Db] me, cause do or [Bbm] die, getting high, still ain't [Ebm] boring me.
Dear [Abm] Lord, if you hear me, tell [Db] me why, little [Bb] girl like Natasha at [Ebm] the time, she never got
[Abm] to see the bullet, just heard [Db] the shot, her little body [Bbm] couldn't take it, it shook [Ebm] you out.
And when I saw [Abm] it on the news, I debunked the girl [Db] that killed [Bbm] Natasha, now I'm screaming
[Ebm] fuck the world.
In the [Abm] end, it's my friends that flip [Db]-flopped, lip [Gb]-locked on my dick [Ebm] when my shit dropped.
Bird like [Abm] motherfucker, I lick [Db] shots, every nigga [Bbm] on my block, try to swing [Ebm] a cop.
Dear [Abm] Lord, can you hear me?
When [Db] I die, let a nigga [Bbm] be strapped for [Ebm] something.
[Abm] [Db] [Bbm] [Ebm] [Abm] [Db] [Bbm]
[Ebm] [Abm] [Db] [Bbm]
[Ebm] [Abm] [Db] [Bbm]
[Ebm] [Abm] [Db] [Bbm]
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[Ebm] [Abm] [Db] [Bbm]
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[Ebm] [Abm] [Db] [Bbm]
[Ebm] [Abm] [Db] [Bbm]
[Ebm] [Abm] [Db] [Bbm]
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Bbm
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Abm
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Gb
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Ebm
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Db
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[Ebm] _ _ [Abm] _ _ [Db] _ _ [Bbm] _ _
[Ebm] _ _ [Abm] _ _ [Db] _ _ [Bbm] _ _
[Ebm] _ _ [Abm] _ _ [Db] _ _ [Bbm] _ _
[Ebm] _ _ [Abm] _ _ [Db] _ _ [Bbm] _ _
[Ebm] _ _ [Abm] _ _ [Db] _ _ [Bbm] _ _
[Ebm] _ _ [Abm] _ _ [Db] _ _ [Bbm] I [Ebm] found a partner in Nevada, a woman and friends.
[Db] I promise not to leave you [Bbm] on your own again.
[Ebm] It's like my family, they [Abm] got the both of us in trouble, [Db] but you always stay down [Bbm] for
a nigga, so that's why I [Ebm] love you.
In my bedroom, promise [Abm] that I commit to you sometimes, [Db] kiss me every time you [Bbm] see me step
inside of her.
[Ebm] We promise [Abm] to be good to each other, [Db] plus I love you so I know you [Bbm] gon' make a good mother.
When [Ebm] I was young I was so very [Abm] dumb, eager to please, a [Db] little trick on a mission, [Bbm] tryna
get a more peace.
Me [Ebm] and my niggas and some [Abm] niggas, forming those drug [Db] dealings.
We don't love bitches and [Bbm] believe they don't love [Ebm] niggas.
Told me to mean [Abm] enough forever and together [Db] we rise, a bit would help our [Bbm] child grow,
but together [Ebm] we die.
Why [Abm] question my love?
It's so easy [Db] to see, without [Bbm] my family all I'm left with is a shadow [Ebm] of me.
Now could it [Abm] be my destiny to be [Db] lonely, and checkin' for these [Bbm] hoochies that be on me,
cause they [Ebm] phony, but you is different.
[Abm] I got no need to be [Db] suspicious, cause I can [Bbm] tell my life with you will be [Ebm] commitment.
_ [Abm] _ _ [Db] _ _ [Bbm] _ _
[Ebm] _ _ [Abm] _ _ [Db] _ _ [Bbm] _ _
[Ebm] _ _ [Abm] _ _ [Db] _ _ [Bbm] _ _
[Ebm] _ _ [Abm] _ _ [Db] _ _ [Bbm] _ _
[Ebm] Shedding tears, [Abm] reminiscing on my past [Db] fears, cause shit was hectic [Bbm] on me last year.
It [Ebm] appears that I've been marked [Abm] for death, my heartless [Db] breath, the underlying cause
of [Bbm] my wrath.
My life is [Ebm] stressed, and no rest for [Abm] ever weary.
My eyes [Db] stay teary for all the brothers [Bbm] that I buried in the [Ebm] cemetery.
Shit is scary, [Abm] I'm black on black crime, [Db] legendary, but at times [Bbm] unnecessary.
[Ebm] A group of brothers, tear drops, [Abm] enclosed caskets, the blue [Db] stripes, large drafts,
can [Bbm] certainly death for us ghetto [Ebm] bats, but can we do when [Abm] we're arrested?
Foot on the [Db] fire, life in the pen [Gb] ain't for me, [Ebm] cause I'd rather die, but don't cry
through [Abm] your despair.
I wonder [Db] if the Lord still cares [Bbm] for us niggas on [Ebm] welfare, and who cares if [Abm] we survive?
The only [Db] time he notice a nigga is [Bbm] when he's questioning on the [Ebm] profile.
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[Ebm] _ _ [Abm] _ _ [Db] _ _ [Bbm] _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ [Db] _ _ [Bbm] _
[Ebm] Everybody _ [Abm] _ _ [Db] _ _ [Bbm] _ _
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[Db] _ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _
_ [Dbm] run for [Abm] cover, oh shit, [Db] God [Bbm] likes motherfuckers, I duck [Ebm] quick.
Now am I [Dbm] wrong?
If I [F] am, don't worry [Db] me, cause do or [Bbm] die, getting high, still ain't [Ebm] boring me.
Dear [Abm] Lord, if you hear me, tell [Db] me why, little [Bb] girl like Natasha at [Ebm] the time, she never got
[Abm] to see the bullet, just heard [Db] the shot, her little body [Bbm] couldn't take it, it shook [Ebm] you out.
And when I saw [Abm] it on the news, I debunked the girl [Db] that killed [Bbm] Natasha, now I'm screaming
[Ebm] fuck the world.
In the [Abm] end, it's my friends that flip [Db]-flopped, lip [Gb]-locked on my dick [Ebm] when my shit dropped.
Bird like [Abm] motherfucker, I lick [Db] shots, every nigga [Bbm] on my block, try to swing [Ebm] a cop.
Dear [Abm] Lord, can you hear me?
When [Db] I die, let a nigga [Bbm] be strapped for [Ebm] something.
_ [Abm] _ _ [Db] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ [Ebm] _ _ [Abm] _ _ [Db] _ _ [Bbm] _ _
[Ebm] _ _ [Abm] _ _ [Db] _ _ [Bbm] _ _
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