Chords for 2Pac - Dumpin' Lyrics

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C

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2Pac - Dumpin' Lyrics chords
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Who you are
One [Ab] nation under a [Cm] thug and bullets God
[D] Young nation no [Cm] revolution and no cause
One [Ab] nation young black and dangerous [C] by far
[D] Young [Ab] nation just trying to get [Cm] this
Murderous mind state, can't keep my nine straight
Sipping [Fm] on this Hennessy, waiting [C] for the time to break
[Cm] Show up and motherfuckers bow [G] down, recognize
West side death row, outlaw [Cm] riders
Untouchable mob of [G] pistol packers
Well [Ab] known fellas labeled for drugs, [C] selling merciless jackets
Forever buzz, [G] roll with thugs and dogs
Commence the letting [Ab] off rounds, then escaping [Cm] the fog
Who wanna see me solo, catch Machiavelli while he's sleeping
[D] My mini 14 murdering niggas [Cm] while they creeping
Dunkle you ass [C] out, drink till you pass out
Ain't [Ab] scared to die, drunk driving [Cm] in my glass house
Niggas that's under me, they pictures come to me
They [Ab] heard the stories nigga, now they wanna really [C] see
Going first is my motto, it's [D] fully guaranteed
[Ab] Niggas is player heads, label them my enemies [Cm] of God
You are [G] one [Ab] nation under a thug and [Cm] bullets God
[G] Young [Ab] nation no revolution and [Cm] no cause
One [Ab] nation young black and dangerous [Cm] by far
[G] Young [Ab] nation just trying to get this
When it's on I'm [Cm] popping off every chance [C] I get
Out the window [G] on some uptown anthem shit
I'm stressing but ain't no pressure here, I've been there before
Fugitive [Fm] task force at my [Cm] girlfriend's door
Now they checking in her bedroom, I ain't there
40 cows, [Fm] extended clip still
I ain't scared, outlaw and best believe they won't take [G] me alive
I'm different and [Ab] I'ma prove it if it take me [Cm] to die
Knew that God had a plan for me
[D] But he won't be laying up [G] in my casket or doing [C] life in a can for me
Maybe I'm brazy [D] and paranoid than the bitch
Me dying, you [G] think I let him see the joy from that shit
[Cm] Walking dead, angels spend they last days [D] by me
New Jersey giant like [C] Dave Tyree
Young Georgia Jonathan Chaffee, [G] guns clap
Monaco [Ab] black, soldier like [Cm] Geronimo Broke
And come through cocking a black [G] pound
When they put the twin [Ab] towers up, pock
I'm knocking [Cm] them back down, post a child check
Air [G] force ones with the crocodile [Ab] chest
I'm supposed to [Cm] wow sex, money and murder
Is all I breathe in my life
It's full of [Ab] judges and chasing enemies in the night
Through [Cm] the Hindi I see the eyes of the devil
[G] G-Dragon with extra [Ab] boxes of bullets to the 9 and shell
I know [Cm] you are
[G] One [Ab] nation under a thug and [Cm] bullets God
[G] Young [Ab] nation, no revolution [Cm] and no cops
One [Ab] nation, young, black and dangerous [Cm] by far
[G] Young [Ab] nation just trying to get this
[Cm] Always thought I'd have to die to do a [D] record with pock
So I wrote from [G] the perspective of a graveyard box
You end up in the box [D] cause them grave robbers
Bad ass niggas [G] dig your grave back up
Snatch [Cm] you out the casket
Worms in my eyes, eating [D] through my cabbage
The flesh [G] to the bones, the bones to the ashes
But [Cm] I'm not dead, I'm actually [D] in a session
With the pock [Ab] keeper and shop money progressing
[Cm] They don't really want no drama, [C] I know your goons
That's why [Ab] I keep pressure on them like an [Cm] open wound
This God gifted, he keep giving me [Gm] better music
So every [Ab] time you hear me my songs present improvement
[Cm] Y'all can't kill me, y'all [C] forever losing
Songs of [Ab] evolution
If I load [Cm] your guns for you and we bang it out
With some other niggas, you [Gm] better shoot it
Don't try to [Ab] lie and say you was busting, I'm [Cm] clever stupid
Claiming you reppin' ruthless
You got [D] the same bullets that you had [G] when I loaded it for you
You [C] never used it
The Nasirim was dream, [D] get ready for execution
[Fm] Bad poop, fade you and pock, [Cm] you revolution
You are [D] one [G] nation under a thug and [Cm] bullets God
[D] Young [Ab] nation, no revolution and [Cm] no cause
[D] One [Ab] nation, young, black and [Cm] dangerous by far
[G] Young [Ab] nation just trying to get [Cm] this
[G] [Ab]
[Cm] [D] Young nation [Ab] just trying to get this
[Cm] [D] [Ab]
[Cm] [D] [Ab] Just trying to get [Cm] this
[G] [Ab] [C] [D] [Ab]
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Who you are
_ One [Ab] nation under a [Cm] thug and bullets God
_ [D] Young nation no [Cm] revolution and no cause
One [Ab] nation young black and dangerous [C] by far
_ [D] Young [Ab] nation just trying to get [Cm] this
Murderous mind state, can't keep my nine straight
Sipping [Fm] on this Hennessy, waiting [C] for the time to break
[Cm] Show up and motherfuckers bow [G] down, recognize
West side death row, outlaw [Cm] riders
Untouchable mob of [G] pistol packers
Well [Ab] known fellas labeled for drugs, [C] selling merciless jackets
Forever buzz, [G] roll with thugs and dogs
Commence the letting [Ab] off rounds, then escaping [Cm] the fog
Who wanna see me solo, catch Machiavelli while he's sleeping
[D] My mini 14 murdering niggas [Cm] while they creeping
Dunkle you ass [C] out, drink till you pass out
Ain't [Ab] scared to die, drunk driving [Cm] in my glass house
Niggas that's under me, they pictures come to me
They [Ab] heard the stories nigga, now they wanna really [C] see
Going first is my motto, it's [D] fully guaranteed
[Ab] Niggas is player heads, label them my enemies [Cm] of God
You are _ [G] one [Ab] nation under a thug and [Cm] bullets God
_ [G] Young [Ab] nation no revolution and [Cm] no cause
One [Ab] nation young black and dangerous [Cm] by far
_ [G] Young [Ab] nation just trying to get this
When it's on I'm [Cm] popping off every chance [C] I get
Out the window [G] on some uptown anthem shit
I'm stressing but ain't no pressure here, I've been there before
Fugitive [Fm] task force at my [Cm] girlfriend's door
Now they checking in her bedroom, I ain't there
40 cows, [Fm] extended clip still
I ain't scared, outlaw and best believe they won't take [G] me alive
I'm different and [Ab] I'ma prove it if it take me [Cm] to die
Knew that God had a plan for me
[D] But he won't be laying up [G] in my casket or doing [C] life in a can for me
Maybe I'm brazy [D] and paranoid than the bitch
Me dying, you [G] think I let him see the joy from that shit
[Cm] Walking dead, angels spend they last days [D] by me
New Jersey giant like [C] Dave Tyree
Young Georgia Jonathan Chaffee, [G] guns clap
Monaco [Ab] black, soldier like [Cm] Geronimo Broke
And come through cocking a black [G] pound
When they put the twin [Ab] towers up, pock
I'm knocking [Cm] them back down, post a child check
Air [G] force ones with the crocodile [Ab] chest
I'm supposed to [Cm] wow sex, money and murder
Is all I breathe in my life
It's full of [Ab] judges and chasing enemies in the night
Through [Cm] the Hindi I see the eyes of the devil
[G] G-Dragon with extra [Ab] boxes of bullets to the 9 and shell
I know [Cm] you are
_ [G] One [Ab] nation under a thug and [Cm] bullets God
_ [G] Young [Ab] nation, no revolution [Cm] and no cops
One [Ab] nation, young, black and dangerous [Cm] by far
_ [G] Young [Ab] nation just trying to get this
[Cm] Always thought I'd have to die to do a [D] record with pock
So I wrote from [G] the perspective of a graveyard box
You end up in the box [D] cause them grave robbers
Bad ass niggas [G] dig your grave back up
Snatch [Cm] you out the casket
Worms in my eyes, eating [D] through my cabbage
The flesh [G] to the bones, the bones to the ashes
But [Cm] I'm not dead, I'm actually [D] in a session
With the pock [Ab] keeper and shop money progressing
[Cm] They don't really want no drama, [C] I know your goons
That's why [Ab] I keep pressure on them like an [Cm] open wound
This God gifted, he keep giving me [Gm] better music
So every [Ab] time you hear me my songs present improvement
[Cm] Y'all can't kill me, y'all [C] forever losing
Songs of [Ab] evolution
If I load [Cm] your guns for you and we bang it out
With some other niggas, you [Gm] better shoot it
Don't try to [Ab] lie and say you was busting, I'm [Cm] clever stupid
Claiming you reppin' ruthless
You got [D] the same bullets that you had [G] when I loaded it for you
You [C] never used it
The Nasirim was dream, [D] get ready for execution
[Fm] Bad poop, fade you and pock, [Cm] you revolution
You are _ [D] one [G] nation under a thug and [Cm] bullets God
_ [D] Young [Ab] nation, no revolution and [Cm] no cause
[D] One [Ab] nation, young, black and [Cm] dangerous by far
_ [G] Young [Ab] nation just trying to get [Cm] this
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [Ab] _ _
_ _ [Cm] _ _ [D] Young nation [Ab] just trying to get this
[Cm] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [Ab] _ _
[Cm] _ _ _ _ [D] _ [Ab] Just trying to get [Cm] this
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [Ab] _ _

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