Chords for 2pac - gang signs

[Cm] I hate when them New York niggas be throwing up gang signs.
I see, I see Biggie throwing up this.
Biggie don't know nothing about no gang sign.
If they come to California, some of these true to life gang niggas gonna pull your motherfucking car.
Cause these niggas out here dying for that shit.
And you wanna make a video and play with that shit.
Be careful. _ _
_ _ Tell us how suckas got them ducking for my smoking glocks.
Got _ _ these bitches on my job, ducking for my smoking glocks.
_ _ _ _ _ _ This _ _ _ _ _ _ is a motherfucking dust kicker.
Who give you trust?
Do you have the heart to see a nigga before he busts?
My name is spoken on the tongues of so many foes
Bustin' motherfuckers out the box, I ain't even go
Now how the hell do you explain my train of fame?
From doin' flicks to bustin' tricks out the fuckin' frame
Got these bitches on my job, niggas on my block
Jealous ass suckers got em' dunkin' from my fuckin' block
And bustin' niggas' asses to stay alive
Skinny ass playa watchin' bigger motherfuckers frock
They ask me [G] how I'm [Cm] livin', I'm a hustler
Buckin' busters until they die, now assume me, nigga
You ain't heard?
Niggas got they [G] AKs headin' for the birds
[C] And let them skinny ass bitches let it [Cm] rain
Give them the McQuinn welcome to the house of pain
Jealous _ _ ass suckers got em' dunkin' from my fuckin' block
Got _ _ these bitches on my job, dunkin' from my fuckin' block _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Jealous ass suckers got em' dunkin' from _ _ _ [Ab] [C] my fuckin' block
You can do that little set [G] me up in the [Cm] studio shit in New York
For the California niggas, that's where the G's ride
Yeah, nigga, you know how we do when we ridin' for y'all bitches
Baby, listen, baby, you see a nigga propose
Still a bug on the DC, see, bring him, eat him, he flashlight him
Workin' like guns, got three strikes, she busts, last night's the thugs
Holdin' my position, my competition is never great
Rip like I'm a Chevy, my alias, my competitors
And what they tell me through the break verse
Niggas ain't tryna see me play, they rather take my retaliation
Takes time, create violence, it's so ferocious at the baseline
Roof of my vocals every time a nigga say it's rhyme
Spendin' the bus and you thought that I put you bustin' for free
Niggas spit, I'ma turn to the doctor like Kamikaze
So it's suicide, missin' on spit with multiple gunshots
Burnin' turn around, bitch, I get them all decked
And my motto, make Becky Smalls pay
I make it buff enough, you puffy, torn away, what's the bottom?
_ Tell [Ab] his dad, suckers got him duckin' from my [Cm] smoky glock
Got _ _ these bitches on my jock, duckin' from my smoky glock
Tell his dad, suckers got him duckin' from my _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ smoky glock
Verse 1, you quick to unload, expose my foes for being pissed
Keep the niggas expensive, two glocks full of nappy
My army of the teeth, ready for battle, lyrical command
Let's get it on, tell me nigga how much you can handle
Banging on walls, I turn a trike into a Roman candle
_ My agenda specifically, dumped out, no sympathy
Pictures of closed caskets, superstars, be with me at first
The bomb, first as they come, then the planet
Soon as my niggas break, earthquake the whole planet
Adverse actors can't understand it, do what my niggas strategize
Don't nobody die unless we bang it, like we all committed
Our rights all extended, no matter how hard motherfuckers try
They can't get it, it's West Coast, West Side
I don't want to be doctored like motherfuckers
_ _ _ _ Tell the sad suckers got them ducking from my smoky glock
_ _ Got these bitches on my jock, ducking from my smoky glock
_ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _