Chords for 2Pac - Hit 'Em Up (Edited Version) (Official Music Video)

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You know
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_ [Em] _ _ [C] _ [Am] _ _ Slam that ass in the paint buffy we get in a block that I'm running through [Dm] and I smoke it
You know I'll be in front of you [E] with the ready power
Suckin [C] my cats on little Eddie [Am] Bauer
Your clown petty sour I push back in just every hour
Hit em up
Grab your blocks when you see [D] Tupac
Call the cops when you see Tupac
[Em] Who shot [C] me but your punks didn't finish
[A] Now you're bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Bust I hit em up
You probably knew it keep it real it's been a tension [Dm] we stick
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you [E] suckers gettin killed with your mouths [Am] open
Tryna come up off of me you in the clutch
[E] Smoke they don't miss like a Sherm eyes
While the bitch they learn to fly
[Dm] Like they burn little suckers you deserve to die
[E] Talk about you gettin money [C] but it's funny to me
[A] All you suckers living for me
Why you messing with me
[Am] I'm a self made millionaire
Thug living [Dm] out of prison bitches in the air
[Em] Biggie remember when I used [A] to let you sleep on the couch
Beg a chick to let you sleep in the house
Now it's all about the notch
You copy my style
[D] Five styles couldn't try me
I took a dismay [Em] now I'm back to separate [A] the slate
With my AK [Am] I'm still thug
Guess you love to hate little bust I hit em up
I'm from A.W.Jurors with plenty murder to [D] curse
No points to come we bring the drama to all you [E] herbs
Smoke a check this is an [B] aerial
Lil Cease I [A] bring my enemies to they knees
Copy please this is an aerial
Big mama and she coped up a doped up
[D] Get your loot Junior Waffle Flake smoked up
Please [E] tell me is you stupid I [C] take money
Crash and imagine [A] Drew Brooklyn
With my clique loot shootin that blue in your block
With 15 shot cocked clocked to your [D] 9
Outlaw my B clique moving up another [E] notch
In your block top slot [B] get mobbed and dropped
[A] All you fake ass east coast props brain stormed and locked
You's a big fighter
A park style [D] taker
I say it to your face you ain't nothing but a [E] faker
Swore for the [C] alazay with a chaser
About [A] to get murdered for the paper
E.D. I made a purchase [A] lean on the paper
Like a loaf with pot of [D] tea and a choke
Guns don't smoke outlaws [E] we ain't no joke
Thug [B] life cowards better be known
[A] We approaching in a wide open [E] gun smoking
[Am] Don't leave a hope in this is about a loss
I got em [D] crossed as soon as the phone
Popping off [E] I hit em up
[C] Empty clips [A] set trip
You know what time it is
West side outlaw thug life
Till [D] we die
California love [E] California [B] thug
You know what [A] time it is
Bad boy killer
_ Marv D killer
[D] Chino XL killer
[E] Much love to Smith and West and [B] Freddy Fox
Pudgy the [A] fat bastard naughty by nature
And all the real thugs out there
Who fi broke broke and who [D] fi retrippin
Outlaw immortal we'll never [E] switch
Bullshit [A] farmer the boy dem a slave
It's the thug life he get buried at the ditch
You yall own a better respect to [D] papa Outlaw
Yes I'm proud to be [E] black
Jealousy some more don't act [Am] like India
Hanging panipana on a smoke gun
[A] Rap to a caliber
Give it a lick that's a [Dm] fact
Say say say this and then say [E] that
You yall own [C] a better respect to [A] papa
Love my few hate my many
God told me [G] automatic money
Later will come an [Dm] alert
Radical abuse we