Chords for 2Pac - Mask Off Old-school (My Chain remix)

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You know what I'm talking [Gm] about.
Hell motherfucking yeah.
[Am] _ [Dm] This one goes out to my nigga Mike Cooley.
[Gm] Hell yeah.
Oh, shit.
This is so good.
Stuck in a part listening, [Bb] mucking at 16 [Am] on the scene watching [Dm] beans, bucking.
Picking up dust with the [Bb] OG, soaking up the game that was [Dm] owed to me.
I ain't never tried to get that I couldn't [Bb] shoot.
I learned to [Am] move a just a bitch from the block to the tall lesson.
A young nigga [Bb] asking questions while other suckers were guessing I was [Dm] gangsta sexy.
It's a little mid to me wasn't it [Bb] for me.
Take the [Am] credit.
I'm heading for the ring [Dm] since being stressing and fucking blasting [Bb] straight magic, you want
[Am] the doo doo overpass [Dm] laughing while he's at the mother fun subtract three [Bb] compile.
No [Am] doubt, they tell us how the [Dm] next class.
Now they all can you feel me?
[Bb] I keep my finger on the [A] trigger cause nigga trying to [Dm] kill me.
In my mind raised a hell raiser.
[Bb] Every day gets [Am] way more.
Summer [Dm] Page.
A straight lesson.
A fugitive, Michael [Bb] Wood facing this [Am] undisquised.
Wanted for the world.
[Dm] _ _
I'm [Bb] a smoke till I [Am] lose my breath, mother [Dm] fucker.
Every time I see the paper, I see [Bb] my picture.
When the [Am] niggas getting bitcher, they [Dm] come to get ya.
It's like a motherfucking trap.
[Bb] And they wonder why I [Am] saw a being black, dear [Dm] Lord, can you feel me?
Treskettin' Major, Mama [Am] raise a hell raiser.
[Dm] Treskettin' Major, Lord be my savior.
[Bb] Mama [Am] raise a hell raiser.
[Dm] Treskettin' Major, Lord be my savior.
[Bb] Mama [Am] raise a hell raiser.
[Dm] Treskettin' Major, Lord be my savior.
[Gm] Mama [Am] raise a hell raiser.
[Dm] Treskettin' Major, Lord be my savior.
[Gm] Mama [A] raise a hell raiser.
_ [Dm]
Treskettin' Major, [Gm] Mama [Am] raise a hell raiser.
[Dm] Treskettin' Major, Lord be my savior.
[Bb] _ [Am] Treskettin' Major, Lord be my savior.
Mama [Dm] _
raise a hell raiser.
[Bb] They figure why you [Am] let the police beat [Dm] down niggas.
Startin' to think all the rich in the [Bb] world are safe.
While the [A] poor babies bustin' in the [Dm] early graves.
Well, I come save the [Bb] youth.
Ain't nothin' else to [Am] prove but I have faith in you.
[Dm] Dear Lord, I live the life of a thug, hope you [Bb] understand.
Forgive me [Am] for my mistakes, I gotta [Dm] play my hand.
And my hands on the 16 [Bb] stop, semi-automatic.
[Am] Quickie cop, [Dm] yelling Glock.
Tell me, dog, can you feel me?
[Bb] Show of weight, I'm [Am] playin' but my enemies won't [Dm] go away.
Everywhere I turn, I see [Bb] niggas burn.
Every [Am] nigga that I know's on [Dm] death row.
My young homie's 17 and he [Bb] pay the price.
Lil' [Am] young motherfucker doin' [Dm] triple life.
Oh, I tell him in his letters, it's [Bb] gettin' better.
If my [Am] nigga knew the truth, he'd [Dm] eat the food.
Cause heard your baby's mama was [Bb] smoked out.
Fuck the [Am] drama, wanna break my [Dm] lock out.
Smoking bus, getting drunk off that [Bb] Lingerie gin.
Brother, [Am] get my nigga out of the fuckin' [Dm] pen.
Mama, who's the hellraiser?
He's [Bb] got a knee, he's got a knee.
[A] Yeah, come [Dm] on, uh.
Mama, raise the hellraiser.
[Bb] Uh, uh.
Dear [Am] Lord, can you feel me?
[Dm] Let's get major.
Lord, be my savior.
[Bb] Uh, uh.
Mama, [Am] raise the hellraiser.
[Dm] Let's get major.
Lord, be my savior.
[Bb] Uh, uh.
Mama, [Am] who's the hellraiser?
[Dm] Let's get major.
Lord, be my savior.
[Bb] Uh, uh.
Mama, [Am] who's the hellraiser?
[Dm] Let's get major.
Dear Lord, can you hear me?
It's [Bb] just me, a young [A] nigga tryin' to make it on these [Dm] rough streets.
I'm on my knees beggin', please come and [Bb] save me.
The whole [Am] world done made a nigga [Dm] crazy.
I got my three, five, seven, can't [Bb] control it.
Screamin' [Am] die, motherfucker, and you [Dm] loaded.
Everybody run for cover.
[Bb] Oh, shit.
Thug [Am] life, motherfucker.
[Dm] I duck quick.
Man, I'm a bong if I am, don't [Bb] worry me.
Let's do a [Am] dog eatin' hot til they [Dm] bury me.
Dear Lord, if you hear me, [Bb] tell me why.
Little [Am] girl like Natasha [A] had to die.
She never get to see the bullet, to [Bb] set the shot.
Her little [Am] body couldn't take it, it [Dm] fuckin' dropped.
And when I saw it on the news, I [Bb] see, fuck a girl, kill [Am] Natasha.
Now I'm [Dm] screamin', fuck the world.
In the end, it's my friends that [Bb] been flopped.
[Am] Lifted up, got my shit when my [Dm] shit dropped.
Thug life, motherfucker, [Bb] I lick shots.
Every [Am] nigga on the block drops [Dm] their collar.
Dear Lord, can you hear me?
[Bb] Let it die.
Let [Am] a nigga be strapped, fuck, [Dm] up and high.
Put my hands on the trigger.
[Bb] Thug nigga, [Am] stressin' like a motherfuckin' [Dm] drug dealer.
And even in the darkest [Bb] nights, I'm a thug for [Am] life.
I got the heart to [Dm] fight now.
Mama raised the hell raiser, [Bb] wild crowd.
That's [Am] just life in the ghetto.
[Dm] You a diet.
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