Chords for 2Pac, Nipsey Hussle - Till I Die (ft. Tyga)

_ Pay attention my niggas
_ All eyes [C] on me
[Abm] Little life of a thug nigga
Till the day I die, [G] little life as a boss play
All eyes [Cm] on me
All eyes [D] on me
All eyes on me
_ _ [Ab] _
Little life of a thug nigga
Till the day I die, [Gm] little life as a boss play
[Cm]
I bet you got lips that you don't know who [Ab] to trust
So many playa hatin' niggas tryna sound like us
Say they ready for the funk but I don't think they know it
Straight to the depths of hell, that's [G] where them cops gone
With [Cm] all your skills [Ab] down nigga, holla when you see me
And let these devils [Fm] be sorry for the [G] day they finally freed me
I [Cm] got a [Ab] caravan of niggas every time we ride
Hittin' motherfuckin' stuff, [G] won't be passed by
Until [Cm] I die, little life of [Ab] a boss player
Cause even when I'm high, bump a million big ropes later
The future's in my eyes
Cause all I want is cash and thangs
A 500, mans wantin' flashy rings
Fuck it, bitches see me like a dream
Been known to disappear [Fm] before your eyes
It's like a dope [Cm] game, it seems
My [Ab] main thing was to be major, pay the game sharper
Than the [G] motherfuckin' raised to play
[Cm] Save money, bring bitches, [Ab] bitches bring lives
One nigga's gettin' jealous [G] and [Cm] motherfuckers die
Depends on me [Ab] like the first in 50
They might owe me 4 for second, but they won't get me
We got four niggas in low rides
In ski vans [Fm] screamin' thug life
Every [G] time they pass, all eyes [Cm] on me
Little life of a thug nigga, until [Ab] the day I die
[D] Little life of a boss player, cause even when I'm high
All [Cm] eyes on me
[G] She can get a [Ab] taste
_ [B] [Ab] All eyes on me
Fuck what a nigga say
Little life of [G] a boss player, cause even [Ab] when I'm high
She can get a taste
_ Bitch, you get a taste
_ Yeah, that's [G] cool, but he ain't like [Cm] me
Fuck [Ab] the law, bitches, I fuck with a pass
And I'm livin' rough [D] and raw
Catchin' cases [G] at a [Ab] fast rate, haulin' in the fast lane
Hustle till the morning, never stop [G] until the cash came
Live my life [Ab] as a thug nigga, until the day I die
Live my life as a boss [D] player, until the day I die
Make [Cm] sure your ass is on the meal ticket
[Ab] Get your money, motherfucker, [Fm] let's get rich [G] and real
Kick it, all [Ab] eyes on me
Fresh off the table in Vegas, I'm fettin' thick, nigga
Chopped table, smokin' La Brea, brought the crib with us
Two niggas in low rides, they ain't got no money
We pull up, they pay us inside with heads
Niggas [D] still wanna tell us, but for now, they got to [Ab] live with it
Niggas be hatin' up, it don't bother me none
[Fm] The homie got some Tommy guns, I'm about to buy [Ab] me one
They gotta twist it, cause I'm ballin', havin' lots of fun
But [Fm] every real nigga gettin' money [G] know that I'm [Cm] the boss
Check me out, pay [Ab] attention
[D] If you watch me long enough, you see that shit [Ab] I've mentioned
I really got it, I really live it
I'm really tryna play it [G] down, cause I'm [Ab] really did it
Dirty gang seen a twist, so I shorty chains
Think about it every single time I board a plane
It ain't no love, you just gotta know
Just ignore the pain, [Fm] and use the money in the [Abm] fame
That's another [Cm] pain
Feel like a fucked up nigga, till [Ab] the day I die
[Fm] Feel like a boss [G] player, you know [Ab] you not
Fuck what a nigga say
[G] Start a saying like [Cm] Mary Kay
[Ab] With you young man face
I'm gonna fuck
All eyes on me, feel like a fucked up nigga
Till the day I die, feel like a boss player
All eyes on me
Slide on that pimp gang, on my punky ring
Lot of [G] gang, lot of bitches in the [Cm] icy chain
[Ab] Why you claim that you rich, that's a false claim
I be [G] straight to the whip, no [Cm] backers claim
Whole [Ab] lot of styles, can't even pronounce the name
You ain't got no style, see [G] you on my [Cm] Instagram
I be [Ab] rocking it like it's fresh out the pan
Only [G] when I'm taking pics, I'm the [Cm] middle man
[Ab] Walk talking like a boss, I just lift a hand
Three [G] million cash, call me [Ab] Rain Man
Money like a shower, in my rain band
And we [Fm] all in black, [G] like it's [Cm] gangland
[D] Say the wrong words, you be hangman
Why be sick to your [Ab] bitch like a straight dad
Uh, Mr.
What kind of car you in
In the city, lemonade man
[G] Nigga I ain't [Cm] gotta say it
[Ab] She can get a taste
_ [E] She can [Cm] get a taste
Fuck what a [Fm] nigga say
Start a [G] saying like [Cm] Mary Kay
She [Ab] can get a taste
Bet you get a taste
Do you love the taste
Yeah that's cool, but he ain't like me
Pay attention my niggas
You hear how [D] that shit go
[E] Nigga walk up in [Cm] this motherfucker
And be like [Ab] ping
_ [Fm] Cops, thugs nigga, [Ab] till the day I die
Bitches, cause we been getting high Every motherfucker
_ It's like what they think
I'm walking around with some keys in [Fm] my pocket
[G] I [Ab] know y'all got me in the scopes
I [Gm] know y'all know this is [Cm] thug life
[Ab] I _ [D] know y'all got me in the [Ab] scopes
I know y'all know this is thug life
I know y'all got me in the scopes
I know y'all got me in the scopes _ _ _ _ _
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