Chords for 2Pac - Still No Changes
Tempo:
85.3 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
F
Gm
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
That's [Eb] the way it is.
Uh, uh, [F] that's the way it is.
[G] Dang, some things will never [Gm] change.
Yeah, that's just the way it [Eb] is.
Hold up, we gotta make a [F] change.
[G] That's the way it is.
Shall I plead for whoever thuggin' on the quest to get G's?
Runnin' [Eb] from enemies ever since the days of a C.
I'm under [F] pressure, the stressor had me drinkin', thinkin' it was after [Gm] me.
Must be paranoid to blame, wonder why the police don't wanna see me stackin' G's.
They after a [Eb] player, but I will never capture me.
I gotta thank [F] the Lord for the weed and the nicotine.
I [Gm] can't sleep, close my eyes and see wicked things.
I keep my pistol by my bedside, one in the chamber, [Eb] reoccupy what I'm inside.
My life's in danger, [F] rollin' down the four-five.
Beware strangers, [Gm] hand on my .45,
that's what the flame does.
I'm probably wrong, but I'll never know until I'm [Eb] gone.
From out the gutter where the jealous motherfuckers [F] roam.
Past the weed, let that Hennessy lead to [Gm] me before the penitentiary.
I see no changin', all I see is racist faces.
[Eb] All I see is racist faces.
[F] That's the way it is.
And that's how it's supposed to be.
How can it ever [Gm] take my brother if he's close to me?
I see no changin', all I see is racist faces.
[Eb] All I see is racist faces.
But [F] some things will never change.
Try to sell a [Gm] nice old blade, but it's springin' in the dark.
I keep rockin' like a machete, reminiscing on my past [Eb] years.
Cause shit was hectic on me last year,
[F] years that I've been off for death.
My heart was [Gm] wrecked, the underline causin' my arrest.
My life was stressed, and no rest forever weary.
My eyes [Eb] stay teary for all the brothers that I buried in the [F] cemetery.
Shit is scary, I black on black crime, legendary.
[Gm] But at times, unnecessary.
I'm gettin' run from tear drops and closed caskets.
The police [Eb] strikes large drastic,
and certain death for us ghetto [F] bastards.
What can we do when we're arrested?
But open [Gm] fire, life in the pen ain't for me,
cause I'd rather die, but don't cry through your despair.
I [Eb] wonder if the Lord still cares for us niggas on [F] warfare.
And who cares if we survive?
The [Gm] only time he notice a nigga is when he's clutchin' on his own body.
I see no changin', all I see is racist [Eb] faces.
All I see is racist faces.
[F] That's the way it is.
How can the devil [Gm] take my brother if he's close to me?
I see no changin', all I see is racist [Eb] faces.
All I see is racist faces.
[F] But some things will never change.
Try to show [Gm] a nice old way, but you're spankin' in the dark.
That's the way it is.
[Eb] That's the way it is.
[F]
Some things will never change.
[Gm] Yeah, that's just the way it is.
Word up, we gotta [Eb] make a change.
[F]
Uh, uh, [F] that's the way it is.
[G] Dang, some things will never [Gm] change.
Yeah, that's just the way it [Eb] is.
Hold up, we gotta make a [F] change.
[G] That's the way it is.
Shall I plead for whoever thuggin' on the quest to get G's?
Runnin' [Eb] from enemies ever since the days of a C.
I'm under [F] pressure, the stressor had me drinkin', thinkin' it was after [Gm] me.
Must be paranoid to blame, wonder why the police don't wanna see me stackin' G's.
They after a [Eb] player, but I will never capture me.
I gotta thank [F] the Lord for the weed and the nicotine.
I [Gm] can't sleep, close my eyes and see wicked things.
I keep my pistol by my bedside, one in the chamber, [Eb] reoccupy what I'm inside.
My life's in danger, [F] rollin' down the four-five.
Beware strangers, [Gm] hand on my .45,
that's what the flame does.
I'm probably wrong, but I'll never know until I'm [Eb] gone.
From out the gutter where the jealous motherfuckers [F] roam.
Past the weed, let that Hennessy lead to [Gm] me before the penitentiary.
I see no changin', all I see is racist faces.
[Eb] All I see is racist faces.
[F] That's the way it is.
And that's how it's supposed to be.
How can it ever [Gm] take my brother if he's close to me?
I see no changin', all I see is racist faces.
[Eb] All I see is racist faces.
But [F] some things will never change.
Try to sell a [Gm] nice old blade, but it's springin' in the dark.
I keep rockin' like a machete, reminiscing on my past [Eb] years.
Cause shit was hectic on me last year,
[F] years that I've been off for death.
My heart was [Gm] wrecked, the underline causin' my arrest.
My life was stressed, and no rest forever weary.
My eyes [Eb] stay teary for all the brothers that I buried in the [F] cemetery.
Shit is scary, I black on black crime, legendary.
[Gm] But at times, unnecessary.
I'm gettin' run from tear drops and closed caskets.
The police [Eb] strikes large drastic,
and certain death for us ghetto [F] bastards.
What can we do when we're arrested?
But open [Gm] fire, life in the pen ain't for me,
cause I'd rather die, but don't cry through your despair.
I [Eb] wonder if the Lord still cares for us niggas on [F] warfare.
And who cares if we survive?
The [Gm] only time he notice a nigga is when he's clutchin' on his own body.
I see no changin', all I see is racist [Eb] faces.
All I see is racist faces.
[F] That's the way it is.
How can the devil [Gm] take my brother if he's close to me?
I see no changin', all I see is racist [Eb] faces.
All I see is racist faces.
[F] But some things will never change.
Try to show [Gm] a nice old way, but you're spankin' in the dark.
That's the way it is.
[Eb] That's the way it is.
[F]
Some things will never change.
[Gm] Yeah, that's just the way it is.
Word up, we gotta [Eb] make a change.
[F]
Key:
Eb
F
Gm
G
Eb
F
Gm
G
_ _ That's [Eb] the way it is.
Uh, uh, [F] that's the way it is.
[G] Dang, some things will never [Gm] change.
Yeah, that's just the way it [Eb] is.
Hold up, we gotta make a [F] change.
_ _ [G] That's the way it is.
Shall I plead for whoever thuggin' on the quest to get G's?
Runnin' [Eb] from enemies ever since the days of a C.
I'm under [F] pressure, the stressor had me drinkin', thinkin' it was after [Gm] me.
Must be paranoid to blame, wonder why the police don't wanna see me stackin' G's.
They after a [Eb] player, but I will never capture me.
I gotta thank [F] the Lord for the weed and the nicotine.
I [Gm] can't sleep, close my eyes and see wicked things.
I keep my pistol by my bedside, one in the chamber, [Eb] reoccupy what I'm inside.
My life's in danger, [F] rollin' down the four-five.
Beware strangers, [Gm] hand on my .45,
that's what the flame does.
I'm probably wrong, but I'll never know until I'm [Eb] gone.
From out the gutter where the jealous motherfuckers [F] roam.
Past the weed, let that Hennessy lead to [Gm] me before the penitentiary.
I see no changin', all I see is racist faces.
[Eb] All I see is racist faces.
[F] That's the way it is.
And that's how it's supposed to be.
How can it ever [Gm] take my brother if he's close to me?
I see no changin', all I see is racist faces.
[Eb] All I see is racist faces.
But [F] some things will never change.
Try to sell a [Gm] nice old blade, but it's springin' in the dark.
I keep rockin' like a machete, reminiscing on my past [Eb] years.
Cause shit was hectic on me last year,
[F] years that I've been off for death.
My heart was [Gm] wrecked, the underline causin' my arrest.
My life was stressed, and no rest forever weary.
My eyes [Eb] stay teary for all the brothers that I buried in the [F] cemetery.
Shit is scary, I black on black crime, legendary.
[Gm] But at times, unnecessary.
I'm gettin' run from tear drops and closed caskets.
The police [Eb] strikes large drastic,
and certain death for us ghetto [F] bastards.
What can we do when we're arrested?
But open [Gm] fire, life in the pen ain't for me,
cause I'd rather die, but don't cry through your despair.
I [Eb] wonder if the Lord still cares for us niggas on [F] warfare.
And who cares if we survive?
The [Gm] only time he notice a nigga is when he's clutchin' on his own body.
I see no changin', all I see is racist [Eb] faces.
All I see is racist faces.
[F] That's the way it is.
How can the devil _ [Gm] take my brother if he's close to me?
I see no changin', all I see is racist [Eb] faces.
All I see is racist faces.
[F] But some things will never change.
Try to show [Gm] a nice old way, but you're spankin' in the dark.
That's the way it is.
[Eb] That's the way it is.
_ [F]
Some things will never change.
[Gm] Yeah, that's just the way it is.
Word up, we gotta [Eb] make a change.
_ _ [F]
Uh, uh, [F] that's the way it is.
[G] Dang, some things will never [Gm] change.
Yeah, that's just the way it [Eb] is.
Hold up, we gotta make a [F] change.
_ _ [G] That's the way it is.
Shall I plead for whoever thuggin' on the quest to get G's?
Runnin' [Eb] from enemies ever since the days of a C.
I'm under [F] pressure, the stressor had me drinkin', thinkin' it was after [Gm] me.
Must be paranoid to blame, wonder why the police don't wanna see me stackin' G's.
They after a [Eb] player, but I will never capture me.
I gotta thank [F] the Lord for the weed and the nicotine.
I [Gm] can't sleep, close my eyes and see wicked things.
I keep my pistol by my bedside, one in the chamber, [Eb] reoccupy what I'm inside.
My life's in danger, [F] rollin' down the four-five.
Beware strangers, [Gm] hand on my .45,
that's what the flame does.
I'm probably wrong, but I'll never know until I'm [Eb] gone.
From out the gutter where the jealous motherfuckers [F] roam.
Past the weed, let that Hennessy lead to [Gm] me before the penitentiary.
I see no changin', all I see is racist faces.
[Eb] All I see is racist faces.
[F] That's the way it is.
And that's how it's supposed to be.
How can it ever [Gm] take my brother if he's close to me?
I see no changin', all I see is racist faces.
[Eb] All I see is racist faces.
But [F] some things will never change.
Try to sell a [Gm] nice old blade, but it's springin' in the dark.
I keep rockin' like a machete, reminiscing on my past [Eb] years.
Cause shit was hectic on me last year,
[F] years that I've been off for death.
My heart was [Gm] wrecked, the underline causin' my arrest.
My life was stressed, and no rest forever weary.
My eyes [Eb] stay teary for all the brothers that I buried in the [F] cemetery.
Shit is scary, I black on black crime, legendary.
[Gm] But at times, unnecessary.
I'm gettin' run from tear drops and closed caskets.
The police [Eb] strikes large drastic,
and certain death for us ghetto [F] bastards.
What can we do when we're arrested?
But open [Gm] fire, life in the pen ain't for me,
cause I'd rather die, but don't cry through your despair.
I [Eb] wonder if the Lord still cares for us niggas on [F] warfare.
And who cares if we survive?
The [Gm] only time he notice a nigga is when he's clutchin' on his own body.
I see no changin', all I see is racist [Eb] faces.
All I see is racist faces.
[F] That's the way it is.
How can the devil _ [Gm] take my brother if he's close to me?
I see no changin', all I see is racist [Eb] faces.
All I see is racist faces.
[F] But some things will never change.
Try to show [Gm] a nice old way, but you're spankin' in the dark.
That's the way it is.
[Eb] That's the way it is.
_ [F]
Some things will never change.
[Gm] Yeah, that's just the way it is.
Word up, we gotta [Eb] make a change.
_ _ [F]