Chords for Big L - Deadly Combination feat. Tupac Shakur
Tempo:
91.25 bpm
Chords used:
Abm
Bb
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Yes, indeed.
It's the Mixed Kingz.
Run G.
I got [N] something the world ain't ready for.
New York City, L.A., Chicago, Atlanta, [Abm]
D.C., Detroit, New [Bb] Orleans.
Y'all know the deal.
[N] Leave us.
[Eb] [Abm]
Yeah, nigga.
Yeah.
That's right.
Baby.
This how we do it.
Follow me.
Tell me if you feel me.
I think niggas is trying to kill me.
Picturing piss, spitting hollow points and they grill me.
Keeping it real.
And even if I do conceal my criminal thoughts.
Riyaka power keeping still.
See niggas is false.
Sitting in court, turn stitches.
They used to be real.
But now they petrify bitches and try to be strong.
They sending armies out to bomb me.
Listen to wrong.
The only DJ that can calm me.
Constantly on.
My firepower keep me warm.
I'm trapping the storm.
And fuck the world until I'm gone.
Bitch, he wrong.
Word is born, you'll get torn.
I'm busting on Juliana.
He rubbing my niggas wrong.
And then it's on.
Before I leave, bitch, it me.
I'm spitting that punk.
Bitches been hustling to be free.
Watch me set it.
Niggas don't own it.
You can get it, bet it.
Make these jealous niggas mad.
I said it.
This Thug Life, nigga.
We don't cater to you hoes.
Fuck with me.
Have a hundred motherfuckers at your door.
With four bows.
Yeah, nigga.
Thug Life.
I be that young, fruity, flat, smooth, glorious kid.
A bad boy, just like Notorious Big.
A Rockefeller like Sean Conner.
With more games than Ron Harper.
The bomb sparker after Slash on Rumpa.
While y'all be on the corners, bum being high.
I be out buying the finest shit money can buy.
You wish you was in the position that I'm in.
Hot rhyming.
Diamond shining.
Morning draft signing.
My lifestyle is far out.
Every week bring a different car out.
I go to nightclubs and buy the bar out.
Oh, cause I keep clean.
I'm large on the street scene.
Every time I touch mics, you hear all the freaks scream.
Yeah, yeah, Big Al Harlem's finest.
Yeah, the nigga who hold it down for uptown.
This how we do it out here on this underground real shit, nigga.
This is the heat, nigga.
Now rewind this motherfucker.
You know you can't help it.
It's a hella combination, boy.
[N]
It's the Mixed Kingz.
Run G.
I got [N] something the world ain't ready for.
New York City, L.A., Chicago, Atlanta, [Abm]
D.C., Detroit, New [Bb] Orleans.
Y'all know the deal.
[N] Leave us.
[Eb] [Abm]
Yeah, nigga.
Yeah.
That's right.
Baby.
This how we do it.
Follow me.
Tell me if you feel me.
I think niggas is trying to kill me.
Picturing piss, spitting hollow points and they grill me.
Keeping it real.
And even if I do conceal my criminal thoughts.
Riyaka power keeping still.
See niggas is false.
Sitting in court, turn stitches.
They used to be real.
But now they petrify bitches and try to be strong.
They sending armies out to bomb me.
Listen to wrong.
The only DJ that can calm me.
Constantly on.
My firepower keep me warm.
I'm trapping the storm.
And fuck the world until I'm gone.
Bitch, he wrong.
Word is born, you'll get torn.
I'm busting on Juliana.
He rubbing my niggas wrong.
And then it's on.
Before I leave, bitch, it me.
I'm spitting that punk.
Bitches been hustling to be free.
Watch me set it.
Niggas don't own it.
You can get it, bet it.
Make these jealous niggas mad.
I said it.
This Thug Life, nigga.
We don't cater to you hoes.
Fuck with me.
Have a hundred motherfuckers at your door.
With four bows.
Yeah, nigga.
Thug Life.
I be that young, fruity, flat, smooth, glorious kid.
A bad boy, just like Notorious Big.
A Rockefeller like Sean Conner.
With more games than Ron Harper.
The bomb sparker after Slash on Rumpa.
While y'all be on the corners, bum being high.
I be out buying the finest shit money can buy.
You wish you was in the position that I'm in.
Hot rhyming.
Diamond shining.
Morning draft signing.
My lifestyle is far out.
Every week bring a different car out.
I go to nightclubs and buy the bar out.
Oh, cause I keep clean.
I'm large on the street scene.
Every time I touch mics, you hear all the freaks scream.
Yeah, yeah, Big Al Harlem's finest.
Yeah, the nigga who hold it down for uptown.
This how we do it out here on this underground real shit, nigga.
This is the heat, nigga.
Now rewind this motherfucker.
You know you can't help it.
It's a hella combination, boy.
[N]
Key:
Abm
Bb
Eb
Abm
Bb
Eb
Abm
Bb
_ _ Yes, indeed.
It's the Mixed Kingz.
Run G.
I got [N] something the world ain't ready for.
New York City, L.A., Chicago, Atlanta, [Abm]
D.C., Detroit, New [Bb] Orleans.
Y'all know the deal.
[N] Leave us.
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Abm] _
Yeah, nigga.
_ Yeah.
That's right. _
Baby.
This how we do it.
Follow me.
Tell me if you feel me.
I think niggas is trying to kill me.
Picturing piss, spitting hollow points and they grill me.
Keeping it real.
And even if I do conceal my criminal thoughts.
Riyaka power keeping still.
See niggas is false.
Sitting in court, turn stitches.
They used to be real.
But now they petrify bitches and try to be strong.
They sending armies out to bomb me.
Listen to wrong.
The only DJ that can calm me.
Constantly on.
My firepower keep me warm.
I'm trapping the storm.
And fuck the world until I'm gone.
Bitch, he wrong.
Word is born, you'll get torn.
I'm busting on Juliana.
He rubbing my niggas wrong.
And then it's on.
Before I leave, bitch, it me.
I'm spitting that punk.
Bitches been hustling to be free.
Watch me set it.
Niggas don't own it.
You can get it, bet it.
Make these jealous niggas mad.
I said it.
This Thug Life, nigga.
We don't cater to you hoes.
Fuck with me.
Have a hundred motherfuckers at your door.
With four bows.
_ _ Yeah, nigga.
Thug Life.
I be that young, fruity, flat, smooth, glorious kid.
A bad boy, just like Notorious Big.
A Rockefeller like Sean Conner.
With more games than Ron Harper.
The bomb sparker after Slash on Rumpa.
While y'all be on the corners, bum being high.
I be out buying the finest shit money can buy.
You wish you was in the position that I'm in.
Hot rhyming.
Diamond shining.
Morning draft signing.
My lifestyle is far out.
Every week bring a different car out.
I go to nightclubs and buy the bar out.
Oh, cause I keep clean.
I'm large on the street scene.
Every time I touch mics, you hear all the freaks scream.
Yeah, yeah, Big Al Harlem's finest.
Yeah, the nigga who hold it down for uptown.
This how we do it out here on this underground real shit, nigga.
This is the heat, nigga.
Now rewind this motherfucker.
You know you can't help it.
It's a hella combination, boy. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
It's the Mixed Kingz.
Run G.
I got [N] something the world ain't ready for.
New York City, L.A., Chicago, Atlanta, [Abm]
D.C., Detroit, New [Bb] Orleans.
Y'all know the deal.
[N] Leave us.
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Abm] _
Yeah, nigga.
_ Yeah.
That's right. _
Baby.
This how we do it.
Follow me.
Tell me if you feel me.
I think niggas is trying to kill me.
Picturing piss, spitting hollow points and they grill me.
Keeping it real.
And even if I do conceal my criminal thoughts.
Riyaka power keeping still.
See niggas is false.
Sitting in court, turn stitches.
They used to be real.
But now they petrify bitches and try to be strong.
They sending armies out to bomb me.
Listen to wrong.
The only DJ that can calm me.
Constantly on.
My firepower keep me warm.
I'm trapping the storm.
And fuck the world until I'm gone.
Bitch, he wrong.
Word is born, you'll get torn.
I'm busting on Juliana.
He rubbing my niggas wrong.
And then it's on.
Before I leave, bitch, it me.
I'm spitting that punk.
Bitches been hustling to be free.
Watch me set it.
Niggas don't own it.
You can get it, bet it.
Make these jealous niggas mad.
I said it.
This Thug Life, nigga.
We don't cater to you hoes.
Fuck with me.
Have a hundred motherfuckers at your door.
With four bows.
_ _ Yeah, nigga.
Thug Life.
I be that young, fruity, flat, smooth, glorious kid.
A bad boy, just like Notorious Big.
A Rockefeller like Sean Conner.
With more games than Ron Harper.
The bomb sparker after Slash on Rumpa.
While y'all be on the corners, bum being high.
I be out buying the finest shit money can buy.
You wish you was in the position that I'm in.
Hot rhyming.
Diamond shining.
Morning draft signing.
My lifestyle is far out.
Every week bring a different car out.
I go to nightclubs and buy the bar out.
Oh, cause I keep clean.
I'm large on the street scene.
Every time I touch mics, you hear all the freaks scream.
Yeah, yeah, Big Al Harlem's finest.
Yeah, the nigga who hold it down for uptown.
This how we do it out here on this underground real shit, nigga.
This is the heat, nigga.
Now rewind this motherfucker.
You know you can't help it.
It's a hella combination, boy. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _