Chords for Boosie Badazz "Letter 2 Pac" (WSHH Exclusive - Official Music Video)
Tempo:
131.95 bpm
Chords used:
Em
Am
G
E
C#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Em]
[Am] [G]
[Em] My letter to Tupac.
[Am] [G] First [Em]
of all I won't let you know that you [Am] really miss and [G] probably never be nobody better [Em] real shit.
All through my life you [E] inspire me dog.
[Am] When you die I [G] really cry.
I wanted to ride for you [Em] dog.
Say Pac, I be going through it just like [Am] you.
Police hate me, government [G] officials, they hate me too.
[Em] People compare me to [E] you, but I never ask for that [Am] glory.
But I do feel like [G] we one of a kind with similar [Em] stories.
They call this hustle shit, this crap shit.
South running [Am] rap shit.
Half these [G] rappers wouldn't even make it if you was [Em] rapping Pac.
The dudes you used to beef with, they [E] blew up for real.
[Am] That boy Jay Z, [G] he eating, he damn near touching the [Em] bill.
Unconditional love dear mama, I ain't mad at you, my [Am] favorite song.
Say Pac, [Em] when I listen to them I wish that you was home.
Pac, they charge me with murders, mace me in [Am] my cell.
Still [G] I got high on that bitch [Em] everyday Pac, LOL.
Your mama smiling, she even got her own [Am] college.
You served a purpose, you [G] gave millions of kids with nothing, [Em] knowledge.
Guess what?
Shug just hit a nigga in the car, [Am] heard he killed the nigga.
Pac [G] now he say he going blind.
I hope [Em] he beat them bitches.
They still got money for walls but they can't feed the [Am] poor.
We got a black [G] president now Pac, but we still ain't got more.
[Em] It's crazy.
I just wish I had some time to make [Am] a hit with you.
My oldest [G] daughter Iva say, daddy that's all you [Em] listen to.
I hate the cops just like you hate the cops.
[Am] I can act in Hollywood but [G] down won't give me no shot.
My bad, my name [Em] Boots.
People don't even buy CDs [E] no more Pac.
[Am] Teenagers ain't [G] even fighting, man they squeezing and [Em] knocking.
Anyway, save a spot for me.
I wish you had Google, [Am] can't really tell you in [G] this letter but it's a lot to know about Boots.
[Em] I'm the truth, Pac.
Police shooting us down [E] on TV now.
[Am] It's starting to feel like [G] 1968 in [Em] 3D, Pac.
SMH, I fucked two hoes off Toss It Up last night.
[Am] And they let me [G] press record.
I went dumb last night.
[Em] Smile.
But anyway, you probably tired so [Am] I'ma let you go.
Thanks for [G] everything you got me through.
[Em] 100.
I remain [N] the same, Bootsy Baddick.
[C#m]
[Am] [G]
[Em] My letter to Tupac.
[Am] [G] First [Em]
of all I won't let you know that you [Am] really miss and [G] probably never be nobody better [Em] real shit.
All through my life you [E] inspire me dog.
[Am] When you die I [G] really cry.
I wanted to ride for you [Em] dog.
Say Pac, I be going through it just like [Am] you.
Police hate me, government [G] officials, they hate me too.
[Em] People compare me to [E] you, but I never ask for that [Am] glory.
But I do feel like [G] we one of a kind with similar [Em] stories.
They call this hustle shit, this crap shit.
South running [Am] rap shit.
Half these [G] rappers wouldn't even make it if you was [Em] rapping Pac.
The dudes you used to beef with, they [E] blew up for real.
[Am] That boy Jay Z, [G] he eating, he damn near touching the [Em] bill.
Unconditional love dear mama, I ain't mad at you, my [Am] favorite song.
Say Pac, [Em] when I listen to them I wish that you was home.
Pac, they charge me with murders, mace me in [Am] my cell.
Still [G] I got high on that bitch [Em] everyday Pac, LOL.
Your mama smiling, she even got her own [Am] college.
You served a purpose, you [G] gave millions of kids with nothing, [Em] knowledge.
Guess what?
Shug just hit a nigga in the car, [Am] heard he killed the nigga.
Pac [G] now he say he going blind.
I hope [Em] he beat them bitches.
They still got money for walls but they can't feed the [Am] poor.
We got a black [G] president now Pac, but we still ain't got more.
[Em] It's crazy.
I just wish I had some time to make [Am] a hit with you.
My oldest [G] daughter Iva say, daddy that's all you [Em] listen to.
I hate the cops just like you hate the cops.
[Am] I can act in Hollywood but [G] down won't give me no shot.
My bad, my name [Em] Boots.
People don't even buy CDs [E] no more Pac.
[Am] Teenagers ain't [G] even fighting, man they squeezing and [Em] knocking.
Anyway, save a spot for me.
I wish you had Google, [Am] can't really tell you in [G] this letter but it's a lot to know about Boots.
[Em] I'm the truth, Pac.
Police shooting us down [E] on TV now.
[Am] It's starting to feel like [G] 1968 in [Em] 3D, Pac.
SMH, I fucked two hoes off Toss It Up last night.
[Am] And they let me [G] press record.
I went dumb last night.
[Em] Smile.
But anyway, you probably tired so [Am] I'ma let you go.
Thanks for [G] everything you got me through.
[Em] 100.
I remain [N] the same, Bootsy Baddick.
[C#m]
Key:
Em
Am
G
E
C#m
Em
Am
G
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ My letter to Tupac.
[Am] _ _ _ [G] First _ _ [Em] _
_ of all I won't let you know that you [Am] really miss and [G] probably never be nobody better [Em] real shit.
All through my life you [E] inspire me dog.
[Am] When you die I [G] really cry.
I wanted to ride for you [Em] dog.
Say Pac, I be going through it just like [Am] you.
Police hate me, government [G] officials, they hate me too.
[Em] People compare me to [E] you, but I never ask for that [Am] glory.
But I do feel like [G] we one of a kind with similar [Em] stories.
They call this hustle shit, this crap shit.
South running [Am] rap shit.
Half these [G] rappers wouldn't even make it if you was [Em] rapping Pac.
The dudes you used to beef with, they [E] blew up for real.
[Am] That boy Jay Z, [G] he eating, he damn near touching the [Em] bill.
_ Unconditional love dear mama, I ain't mad at you, my [Am] favorite song.
Say Pac, [Em] when I listen to them I wish that you was home.
Pac, they charge me with murders, mace me in [Am] my cell.
Still [G] I got high on that bitch [Em] everyday Pac, LOL.
Your mama smiling, she even got her own [Am] college.
You served a purpose, you [G] gave millions of kids with nothing, [Em] knowledge.
Guess what?
Shug just hit a nigga in the car, [Am] heard he killed the nigga.
Pac [G] now he say he going blind.
I hope [Em] he beat them bitches.
They still got money for walls but they can't feed the [Am] poor.
We got a black [G] president now Pac, but we still ain't got more.
[Em] It's crazy.
I just wish I had some time to make [Am] a hit with you.
My oldest [G] daughter Iva say, daddy that's all you [Em] listen to.
I hate the cops just like you hate the cops.
[Am] I can act in Hollywood but [G] down won't give me no shot.
My bad, my name [Em] Boots.
_ People don't even buy CDs [E] no more Pac.
[Am] Teenagers ain't [G] even fighting, man they squeezing and [Em] knocking.
Anyway, save a spot for me.
I wish you had Google, [Am] can't really tell you in [G] this letter but it's a lot to know about Boots.
[Em] I'm the truth, Pac.
Police shooting us down [E] on TV now.
[Am] It's starting to feel like [G] 1968 in [Em] 3D, Pac.
SMH, I fucked two hoes off Toss It Up last night.
[Am] And they let me [G] press record.
I went dumb last night.
[Em] Smile.
But anyway, you probably tired so [Am] I'ma let you go.
Thanks for [G] everything you got me through.
[Em] 100.
_ I remain [N] the same, Bootsy Baddick. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ My letter to Tupac.
[Am] _ _ _ [G] First _ _ [Em] _
_ of all I won't let you know that you [Am] really miss and [G] probably never be nobody better [Em] real shit.
All through my life you [E] inspire me dog.
[Am] When you die I [G] really cry.
I wanted to ride for you [Em] dog.
Say Pac, I be going through it just like [Am] you.
Police hate me, government [G] officials, they hate me too.
[Em] People compare me to [E] you, but I never ask for that [Am] glory.
But I do feel like [G] we one of a kind with similar [Em] stories.
They call this hustle shit, this crap shit.
South running [Am] rap shit.
Half these [G] rappers wouldn't even make it if you was [Em] rapping Pac.
The dudes you used to beef with, they [E] blew up for real.
[Am] That boy Jay Z, [G] he eating, he damn near touching the [Em] bill.
_ Unconditional love dear mama, I ain't mad at you, my [Am] favorite song.
Say Pac, [Em] when I listen to them I wish that you was home.
Pac, they charge me with murders, mace me in [Am] my cell.
Still [G] I got high on that bitch [Em] everyday Pac, LOL.
Your mama smiling, she even got her own [Am] college.
You served a purpose, you [G] gave millions of kids with nothing, [Em] knowledge.
Guess what?
Shug just hit a nigga in the car, [Am] heard he killed the nigga.
Pac [G] now he say he going blind.
I hope [Em] he beat them bitches.
They still got money for walls but they can't feed the [Am] poor.
We got a black [G] president now Pac, but we still ain't got more.
[Em] It's crazy.
I just wish I had some time to make [Am] a hit with you.
My oldest [G] daughter Iva say, daddy that's all you [Em] listen to.
I hate the cops just like you hate the cops.
[Am] I can act in Hollywood but [G] down won't give me no shot.
My bad, my name [Em] Boots.
_ People don't even buy CDs [E] no more Pac.
[Am] Teenagers ain't [G] even fighting, man they squeezing and [Em] knocking.
Anyway, save a spot for me.
I wish you had Google, [Am] can't really tell you in [G] this letter but it's a lot to know about Boots.
[Em] I'm the truth, Pac.
Police shooting us down [E] on TV now.
[Am] It's starting to feel like [G] 1968 in [Em] 3D, Pac.
SMH, I fucked two hoes off Toss It Up last night.
[Am] And they let me [G] press record.
I went dumb last night.
[Em] Smile.
But anyway, you probably tired so [Am] I'ma let you go.
Thanks for [G] everything you got me through.
[Em] 100.
_ I remain [N] the same, Bootsy Baddick. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _