Chords for The saddest song of 2Pac

_ Powerful, powerful.
_ [Eb] Now [Bbm] our friend has got security up the ass. _ _
[Abm] _ _ _ There's not going to be a next [F] time.
_ Hey, hey, hey, hey, take it easy when you talk to me, [Ebm] okay?
I told you a long time ago, you fucking little monkey, not to [Bbm] fuck me!
Hey, [Gb] hey, who the fuck do you think you're talking to, huh? _
[Abm] Who the fuck do you think I am, you fucking dumbass? _ _ _ _
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[F] I'm sorry, man. _ _ _ _
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[Ebm] _ _ _ _ _ I'm [B] _
[Bbm] _ [Gb] _ _ sorry, man. _ _
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[Fm] Nigga, talk [F] a lot of non-shit, I'll do the nought.
I won't, get ready for it.
[Ebm] Now there ain't a next time.
There ain't a next [Bbm] _ [Gb] _ time.
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[Abm] Now there ain't a next time.
Now there ain't a next time. _ _ _
_ There ain't a next time.
Now there ain't a next time.
I'm gonna go to war, that's what they give me. _
[Ebm] Rattling clams give me loving when I'm high.
I'm an outlaw, baby, I'll be thugging till I die.
[Bbm] In my drop [Gb] top double off like [Bbm] this a rap star
Bustin' like a crack fiend, feelin' catch [Abm] me
Go ask somebody to your show, watch niggas up sight
On my night scope, cookin' white [Fm] dope
Got my [F] nigga 25 to light, stretch out
Tryna have all the better things in life
One [Ebm] Machiavelli, a four liter, ten millimeter
Stage a nigga's future like a schizophrenic palm reader
[Db] Heed from [Gb] out the Bible I read
See them niggas shall inherit the earth
And the strong elite, [Abm] hittin' D like it's alright
I'm in the studio, makin' music all night
My [F] enemies cry whenever I rise
They hate it to the death
Tryna beat me out my last breath
What you gonna [Ebm] do?
I'm a galaxian, I'm a black [B] man
[Gb] I'm a [Db] galaxian, _ _ [Gb] _ _
[Abm] _ _ _ I'm a black man
_ _ _ _ _ _ Who's to blame [Ebm] for my wine frame?
Poverty is money, gang
Got me feelin' for rhythm
Wantin' to kill for a taste [Bbm] of fame
He [Gb] callin' dreams of illest dreams
Front page magazine
Livin' life like a love [Abm] queen
But instead I'm havin' nightmares
They call him outlawed premonitions
Of premeditated [F] missions
Living conditions suspicious
So they got me on the hit list
Wishin' that I was slipped like a wet [Ebm] bitch
But it's the time, nigga
And I've been waitin' for years
I put my grind in, nigga
I see you smokin'
[Bbm] Cause I got [Gb] what you wanna smoke
My every calculated move
Is a nail to your coffin
Now what you [Abm] don't know
Is I got 16 point holla
Thugged out female ball shot parlor
[F] Now what you gonna do
With your busted ass roots
When my niggas come for you? _
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[Gb] _ Now what you gonna [Bbm] do? _ _ _ _
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