Chords for Tupac Tribute R.I.P *RARE TUPAC SONG*

[Ebm] _ _ Dupont Shakur passed away [Bbm] today at University Medical Center at approximately 4 [Db].03pm.
[B] Physicians have listed the [Gb] cause of death as respiratory failure and cardiopulmonary [Ebm] arrest.
_ Mr.
Shakur's [Bbm] body has been removed from the hospital and [B] funeral arrangements are pending.
[Db] I got shot.
[Gb] I always thought I got shot.
But [Bm] I didn't think it was going to happen at that [Gb] particular [Bb] moment.
_ [Eb]
Fuck all y'all.
[Ebm] Fuck all y'all.
[Bbm] I don't need [Gb] nobody.
Fuck all [B] y'all.
Fuck em.
Fuck all y'all.
[Gb] _ _
Fuck all [Ebm] y'all.
Money gone, fuck friends.
I need a homie that [Bbm] know me when all these motherfucking cops be on me.
I [B] got problems, ain't nobody calling back.
Now [Gb] what the fuck is happening [Ebm] with my balling cat?
Remember me, I'm your homie that was down abroad.
[Bbm] Sipping Hennessy, hanging with the clowns and all.
We [B] used to do is drink brew, screw.
They come and do we [Gb] have, get your smile dozens.
We [Ebm] fucking cutting as you can throw your middle finger if you feel me low.
A [Bbm] nigga just got paid and we still was broke.
It [B] took time, but finally the cash was mine.
All [Gb] the rewards of a hustler stuck in the ground.
[Ebm] Look around and all I see is snakes and fakes.
The [Bbm] site's scabbing this, waiting to take a hustler's face.
And [B] when you're stuck, where the fuck is all your friends?
They [Gb] straight busted and can't be [Ebm] trusted.
Fuck y'all.
_ Fuck [Bbm] all y'all, man.
Fuck all [B] y'all.
I need [Gb] nobody.
I'm sipping Tangleray and choosing [Ebm] lucky youths.
Cause I'm a hopeless thug.
[Bbm] Ain't no love, reminiscing on our close.
We bounce way [B] back in the deck before they put the crack in the wake.
[Ebm] And hey, how much money can you stack in the deck?
It's getting rough to let calls for my niggas and cunts.
I [Bbm] reckon like we used to ball, now just nippings and up.
[B] I sledge all in the winter, summer, spring and fall.
[Ebm] Blood for life, sprawled all across the wall.
And all about my dollars make me wanna holla, [Bbm] drop an album,
sell a million, give a fuck about tomorrow.
[Db] I know [B] it's getting crazy after Dark Egg March.
[Gb] Keep on up in the pocket, ain't no fear in my heart.
[Ebm] What's going on in the ghetto, still struggling to thrive.
[Bbm] I still roll with the heater, smoking chocolate.
Die [B] in 94, I'll be going solo.
Too many [Gb] problems of my own, so I'm rolling dolo.
Fuck all [Ebm] y'all.
_ _ _ [Bbm] _ _
I [B] _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ went from bragging to riches.
[Ebm] Quit to socializing with the [Bbm] baddest bitches.
Went from a bucket to a rag with switches.
[B] I'm seeing death around the corner.
I'm from [Gb] Pretoria, doing 90 cause I [Ebm] wanna.
I'm getting high like I slid in with some chocolate.
[Bbm] Time is in some Indonesia.
Watch me fry, and even though [B] I know the cops behind me.
Hit the [Ebm] beat and up, I continue doing 90.
Will I get caught?
Another ticket, get the kick in and caught.
[Bbm] Fuck the law, give a shit, I'm even worse than before.
[B] I know they wanna see a nigga buried, but I ain't [Gb] worried.
Still throwing these thangs, got me locked in these [Ebm] chains.
And hey nigga, what the fuck is you wailing about?
[Bbm] Soon as I hit the cell, I'll be bailing out.
[B] And when I hit the streets, I'm in the rush.
The [Gb] ball is swimming, thug life nigga.
[Ebm] Fuck y'all.
_ _ Fuck [Bbm] all y'all man.
Fuck [B] all y'all.
_ I need [Gb] nobody.
Fuck all y'all.
[Ebm] _ _ Fuck [Bbm] all the hard copy and the first [B] edition.
And the [Abm] daily news, [Ebm] and the New York Post, all those motherfuckers.
Fuck all y'all.
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