Chords for 2PAC - BULLET TO THE BRAIN (SABIMIXX) 2018

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2PAC - BULLET TO THE BRAIN (SABIMIXX) 2018 chords
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[G] [D]
[Gm] [Eb] [D]
[Gm] [Eb] Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
[Gm]
[Eb] [Gm]
[Eb] [D]
[G] [Eb] [D]
[G] [Eb] [A]
[G] [Eb]
[G] [Eb] [A]
[G] Like, hey, Billy, [Eb] they don't feel me, so if you [D] bring a war to the city, we need to wrap [G] death before dishonor
Never let you swallow me, no apologies
[A] Yeah, I'm a, a [G] genuine war, I'm the first to bomb
With war, I trust the killers with the full shit
Have any hope?
I'm similar, just a dog
Sometimes I go too insane, [E] like James Freddy for that bass [Bb] bang
Stuck in the game, I [G] hit the scene like a sad soul
The track's on, [Bb] watch it, I take the pick up, [Gm] 30 niggas who all got me
[G] I take the pick up, [A] 30 niggas who all [Gm] got me
[Eb] [D]
[Gm] Automatic gunfire, bullet to the brain
[Eb] We know this trick, [Gm] bullet to the brain
I'm rolling my clip, I'm watching every bullet spit
When [Eb] I get them niggas die from [Gm] automatic gunfire
Bullet to the brain, ready for whatever
[Eb] Going to hell, [Gm] ready for whatever
Niggas die from automatic gunfire
It's almost [Eb] quiet, nobody cry, [Gm] every man gotta die
When they bury me, they bury me in shit
Rest [Eb] in peace to all the homies, got to have them [Gm] before me
Want some liquor on the girl or them niggas just gone
[Eb] Had a motherfucking war, but he didn't know [Gm] the cause
I'm a cane in the fast lane, finally dry [Eb] eyes
When I die, bury [D] me in room of 45
[Gm] And let the devil feel the wrath of a nigga
Going [Eb] to hell, I'm a female [D] on the strip
[Gm] Blood come and get me, get me
[Eb] Blood [D] come and [G] get me
[Eb] [D]
[G] While bitches wonder me, who's shouting?
No love, [Eb] keep a crush
Slugs like my mom, Kodak
[G] Murder my friends, build a new boss
We take shots and [Eb] pocket rocks
And go fly that nigga like Rocket
You [G] got a lot of nerve to blame me
I'm another gay rapper, busting hats with Jay-Z
It's still a boy capture, while y'all caught up in the rapture
Still ask me, [C] I'm in Jamaica, sipping [D] daiquiris
No gift, we [G] used to have it, nothing
Been grabbing something, been bucking
I [A] wanted to be the dog jigger, let an old man work it
I [G] can't do a thing, clutching cases, litigation
[Eb] Niggas play it, got me cooking it on 50 steaks
I'm [G] screaming snap bro, throw my west side, ain't no thing
[A] We was raised on a dime, boss, brought up to bang
We [G] play it mild, MVP, MVP specific
We [C] control all cash [D] from Atlantic, Pacific
And get [G] this, I'm going to kill
When I'm being with this hot [A] spot
Father, how the hell did [Bb] I survive?
Five [G] shots, miserable, give it up
And like the [Bb] Emmys, late night, feel the [Eb] squeeze
We control it [G] all
[A] We control it all
[G] We control it all
We control it all
We [Eb] control it [Dm] all [Gm] Automatic gunfire
Bullets in the brain
[Eb] We know when it's [Gm] tricking
Bullets in the brain
I'm rolling my clip
I'm watching every bullet spit
When [Eb] I get them niggas die from [Gm] automatic gunfire
Bullets in the brain
Ready for whatever
[Eb] Going to hell
[Gm] Ready for whatever
Niggas die from automatic gunfire
It's time to [Eb] expire, nobody cry
[Gm] Every man gotta die
When they bury me, they bury me a sheep
Rest [Eb] in peace to all the homies
Got to have a look [Gm] from me
Pour some liquor on the girl
Or them niggas get caught
[Eb] Had a motherfucking war
[Dm] Thought he'd been ridiculed
Love [Gm] a cane in the fast lane
Finally it's dry [Eb] eyes
When I die, bury [D] me with a .45
[Gm] And let the devil feel the wrath of a nigga
Going [Bb] to hell
I'mma feed my [D] homies and strip it
[Gm] Lord, come and get me
[Eb] [D]
[G] [Eb] [D]
[G] Back in the ghetto, slow picky
[A] Bang, die, die slow Motherfucker
[G] Bang, die, die slow
Now I'm forgetting
[Bb] No need to explain
You die slow
Die, [G] die, die slow
Die, die, [A] die slow
Mm, [Gm] die, die slow
[C] My life, it's [D] a little different
[G] Bust, the first to bust
Who do we crush?
Alpha, Ma, B, and Jay [A]-Z Damon, Dutch
I [G] told you fucks that I was after Biggie
You got home
[C] Now we about to bust it all, [D] yo
You're going all [G] out with us
The first to bust
Who do we crush?
[A] Alpha, Ma, B, and Jay [Bb]-Z Damon, Dutch
I [G] told you fucks that I was after Biggie
You got home
[Bb] Now we about to bust it all, [D] yo
We're going all [G] out
All out, all out, all out
[Eb] All out, [Bb] all out, all out
We're going all [G] out
All out, all out, all out
[Eb] All out, [D] all out, all out
I'm [Gm] at a gunfire
Mullet tip of brain
[Eb] Ring on the trigger
[Gm] Mullet tip of brain
I'm holding my clip
I'm watching every bullet spit
When I [Eb] kill them niggas
Die from [Gm] automatic gunfire
Mullet tip of brain
Ready for whatever
[Eb] Going to hell
[Gm] Ready for whatever
Niggas die from automatic gunfire
It's almost [Eb] quiet, nobody cry
[Gm] Every man gotta die
When they bury me, they bury me in shit
Rest [Eb] in peace to all the homies
Got to have them [Gm] before me
Pour some liquor on the girl
Or the nigga's just gone
[Eb] Had a motherfucking war
But he didn't wanna [Gm] go
I'm a cane in the fast lane
Finally dry [Eb] eyes
When I die, bury [D] me
Put my throat [Gm] fire
And let the devil feel the wrath of a nigga
Going [Eb] to hell
On my feet, [D] molded and stripped
Lord, come and get me
[Eb] [D] [G] [Eb] [D]
[G] [Eb] [D]
[G] [Eb]
[G] [A]
[G] [Eb] [N]
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_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [D] _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ [Eb] Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
_ [Gm] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Gm] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [D] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [D] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [A] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [A] _ _
[G] _ Like, hey, Billy, [Eb] they don't feel me, so if you [D] bring a war to the city, we need to wrap [G] death before dishonor
Never let you swallow me, no apologies
[A] Yeah, I'm a, a [G] genuine war, I'm the first to bomb
With war, I trust the killers with the full shit
Have any hope?
I'm similar, just a dog
Sometimes I go too insane, [E] like James Freddy for that bass [Bb] bang
Stuck in the game, I [G] hit the scene like a sad soul
The track's on, [Bb] watch it, I take the pick up, [Gm] 30 niggas who all got me
[G] _ _ I take the pick up, [A] 30 niggas who all [Gm] got me
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [D] _
[Gm] Automatic gunfire, bullet to the brain
[Eb] We know this trick, [Gm] bullet to the brain
I'm rolling my clip, I'm watching every bullet spit
When [Eb] I get them niggas die from [Gm] automatic gunfire
Bullet to the brain, ready for whatever
[Eb] Going to hell, [Gm] ready for whatever
Niggas die from automatic gunfire
It's almost [Eb] quiet, nobody cry, [Gm] every man gotta die
When they bury me, they bury me in shit
Rest [Eb] in peace to all the homies, got to have them [Gm] before me
Want some liquor on the girl or them niggas just gone
[Eb] Had a motherfucking war, but he didn't know [Gm] the cause
I'm a cane in the fast lane, finally dry [Eb] eyes
When I die, bury [D] me in room of 45
[Gm] And let the devil feel the wrath of a nigga
Going [Eb] to hell, I'm a female [D] on the strip _
[Gm] Blood come and get me, get me
[Eb] Blood _ [D] come and [G] get me
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [D] _
[G] While bitches wonder me, who's shouting?
No love, [Eb] keep a crush
Slugs like my mom, Kodak
[G] Murder my friends, build a new boss
We take shots and [Eb] pocket rocks
And go fly that nigga like Rocket
You [G] got a lot of nerve to blame me
I'm another gay rapper, busting hats with Jay-Z
It's still a boy capture, while y'all caught up in the rapture
Still ask me, [C] I'm in Jamaica, sipping [D] daiquiris
No gift, we [G] used to have it, nothing
Been grabbing something, been bucking
I [A] wanted to be the dog jigger, let an old man work it
I [G] can't do a thing, clutching cases, litigation
[Eb] Niggas play it, got me cooking it on 50 steaks
I'm [G] screaming snap bro, throw my west side, ain't no thing
[A] We was raised on a dime, boss, brought up to bang
We [G] play it mild, MVP, MVP specific
We [C] control all cash [D] from Atlantic, Pacific
And get [G] this, I'm going to kill
When I'm being with this hot [A] spot
Father, how the hell did [Bb] I survive?
Five [G] shots, miserable, give it up
And like the [Bb] Emmys, late night, feel the [Eb] squeeze
We control it [G] all
_ _ _ [A] _ We control it all
[G] We control it all
We control it all
We [Eb] control it [Dm] all [Gm] Automatic gunfire
Bullets in the brain
[Eb] We know when it's [Gm] tricking
Bullets in the brain
I'm rolling my clip
I'm watching every bullet spit
When [Eb] I get them niggas die from [Gm] automatic gunfire
Bullets in the brain
Ready for whatever
[Eb] Going to hell
[Gm] Ready for whatever
Niggas die from automatic gunfire
It's time to [Eb] expire, nobody cry
[Gm] Every man gotta die
When they bury me, they bury me a sheep
Rest [Eb] in peace to all the homies
Got to have a look [Gm] from me
Pour some liquor on the girl
Or them niggas get caught
[Eb] Had a motherfucking war
[Dm] Thought he'd been ridiculed
Love [Gm] a cane in the fast lane
Finally it's dry [Eb] eyes
When I die, bury [D] me with a .45
[Gm] And let the devil feel the wrath of a nigga
Going [Bb] to hell
I'mma feed my [D] homies and strip it
[Gm] Lord, come and get me
_ [Eb] _ _ [D] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [D] _
[G] Back in the ghetto, slow picky
[A] Bang, die, die slow Motherfucker
[G] Bang, die, die slow
Now I'm forgetting
[Bb] No need to explain
You die slow
Die, [G] die, die slow
Die, die, [A] die slow
Mm, [Gm] die, die slow
[C] My life, it's [D] a little different
[G] Bust, the first to bust
Who do we crush?
Alpha, Ma, B, and Jay [A]-Z Damon, Dutch
I [G] told you fucks that I was after Biggie
You got home
[C] Now we about to bust it all, [D] yo
You're going all [G] out with us
The first to bust
Who do we crush?
[A] Alpha, Ma, B, and Jay [Bb]-Z Damon, Dutch
I [G] told you fucks that I was after Biggie
You got home
[Bb] Now we about to bust it all, [D] yo
We're going all [G] out
All out, all out, all out
[Eb] All out, [Bb] all out, all out
We're going all [G] out
All out, all out, all out
[Eb] All out, [D] all out, all out
I'm [Gm] at a gunfire
Mullet tip of brain
[Eb] Ring on the trigger
[Gm] Mullet tip of brain
I'm holding my clip
I'm watching every bullet spit
When I [Eb] kill them niggas
Die from [Gm] automatic gunfire
Mullet tip of brain
Ready for whatever
[Eb] Going to hell
[Gm] Ready for whatever
Niggas die from automatic gunfire
It's almost [Eb] quiet, nobody cry
[Gm] Every man gotta die
When they bury me, they bury me in shit
Rest [Eb] in peace to all the homies
Got to have them [Gm] before me
Pour some liquor on the girl
Or the nigga's just gone
[Eb] Had a motherfucking war
But he didn't wanna [Gm] go
I'm a cane in the fast lane
Finally dry [Eb] eyes
When I die, bury [D] me
Put my throat [Gm] fire
And let the devil feel the wrath of a nigga
Going [Eb] to hell
On my feet, [D] molded and stripped _
Lord, come and get me
_ [Eb] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [D] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [D] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [N] _