Chords for 2Pac - Death Row (HD)

Tempo:
88 bpm
Chords used:

F#m

Bm

F#

B

G#

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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2Pac - Death Row (HD) chords
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[F#] [D] [B]
[F#] Nigga, you still fuckin' [Bm] talkin'?
You nigga still [F#m] breathin'?
You fuckin' roaches?
Aight.
[F#] [F#m] Put that fuckin' gun down now!
[D] I got you, motherfucker.
[F#m] [Bm]
[F#] Growing up was an [Bm] inner city, brother, where every [F#m] bumper had a fox and a [Bm] mother.
I was the product of a [F#] union lover.
Nobody [D] knew I'd be pitched through.
And since my fox ever knew [B] me, my family didn't know what to [F#] do with me.
Was I somebody they [Bm] despised?
[F#m] Curious look in their eyes, as if they wanted it for better or a lot.
But, oh, [Bm] mama, they control me.
[F#m] Quit trying to save my soul.
I wanna blow with my [F#] old man.
A ticket time bomb, ain't nobody [F#m] save me.
Back in the 380 and [B] finger from the [F#] space.
Such a scoundrel, but it don't matter.
I'm a [F#m] groove shot.
From shot from all the [B] books I said,
[F#] Fool's got.
I'm tired of being a nice guy.
[F#m] I've been fooling my life, but don't know [B] quite why.
[F#] So they label me a woman, take a [G#] care less.
[F#m] Never success is what I quest, cause I'm failing.
So lay it out.
Strings of death [Bm] roll down like [F#m] it ain't nothing.
Yeah.
[Bm] Strings of [F#m] death roll down.
Cause I'll put you [B] down like it ain't nothing.
[Bm] Strings of death [F#m] roll down.
Cause I'll put you [G#] down like [F#m] it ain't nothing.
Yeah.
[Bm] Strings of [F#m] death roll down.
Cause I'll put you [G#] down like it ain't nothing.
[D] Strings of [F#] death roll down.
I'm smarter than [D] Mary, and I'm even more stressed.
Wearing a vest, [Bm] open that damn end at my [F#] chest.
Butch too [Bm] young to fight the bullet.
[F#m] And in the trigger, I see my old bitch on my [G#] eyes.
This time I [F#] pull it.
I hope I [Bm] live to be a man.
[F#m] Be part of some big [B] plan to keep a brother and his [F#] snake pen.
Got repaid [Bm] over the years, I done [F#m] sacked many.
Proving [G#] wrong those who swore I wasn't [F#] ready for it.
Now they gotta cope.
[F#m] Since it's the only thing I [B] know.
It's difficult to [F#] let it go.
I'm [G#] struggling to lose my head cause I'm [F#m] worried.
Hustling to keep from getting [B] buried.
[F#] DJ Meemaw.
But now I gotta move on way down.
[F#m] Can't be sucking for the [B] spray the way I lay down.
[F#] My [G#] homie lost his family.
[F#m] Snap, shot up at the block to bring him [Bm] back.
The [F#m] Streets of Death.
But now I [G#] cheap down, right, [F#m] Gary?
Now, yeah.
[Bm] Streets of [F#m] Death.
Cause now I cheap [Bm] down, right, Gary?
Now.
Streets of [F#m] Death.
Cause now I cheap [Bm] down, right, [F#m] Gary?
Now, yeah.
[Bm] Streets of [F#m] Death.
Cause now [Bm] I cheap down, right, Gary?
Now.
[D] Streets [F#] of Death.
I'm dangerous with [Bm] drunk.
I only drink clear [F#m] gin, makes me sin [B] Unable to think clear, [F#] in the sea
Makes me think my [Bm] enemy is getting close, [F#m] no full force
Got me [G#] shooting at a ghost [F#] Some call me crazy, but this is what you gave me
[D] I'm of the babies who [Bm] raised up on this slavery [F#] I scored a vest and it was just to kill her [Bm] stress
[F#m] Moved out west and I invested all her bets [F#] Low she sat upon a bullet in a chest
[F#m] Split to breath by a [B] brother who was hopeless Blow up rope on a [G#] rope of insanity
[F#m] I only drink the smoke and come in [G#] from a broken family
[F#] Jayne Memo, I'm sick of being tired [F#m] Sick of this science, [B] my back
Ain't no [F#] time to fight it Tell push, but stop [G#] working cause I'm [F#m] fed
Tired of hearing these voices in my [Bm] head The [F#m] streets are dead cause I'll [G#] beat you down
Like [F#m] gay men, yeah
[Bm] The streets are [F#m] dead cause I'll beat you [B] down Like [Bm] gay men, yeah
The streets are [F#m] dead cause I'll beat you [G#] down Like [F#m] gay men, yeah
[Bm] The streets are [F#m] dead cause I'll beat you [Bm] down Like gay men, yeah
[D] [F#]
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Let's start jamming Kah-Lo, Riton - Fake I.D chords, familiarize yourself with these chords - B, F#, F#m, Bm, F#m and G# in sequence. A strategic approach would be to train at 44 BPM initially, and then accelerate to the song's tempo of 88. Align the capo with your vocal depth and chord choice, bearing in mind the song's original key: F# Minor.

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[F#] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [B] _
[F#] Nigga, you still fuckin' [Bm] talkin'?
You nigga still [F#m] breathin'?
You fuckin' roaches?
Aight.
[F#] _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ Put that fuckin' gun down now!
[D] I got you, motherfucker.
[F#m] _ _ _ [Bm]
[F#] Growing up was an [Bm] inner city, brother, where every [F#m] bumper had a fox and a [Bm] mother.
I was the product of a [F#] union lover.
Nobody [D] knew I'd be pitched through.
And since my fox ever knew [B] me, my family didn't know what to [F#] do with me.
Was I somebody they [Bm] despised?
[F#m] Curious look in their eyes, as if they wanted it for better or a lot.
But, oh, [Bm] mama, they control me.
[F#m] Quit trying to save my soul.
I wanna blow with my [F#] old man.
A ticket time bomb, ain't nobody [F#m] save me.
Back in the 380 and [B] finger from the [F#] space.
Such a scoundrel, but it don't matter.
I'm a [F#m] groove shot.
From shot from all the [B] books I said,
[F#] Fool's got.
I'm tired of being a nice guy.
[F#m] I've been fooling my life, but don't know [B] quite why.
[F#] So they label me a woman, take a [G#] care less.
[F#m] Never success is what I quest, cause I'm failing.
So lay it out.
Strings of death [Bm] roll down like [F#m] it ain't nothing.
Yeah.
[Bm] Strings of [F#m] death roll down.
Cause I'll put you [B] down like it ain't nothing.
[Bm] _ Strings of death [F#m] roll down.
Cause I'll put you [G#] down like [F#m] it ain't nothing.
Yeah.
[Bm] Strings of [F#m] death roll down.
Cause I'll put you [G#] down like it ain't nothing.
_ [D] Strings of [F#] death roll down.
I'm smarter than [D] Mary, and I'm even more stressed.
Wearing a vest, [Bm] open that damn end at my [F#] chest.
Butch too [Bm] young to fight the bullet.
[F#m] And in the trigger, I see my old bitch on my [G#] eyes.
This time I [F#] pull it.
I hope I [Bm] live to be a man.
[F#m] Be part of some big [B] plan to keep a brother and his [F#] snake pen.
Got repaid [Bm] over the years, I done [F#m] sacked many.
Proving [G#] wrong those who swore I wasn't [F#] ready for it.
Now they gotta cope.
[F#m] Since it's the only thing I [B] know.
It's difficult to [F#] let it go.
I'm [G#] struggling to lose my head cause I'm [F#m] worried.
Hustling to keep from getting [B] buried.
[F#] DJ Meemaw.
But now I gotta move on way down.
[F#m] Can't be sucking for the [B] spray the way I lay down.
[F#] My [G#] homie lost his family.
[F#m] Snap, shot up at the block to bring him [Bm] back.
The [F#m] Streets of Death.
But now I [G#] cheap down, right, [F#m] Gary?
Now, yeah.
[Bm] Streets of [F#m] Death.
Cause now I cheap [Bm] down, right, Gary?
Now.
_ Streets of [F#m] Death.
Cause now I cheap [Bm] down, right, [F#m] Gary?
Now, yeah.
[Bm] Streets of [F#m] Death.
Cause now [Bm] I cheap down, right, Gary?
Now.
[D] Streets [F#] of Death.
I'm dangerous with [Bm] drunk.
I only drink clear [F#m] gin, makes me sin [B] Unable to think clear, [F#] in the sea
Makes me think my [Bm] enemy is getting close, [F#m] no full force
Got me [G#] shooting at a ghost [F#] Some call me crazy, but this is what you gave me
[D] I'm of the babies who [Bm] raised up on this slavery [F#] I scored a vest and it was just to kill her [Bm] stress
[F#m] Moved out west and I invested all her bets [F#] Low she sat upon a bullet in a chest
[F#m] Split to breath by a [B] brother who was hopeless Blow up rope on a [G#] rope of insanity
[F#m] I only drink the smoke and come in [G#] from a broken family
[F#] Jayne Memo, I'm sick of being tired [F#m] Sick of this science, [B] my back
Ain't no [F#] time to fight it Tell push, but stop [G#] working cause I'm [F#m] fed
Tired of hearing these voices in my [Bm] head The [F#m] streets are dead cause I'll [G#] beat you down
Like [F#m] gay men, yeah
[Bm] The streets are [F#m] dead cause I'll beat you [B] down Like [Bm] gay men, yeah
The streets are [F#m] dead cause I'll beat you [G#] down Like [F#m] gay men, yeah
[Bm] The streets are [F#m] dead cause I'll beat you [Bm] down Like gay men, yeah
_ [D] _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _

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This song finds its place within the Foreign Ororo album.

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