Chords for 2Pac - Fire On My Target (ft. Prodigy)

That old rail
_ _ Catch a fucking bullet nigga [F] you go hit your ass up, you [Fm] know, bitch _ _ _ _
Fucking dust kicker who can you trust do you have to hard to see a nigga before you bust?
My [F] name is spoken on the tongue.
[Fm] So some folks bus and motherfuckers out the box
I ain't even go now
How the hell do you explain my claim to fame from doing feast the bus and tricks out the fucking Frank got these bitches on my
Chop niggas on my block jealous and suckers gotta duck in for my smoking clock and bust a niggas ass
Let's tell your love skinny ass player watching bigger motherfuckers rock.
They ask me I'm living
I'm a hussle fucking busters today
Lord forgive me the Hennessy got me not knowing how to act.
I'm falling and I can't turn back
Until my death you walk away _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] I
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_ [Fm] _ _ [F] Don't think the people got that shit [Fm] for y'all peoples the rock to scurrying up pots of brew in Hell's Kitchen
I chef done possible
You serve hot plates all across the unified states sit down and sub with the top rap raps
We the streets just watching boy move Dylan J
You better walk like the niggas going to tightrope do it for me in a Pagani chair
My shirt locker with fresh with my bed [C] and in Tim's we out of [Fm] here
Push it to the limit like Montana day army bags full of money bulletproof
This [F] it net to put some on [Fm] the roof you can be shooting from windows.
We in [A#m] touchable
[Fm] Yeah, we is rich sons.
This stuff clubs make albums that click more than your little
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Lights up
I'm getting sweaty bodies and the [F] covers who cannot got my mama's
[Fm] Gotta get paid with all the former that's attached
[C#] We're in the club [F] like the lot he's a could be my last for my blast when it's time to shoot
Don't even ask that's the consequences when you're living bad.
[Fm] Don't turn around.
I ain't giving up
Please say don't worry me pussy ass
Who's gonna bury me they got me running from the police know where to go with the lights up rolling down the dust
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_ _ Let it go with the lights up rolling down the dust [F] bowl, but I ain't going to love
I'm not gonna [Fm] be above it.
I'm about to fire on my [F] target
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