Chords for 2Pac ft. 50 Cent, Eminem - Unstoppable (Motivation Training 2020)
Tempo:
88.35 bpm
Chords used:
Bbm
Bb
Gb
Ab
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
I'm
[Bbm] Know that [Bb] you
[Bb] [Bbm]
[Gb] [Ab]
[Bb] [Bbm] [C]
[Bb]
[C]
[Gb] [Ab]
[Bb] [Bbm] [C]
[Bb]
[Gb] Named
Follow the [Ab] one that me got my own plan
[Bbm]
Know that you
[Gb] [Ab] [Bb]
[Bbm] Have a nigga frontal let you have it when the shots go off top [C] saying 50 back in it
I'm allergic to the feathers on these bird ass niggas front and I put your brains on that curve [Bb] fast nigga
And I [Bbm] spray shit no frowns from that HK.
I'll [Bb] play bitch move like [Gb] a militant back on that
[Ab]
[Bbm] It's a problem
Out looking like candles [Bbm] you fuck around I blow your brains on my new York Times run home
Come to the sports section and read your mind.
It's just you should feel when that get busted crime scene
You end
[Gb] [Ab]
[Gb] [Ab]
[Bb]
[Bbm]
[Gb] up in that black
[Ab] I
[Bbm] Speak that you notice that sort of unique cuz you know, it's me
My [Bb] poetry's deep and I'm still mad [Bbm] at the way I floated his beat.
You can't sit still
It's like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep.
I'm strapped.
It's known any minute I could snap
I'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush
[Gb] Rappers a bad lyrical me.
It ain't even funny.
I ain't even hungry.
It ain't even money
You [Bbm]
to play me it's like a man you just ain't zany enough to my crusade my noodle was cockadoodle my clock
Scoot I got screws loose.
Yeah the whole kid
It's no room.
I'm new.
No, assume it.
It's no humor in it.
No [Gb] more, you know
[Bbm]
[Bb]
[Bbm]
So let's sit in heaven I will never stop
[Ab] [Bbm]
That love in the studio just love listening for the right kick
But while we in here and you got every you got like eight rappers here that might drink it is smoking shit
And get that beat pop it.
Don't think it's gonna track you catch everybody freestyling.
Don't think it's gonna track
That's the name of the song is whatever this nigga said
It's what last world was do it put down that we finish walk out by being list to like this
[Gb] If we like that look they can make a hug come back [Ab] out here.
No, it's
[Bbm] Know that [Bb] you
[Bb] [Bbm]
[Gb] [Ab]
[Bb] [Bbm] [C]
[Bb]
[C]
[Gb] [Ab]
[Bb] [Bbm] [C]
[Bb]
[Gb] Named
Follow the [Ab] one that me got my own plan
[Bbm]
Know that you
[Gb] [Ab] [Bb]
[Bbm] Have a nigga frontal let you have it when the shots go off top [C] saying 50 back in it
I'm allergic to the feathers on these bird ass niggas front and I put your brains on that curve [Bb] fast nigga
And I [Bbm] spray shit no frowns from that HK.
I'll [Bb] play bitch move like [Gb] a militant back on that
[Ab]
[Bbm] It's a problem
Out looking like candles [Bbm] you fuck around I blow your brains on my new York Times run home
Come to the sports section and read your mind.
It's just you should feel when that get busted crime scene
You end
[Gb] [Ab]
[Gb] [Ab]
[Bb]
[Bbm]
[Gb] up in that black
[Ab] I
[Bbm] Speak that you notice that sort of unique cuz you know, it's me
My [Bb] poetry's deep and I'm still mad [Bbm] at the way I floated his beat.
You can't sit still
It's like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep.
I'm strapped.
It's known any minute I could snap
I'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush
[Gb] Rappers a bad lyrical me.
It ain't even funny.
I ain't even hungry.
It ain't even money
You [Bbm]
to play me it's like a man you just ain't zany enough to my crusade my noodle was cockadoodle my clock
Scoot I got screws loose.
Yeah the whole kid
It's no room.
I'm new.
No, assume it.
It's no humor in it.
No [Gb] more, you know
[Bbm]
[Bb]
[Bbm]
So let's sit in heaven I will never stop
[Ab] [Bbm]
That love in the studio just love listening for the right kick
But while we in here and you got every you got like eight rappers here that might drink it is smoking shit
And get that beat pop it.
Don't think it's gonna track you catch everybody freestyling.
Don't think it's gonna track
That's the name of the song is whatever this nigga said
It's what last world was do it put down that we finish walk out by being list to like this
[Gb] If we like that look they can make a hug come back [Ab] out here.
No, it's
Key:
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Bb
Gb
Ab
C
Bbm
Bb
Gb
I'm
[Bbm] _ Know that [Bb] you _
[Bb] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Gb] _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
[Gb] _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Gb] Named
_ Follow the [Ab] one that me got my own plan
[Bbm] _
_ _ _ Know that you _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Gb] _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ [Bb] _
[Bbm] Have a nigga frontal let you have it when the shots go off top [C] saying 50 back in it
I'm allergic to the feathers on these bird ass niggas front and I put your brains on that curve [Bb] fast nigga
And I [Bbm] spray shit no frowns from that HK.
I'll [Bb] play bitch move like [Gb] a militant back on that
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
_ [Bbm] It's a problem
Out looking like candles [Bbm] you fuck around I blow your brains on my new York Times run home
Come to the sports section and read your mind.
It's just you should feel when that get busted crime scene
You end _ _
[Gb] _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Gb] _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Gb] up in that black
_ [Ab] I _ _ _
[Bbm] Speak that you notice that sort of unique cuz you know, it's me
My [Bb] poetry's deep and I'm still mad [Bbm] at the way I floated his beat.
You can't sit still
It's like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep.
I'm strapped.
It's known any minute I could snap
I'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush
[Gb] Rappers a bad lyrical me.
It ain't even funny.
I ain't even hungry.
It ain't even money
You [Bbm]
to play me it's like a man you just ain't zany enough to my crusade my noodle was cockadoodle my clock
Scoot I got screws loose.
Yeah the whole kid _
It's no room.
I'm new.
No, assume it.
It's no humor in it.
No [Gb] more, you know _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _ _
_ _ So let's sit in heaven I will never stop
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ [Bbm]
That love in the studio just love listening for the right kick
But while we in here and you got every you got like eight rappers here that might drink it is smoking shit
And get that beat pop it.
Don't think it's gonna track you catch everybody freestyling.
Don't think it's gonna track
That's the name of the song is whatever this nigga said
It's what last world was do it put down that we finish walk out by being list to like this
_ [Gb] If we like that look they can make a hug come back [Ab] out here.
No, it's _ _ _ _
[Bbm] _ Know that [Bb] you _
[Bb] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Gb] _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
[Gb] _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Gb] Named
_ Follow the [Ab] one that me got my own plan
[Bbm] _
_ _ _ Know that you _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Gb] _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ [Bb] _
[Bbm] Have a nigga frontal let you have it when the shots go off top [C] saying 50 back in it
I'm allergic to the feathers on these bird ass niggas front and I put your brains on that curve [Bb] fast nigga
And I [Bbm] spray shit no frowns from that HK.
I'll [Bb] play bitch move like [Gb] a militant back on that
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
_ [Bbm] It's a problem
Out looking like candles [Bbm] you fuck around I blow your brains on my new York Times run home
Come to the sports section and read your mind.
It's just you should feel when that get busted crime scene
You end _ _
[Gb] _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Gb] _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Gb] up in that black
_ [Ab] I _ _ _
[Bbm] Speak that you notice that sort of unique cuz you know, it's me
My [Bb] poetry's deep and I'm still mad [Bbm] at the way I floated his beat.
You can't sit still
It's like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep.
I'm strapped.
It's known any minute I could snap
I'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush
[Gb] Rappers a bad lyrical me.
It ain't even funny.
I ain't even hungry.
It ain't even money
You [Bbm]
to play me it's like a man you just ain't zany enough to my crusade my noodle was cockadoodle my clock
Scoot I got screws loose.
Yeah the whole kid _
It's no room.
I'm new.
No, assume it.
It's no humor in it.
No [Gb] more, you know _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _ _
_ _ So let's sit in heaven I will never stop
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ [Bbm]
That love in the studio just love listening for the right kick
But while we in here and you got every you got like eight rappers here that might drink it is smoking shit
And get that beat pop it.
Don't think it's gonna track you catch everybody freestyling.
Don't think it's gonna track
That's the name of the song is whatever this nigga said
It's what last world was do it put down that we finish walk out by being list to like this
_ [Gb] If we like that look they can make a hug come back [Ab] out here.
No, it's _ _ _ _