Chords for 2pac-Gangsters paradise

_ [Ab] I'm caught up [F] in this sickness, I've got my [G] habits set, but slipping [C] left a witness,
Wednesday if [Ab] they'll catch me, or will this [F] nigga sniff, should I [G] shoot his bitch, or
make the [C] nigga rich, don't wanna [Ab] commit murder, but then they [F] got me trapped, walking [G] while
I'm walking, and talking behind [Eb] my back, I'm bound to [Ab] get you printed, I'm in this [Bb] shit
you printed, cause that's the [G] wheel of fortune, it's my [Eb] chance to spin it, got no [Ab] time for
the cops, or cause they [F] try to catch me, do fucking [G] trick or act, to let them [C] suckers
snatch me, niggas [Ab] get you jealous, trying to [F] find my stash, with a [G] banana, now I'm a
dime [C] off your ass, you can [Ab] pick your pepper, but I can [F] pick a, punk, casting [G] like a, bitch
and threw him [C] in the, trunk, the fuck thought [Ab] I was bluffing, but play him [F] nothing nice,
before I [G] take your life, first wrestle [C] with these, mics, I listen [Ab] to his screams, and
I know he [Bb] went insane, I get the [G] little, mics at all the [Eb] founders, bringing the world
a [Ab] spoonie over, I'm saying [Bb] he should've been, remember that [G] little, girl he sniffed a [Eb] toaster,
bringing this trouble [Ab] on my mind, I'm with the [Bb] whole time, the fuck [G] father, he [Eb] shaved
his scollops, [Ab] and I'm sick, I want to say, [Bb] _ [G] I'm going to the ground, I want to go [Cm]
to the
day, [Ab] damn mama, they sentenced [F] me to death, today's [G] my final day, I'm counting [C] every breath,
I'm better [Ab] cause I'm dying, so much [F] I haven't seen, I know [G] you never dreamed, your baby
[C] will be dead at [Ab] sixteen, I got beats [F] for sick society, that [G] doesn't give a shit, [C] if they
too quick to say [Ab] goodbye to me, and tell [F] me the preacher's there for me, [G] he's a crook
with a book, [C] that motherfucker never [Ab] cared for me, [F] he's only here to be sure, [G] I don't
drop a dime to [C] God, about the crimes he's [Ab] committing on the poor, and all [F] these people
who judge me, [G] thank my peers, and in [C] all these years, they [Ab] never loved me, I [F] never
got to be a man, must [G] be part of some big plan, [C] to keep a nigga in the [Ab] state pen, and
to my [F] homies out worrying, [G] motherfuckers, please [C] declare, are these Aryan [Ab] motherfuckers,
cause when [Bb] they got you locked up, [G] they got you trapped, [Eb] you better off getting [Ab] shot up,
I'm [Bb] convinced self-defense is the [G] way, we say [Eb] slap like a cat, and [Ab] PJ's got a, I [Bb] wish
I would've known while I was [G] out there, now I'm straight [Eb] baby for the check,
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_ [Ab] _ _ [F] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _
[Ab] Yeah mama, [F] big cats don't understand me, I [G] turned to a life of crime, cause [C] I can't
stand a broken family, [Ab] mom who used to touch me, [F] I never told you back, [G] scared what you
might do, [C] I couldn't hold you back, I [Ab] can't get deep inside, [F] and let you do my anger,
[G] I'm down for all my homies, [C] no mercy for a stranger, [Ab] for brother and myself, it's 16
as well, [G] it's hard to adapt, when you're [Eb] black and you're trapped in a [Ab] living hell, [C] I couldn't
let [Ab] him catch me, instead of living sad [Cm] in jail, I could've died free [Ab] and happy, and
my cellmates raced on [G] the dome, to pass around [C] the gore, you can hear it, [Ab] assholes, get me
gone, they made me an animal, can't sleep, instead [Cm] of cow to sheep, niggas count me cannibal,
[Ab] and that's how it is, in the game, turn gold to [C] gold, and your soul [Ab] is your best friend,
my mama prayed for me, tell the lord to make [Eb] way for me, prepare any [C] day for [Ab] me, cause
when they come for me, they find a struggle, I [C] should've tapped my finger, breath from
[Cm] your jugular, [Ab] but you get to never lose hope, I found my buddy [C] hanging dead