Ghost Chords by 2Pac

The only [Gm] way for me to get come back is by Macarthur.
Ask me, all you motherfuckers stole from me.
_ Taking back what's mine.
_ _ _ You motherfuckers can't stop me.
Even if I die, I'm a fucking problem. _
_ _ _ _ _ We'll have it back, _ _ _ _ _ _ you [Eb] feel me?
[Gm] Some say I'm crazy, these punk ass cops can't fade me.
Mama tried to raise me but had too many babies.
Papa was a motherfucking show.
Used to find dope in his coat and nearly choke.
When he tell me not to smoke, damn, don't get me started.
My mama smoked so goddamn much when she was pregnant.
I'm surprised I ain't retarded.
At night I can't sleep, count deep as they pass through the glass.
And my niggas fall deep, staring at the wall, heard a scream.
[Cm] Wake up [Gm] in the morning, see the blood in the hall [Cm] from the murder [Gm] scene.
Don't cry, just ask why.
[Cm] And try [Gm] not to die as I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby.
On the corner, where the niggas slang they crack.
In the undercovers, jack those that don't rock.
Stay back, I daydream about the dope world.
Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirl.
My moss burr goes boom, pumps another plug.
[Eb] Snatching drugs, [Gm] pumping slugs in these other thugs.
Give it up, nigga.
Don't run out of breath.
Every step could be death to your blast.
And be the last nigga left.
Don't cry, just ask why.
[C] And try [Gm] not to die as I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby.
Don't cry, just ask why.
And try not to die as I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby.
A seven-deuce full of niggas, gold spy.
Lord, I was tripping the second time they rolled by.
Recognize the flakes, the faces look familiar.
But everybody swear they know the nigga that's gonna kill ya.
Don't murder me, murder me.
Kill a nigga in his sleep.
Let me die as I rest in peace.
Deep back to these niggas in the seven-deuce.
I'm back ten out the window, about to let it loose.
What could I do?
Roll for cover and return fire.
Die, motherfucking die.
Hope your ass [Eb] fry.
Don't [Gm] ask why.
But I let off everything I had.
An empty clip hit the ground as a nigga dashed.
On my ass was the motherfucking cops now.
Barely breathing, trying to keep from getting shot down.
Who cares what's to stay until it's by?
Still running like a nigga got nine lives.
Don't know why, but I'm running to my fucking block.
Took a shot, tired of running from the niggas and the cops.
Time to be a ghost.
[A] Hey, get it, motherfucker!
[Gm] _
And then we'll [Am] be ghosts.
[Gm] Don't cry, just ask why.
[C] And try [Gm] not to die as I take you through a ghetto [Cm] nigga's [Gm] lullaby.
Don't cry, just ask why.
And try not to die as I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby. Lullaby.
_ Yeah. _
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_ _ _ Fuck the police. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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