Chords for 2Pac - Ghost [Legendado] HD

[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ The only way to come back is by Macabre.
That's it.
All you motherfuckers stole from me.
_ _ Taken back with my murder.
_ _ _ You motherfuckers can't stop me.
Even if I die, I'm gonna be the fucking problem. _
_ _ _ _ _ Real. _
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[Eb] _ [Gm] Some say I'm crazy, these broke 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 D, as they pass through the glass.
And my niggas fall deep, staring at the wall, heard a scream.
[Cm] Wake up in [Gm] the morning, see the blood in the halls from [Cm] 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 sling they crack in the undercover shack.
Those that don't watch, they back out, they dream about the dope world.
Take a puff from the button whilst the smoke swirl.
My ma's sperm goes boom, I'm another [Eb] plug.
Snatching [Gm] drugs, pumping slugs in these other thugs.
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.
And try 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.
Thought I was tripping the second time they rolled by.
Recognize the plates, 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.
Back to these niggas in the seven-deuce.
I'm acting out the window, bout to let it loose.
What could I do?
Off a cover and return fire.
Die, motherfucking die.
Hope your ass fry, don't ask why.
But I'll let off everything I have.
An empty clip hit the ground as a nigga dash.
On my ass was the motherfucking cops now.
Barely breathing, trying to keep from getting shot down.
Yeah, I was the sound bullet, whiz 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.
Hey, get him!
[Cm] Put the fuck [Gm] up!
And then [C] we'll be [Gm] ghosts.
Don't cry, just ask why.
And try not to die as I take you through a [Cm] ghetto 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. _ _ _ _ _
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