Life Goes On Chords by 2Pac

[G] _ _ How many brothers [D] fell victim to the street?
[Em] Rest in peace, young [D] lady, there's a heaven for it.
[G] Be a liar if I told you that I never thought it.
My niggas, we the last ones left.
But life goes on.
How many brothers [D] fell victim to the street?
[Em] Rest in peace, young [D] lady, there's a heaven for it.
[G] Be a liar if I told you that I never thought it.
My niggas, we the last ones left. _
Life goes on.
As I bail through the empty [D] halls,
breath stinking in [E] my drawers.
Ring, ring, [D] ring, quiet, y'all. _
[G] Incoming [C] calls.
Plus, it's my [G] homie from high school.
He [B] didn't buy.
It's time [G] to worry another brother.
Nobody's problem.
Life is a baller.
[D] Alcohol and booty [Em] calls.
He used [D] to do them as [G] adolescents.
[C] We'd get caught.
Raise the [G] sheets.
Blow out and blaze the weed.
Get on the roof, let's get smoked out and blazed with me.
Two in the morning [D] and we still high.
[Em] Assed out.
Screaming, [D] duck till I die [G] before I pass [C] out.
_ But now that [G] you're gone, I'm in this zone [B] thinking,
I don't want to [G] die all alone.
But now you're gone.
And all I [D] got left is stinking [Em] memories.
I love them [D] niggas to death.
I'm [G] drinking [C] Hennessy while trying to [G] make it last.
I [Dm] drink a fifth for that [G] ass when you pass.
Because life goes on.
How many brothers [D] fell victim to the street?
[Em] Rest in peace, young [D] nigga.
There's a heaven for you.
[G] Be alive.
If I told you that I never thought it.
[Am] My [D] niggas, we the last [G] ones left.
But life goes on.
How many brothers [D] fell victim to the street?
[Em] Rest in peace, young [D] nigga.
There's a heaven [G] for you.
Be alive.
If I told you that I never thought it.
My [Dm] niggas, we [G] the last ones left.
And life goes on.
Yeah, nigga, I [Bm] got the word.
It's hell.
You [Em] blue trowel and the [Bm] judge gave you 45 with an [C] L.
Time to [G] prepare to do fair time.
Won't be parole.
[A] Imagine life as [C] a convict that's [G] getting old.
Plus with the drama [D] with looking out for your [Em] baby's mama.
Taking bread [D] while keeping cheap [G] tricks from getting [C] on her.
Life in the [G] hood is all good for [A] nobody.
Remember [G] gaming on dumb hotties that's nobody.
Me and you, no [D] true or true.
While [Em] scheming on hits and getting [D] tricks that maybe we
can [G] slot and shoot.
But now you're blurry.
Rest, nigga, because I ain't worried.
I [A] loved saying [C] goodbye at the [G] cemetery.
Though memories [Bm] fade.
I [Em] got your name tatted on my arm so [D] we both [G] run through my
[C] dying days before I [G] say goodbye.
[Dm] Kato and mental, [A] rest in [G] peace. _ _ _
_ _ How many brothers [D] fail victim to the [Em] street?
Rest in peace, young [Bm] nigga.
As the [G] heaven pours, I'll be alive.
If I told you that I never thought of that, [A] my nigga,
we the last [E] ones left.
And [G] life goes on.
How many brothers [D] fail victim to the street?
[Em] Rest in peace, young [D] nigga.
As the heaven pours, [G] I'll be alive.
If I told you that I never thought of that, my nigga,
we the last ones left.
Because life goes on.
Bury me smiling [D] with jeans in my pocket.
Have [Em] a party at my [G] funeral.
Let every rapper rock it.
Let [C] the hoes that I used to [G] know from way before [A] kiss me from
my head to [G] my throat.
Give me a paper, a pen so [D] I can write about my [Em] life of sin.
A couple of [D] bottles of gin in [G] case I don't get [C] in.
Tell all my people [G] I'm a rider.
Nobody cries when we die.
We outlaws, let me ride.
Until I [D] get free, _ I live [Em] my life in the fat [D] land.
Got [G] police chasing [C] me.
And my niggas [G] from old blocks, from old boots.
Niggas, they got me through back in the old school.
Pour out some liquor, [D] have a toast for the homies.
[Em] See, we both gotta [D] die.
But you chose to [G] go before me.
[C] And brothers miss you [G] while you're gone.
You [Dm] left your nigga [A] on his own.
How [G] long we moan?
Life goes on.
How many brothers [D] fail victim to the street?
[Em] Rest in peace, young [D] nigga.
As the heaven pours, [C] I'll be alive.
If I [G] told you that I never thought of that, my nigga,
we the last ones left. _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [E] I feel you, [D] nigga, trust me.
I feel [G]
you.
You know what I mean?
_ _ Last year, _ we poured out liquor for you. _ _
_ This year, nigga, life goes [D] on.
You can [Em] clock me out, get [Bm] money.
_ _ [G] _
[C] These vague bitches, [G] vague tricks.
Get flagged, there's [A] plenty of spats.
[G] _ Banksy's what's represented for you, baby.
_ _ [D] _ Next time you see [Em] your niggas, we're gonna be on [D] the top. _ _
[C] You're gonna be like, God [G] _ damn. _
Niggas [A] scared, bro.
[D] That's right, baby.
Life [Gm] goes on.
How many brothers [D] fail victim to the street?
[Em] Rest in peace, young [G] nigga.
As the heaven pours, [C] I'll be alive.
If I [G] told you that I never thought of that, my nigga,
we the last ones left.
And life goes on.
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