Chords for 2pac "My 45" (2019)
Tempo:
85.45 bpm
Chords used:
F
Bb
Db
Eb
Fm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Eb] That's Tupac.
I came from a crack mama high school dropout, look at me now.
Every time they throw an [F] obstacle in front of me, I face it, let everybody know how it feels while I'm going through it,
and [Bb] then hurting them, and let everybody see.
[F] Every time [Fm] it's come in front of me, I have an interview,
carry [G] everything that happened, do it, and overcome it.
[F] I came [C] to the club when my folks, [G] [Fm]
[Eb] [F] I came to the club when my folks died.
[Db] I [F]
came to the club when my folks, I [Bb] [Fm]
[Gm] came to the club when my [F] folks died.
I came to the [Eb] club to get [F] rid of the lies.
Murder, murder, my mind's state.
We [Bb] are the violent [F] homicides, drugs, and violence.
Crime, rape, dead pilots, and block parties, those are [Db] the best.
Guns firing up every choir, many [F] doors has.
Who can you blame to sustain what we [Bbm] did?
[Fm] Witness the evil that these [Eb] men do, [F] just stand through the fact that we are reasons,
niggas [Db] have to blame me for the fucking [G] fire when I [F] leave them.
This is the scene, I suppose, that's Elbow, and [Bb] folks with [Fm] scolds us,
and sit just in [Bb] depth with [F] your culture.
Spots, bags, and amateurs, that I [Db] have to bury.
I broke the law, and they go [F] all in the same slurry.
But never worry, they'll remember me through the greed, causing motherfuckers to [Bb] bleed.
To me, it's like that cop that [Fm] dropped that gate shit.
Not [Ab] like to [G] glorify him, but it's the [Fm] politics of it.
Came [C] to the club when my folks [Abm]
[Eb] [F] died.
[Db]
[F] And one time came to the club when my [Bb] [Ab]
[Bb] [G] [F] folks died.
[Db]
[F] Before I broke my eyes, I fantasized, and lived a [Bb] dream,
and now I [Db] wake and realize I'm just a [Eb] prisoner in [F] here.
Just to stay within [C] myself, keep the sickness of the [Db] past.
Exercise and visualize with everyone inside the [F] past.
Picture me blasted, surrounded by [Bbm] nasty madness.
[Db] Sit with the nasty, [Eb] harass, and murder [F] my ass.
Will I last, heaven to hell, freedom [Db] to jail.
Shit's hard, who can you [F] tell?
And if you smell, it's posse, and I'll bleed on the [Gm] freeway.
[Ab] When will they learn to take it [Bb] easy?
[F] Try bars and niggas die.
Murder [Db] without a moment, so I make it motherfuckers [F] cry.
Got me running, fuck this coward ass, crooked ass [G] cop.
Hella [Db] cop, it's fun to up her over, niggas, do these [Eb] drops.
Got the [Bb] bar to the corps, [F] my only thought is open fire.
Hit the [Fm] streets with your turnip, but fuck that [G] bitch, she's [F] alive.
Now it's time to expire, I see the dirt, spray the [C] pitch.
[G] Motherfuckers, it's crooked, it's what I scream and hit the [Eb] pitch.
I can root, [F] slick, and wick it, smitten, wild, to the plot thickest.
[Db] Never missing, the nerdy [Ab] grave is my [F] only vision.
If I die, never worry, bury me beside my profile.
Big time for Kimmy, I was [Bb] high.
[F] [Bb] [Ab] [Gm] [F] [Eb]
[F] [Bbm] [Fm]
[Bb] [F] [Db]
I came from a crack mama high school dropout, look at me now.
Every time they throw an [F] obstacle in front of me, I face it, let everybody know how it feels while I'm going through it,
and [Bb] then hurting them, and let everybody see.
[F] Every time [Fm] it's come in front of me, I have an interview,
carry [G] everything that happened, do it, and overcome it.
[F] I came [C] to the club when my folks, [G] [Fm]
[Eb] [F] I came to the club when my folks died.
[Db] I [F]
came to the club when my folks, I [Bb] [Fm]
[Gm] came to the club when my [F] folks died.
I came to the [Eb] club to get [F] rid of the lies.
Murder, murder, my mind's state.
We [Bb] are the violent [F] homicides, drugs, and violence.
Crime, rape, dead pilots, and block parties, those are [Db] the best.
Guns firing up every choir, many [F] doors has.
Who can you blame to sustain what we [Bbm] did?
[Fm] Witness the evil that these [Eb] men do, [F] just stand through the fact that we are reasons,
niggas [Db] have to blame me for the fucking [G] fire when I [F] leave them.
This is the scene, I suppose, that's Elbow, and [Bb] folks with [Fm] scolds us,
and sit just in [Bb] depth with [F] your culture.
Spots, bags, and amateurs, that I [Db] have to bury.
I broke the law, and they go [F] all in the same slurry.
But never worry, they'll remember me through the greed, causing motherfuckers to [Bb] bleed.
To me, it's like that cop that [Fm] dropped that gate shit.
Not [Ab] like to [G] glorify him, but it's the [Fm] politics of it.
Came [C] to the club when my folks [Abm]
[Eb] [F] died.
[Db]
[F] And one time came to the club when my [Bb] [Ab]
[Bb] [G] [F] folks died.
[Db]
[F] Before I broke my eyes, I fantasized, and lived a [Bb] dream,
and now I [Db] wake and realize I'm just a [Eb] prisoner in [F] here.
Just to stay within [C] myself, keep the sickness of the [Db] past.
Exercise and visualize with everyone inside the [F] past.
Picture me blasted, surrounded by [Bbm] nasty madness.
[Db] Sit with the nasty, [Eb] harass, and murder [F] my ass.
Will I last, heaven to hell, freedom [Db] to jail.
Shit's hard, who can you [F] tell?
And if you smell, it's posse, and I'll bleed on the [Gm] freeway.
[Ab] When will they learn to take it [Bb] easy?
[F] Try bars and niggas die.
Murder [Db] without a moment, so I make it motherfuckers [F] cry.
Got me running, fuck this coward ass, crooked ass [G] cop.
Hella [Db] cop, it's fun to up her over, niggas, do these [Eb] drops.
Got the [Bb] bar to the corps, [F] my only thought is open fire.
Hit the [Fm] streets with your turnip, but fuck that [G] bitch, she's [F] alive.
Now it's time to expire, I see the dirt, spray the [C] pitch.
[G] Motherfuckers, it's crooked, it's what I scream and hit the [Eb] pitch.
I can root, [F] slick, and wick it, smitten, wild, to the plot thickest.
[Db] Never missing, the nerdy [Ab] grave is my [F] only vision.
If I die, never worry, bury me beside my profile.
Big time for Kimmy, I was [Bb] high.
[F] [Bb] [Ab] [Gm] [F] [Eb]
[F] [Bbm] [Fm]
[Bb] [F] [Db]
Key:
F
Bb
Db
Eb
Fm
F
Bb
Db
[Eb] _ That's Tupac.
I came from a crack mama high school dropout, look at me now.
Every time they throw an [F] obstacle in front of me, I face it, let everybody know how it feels while I'm going through it,
and [Bb] then hurting them, and let everybody see.
[F] Every time [Fm] it's come in front of me, I have an interview,
carry [G] everything that happened, do it, and overcome it.
[F] I came [C] to the club when my folks, [G] _ [Fm] _ _
[Eb] _ [F] I came to the club when my folks died.
[Db] I [F] _
came to the club when my folks, I [Bb] _ [Fm] _ _
[Gm] _ came to the club when my [F] folks died.
I came to the [Eb] club to get [F] rid of the lies.
Murder, murder, my mind's state.
We [Bb] are the violent [F] homicides, drugs, and violence.
Crime, rape, dead pilots, and block parties, those are [Db] the best.
Guns firing up every choir, many [F] doors has.
Who can you blame to sustain what we [Bbm] did?
[Fm] Witness the evil that these [Eb] men do, [F] just stand through the fact that we are reasons,
niggas [Db] have to blame me for the fucking [G] fire when I [F] leave them.
This is the scene, I suppose, that's Elbow, and [Bb] folks with [Fm] scolds us,
and sit just in [Bb] depth with [F] your culture.
Spots, bags, and amateurs, that I [Db] have to bury.
I broke the law, and they go [F] all in the same slurry.
But never worry, they'll remember me through the greed, causing motherfuckers to [Bb] bleed.
To me, it's like that cop that [Fm] dropped that gate shit.
Not [Ab] like to [G] glorify him, but it's the [Fm] politics of it.
Came [C] to the club when my folks [Abm] _ _ _
[Eb] _ [F] _ _ died.
[Db] _ _ _
[F] And one time came to the club when my _ [Bb] _ [Ab] _ _
[Bb] _ _ [G] _ [F] folks died.
_ _ [Db] _
[F] Before I broke my eyes, I fantasized, and lived a [Bb] dream,
and now I [Db] wake and realize I'm just a [Eb] prisoner in [F] here.
Just to stay within [C] myself, keep the sickness of the [Db] past.
Exercise and visualize with everyone inside the [F] past.
Picture me blasted, surrounded by [Bbm] nasty madness.
[Db] Sit with the nasty, [Eb] harass, and murder [F] my ass.
Will I last, heaven to hell, freedom [Db] to jail.
Shit's hard, who can you [F] tell?
And if you smell, it's posse, and I'll bleed on the [Gm] freeway.
[Ab] When will they learn to take it [Bb] easy?
[F] Try bars and niggas die.
Murder [Db] without a moment, so I make it motherfuckers [F] cry.
Got me running, fuck this coward ass, crooked ass [G] cop.
Hella [Db] cop, it's fun to up her over, niggas, do these [Eb] drops.
Got the [Bb] bar to the corps, [F] my only thought is open fire.
Hit the [Fm] streets with your turnip, but fuck that [G] bitch, she's [F] alive.
Now it's time to expire, I see the dirt, spray the [C] pitch.
[G] Motherfuckers, it's crooked, it's what I scream and hit the [Eb] pitch.
I can root, [F] slick, and wick it, smitten, wild, to the plot thickest.
[Db] Never missing, the nerdy [Ab] grave is my [F] only vision.
If I die, never worry, bury me beside my profile.
Big time for Kimmy, I was [Bb] high.
[F] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Ab] _ [Gm] _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _ [Fm] _ _
[Bb] _ [F] _ _ _ _ [Db] _ _ _
I came from a crack mama high school dropout, look at me now.
Every time they throw an [F] obstacle in front of me, I face it, let everybody know how it feels while I'm going through it,
and [Bb] then hurting them, and let everybody see.
[F] Every time [Fm] it's come in front of me, I have an interview,
carry [G] everything that happened, do it, and overcome it.
[F] I came [C] to the club when my folks, [G] _ [Fm] _ _
[Eb] _ [F] I came to the club when my folks died.
[Db] I [F] _
came to the club when my folks, I [Bb] _ [Fm] _ _
[Gm] _ came to the club when my [F] folks died.
I came to the [Eb] club to get [F] rid of the lies.
Murder, murder, my mind's state.
We [Bb] are the violent [F] homicides, drugs, and violence.
Crime, rape, dead pilots, and block parties, those are [Db] the best.
Guns firing up every choir, many [F] doors has.
Who can you blame to sustain what we [Bbm] did?
[Fm] Witness the evil that these [Eb] men do, [F] just stand through the fact that we are reasons,
niggas [Db] have to blame me for the fucking [G] fire when I [F] leave them.
This is the scene, I suppose, that's Elbow, and [Bb] folks with [Fm] scolds us,
and sit just in [Bb] depth with [F] your culture.
Spots, bags, and amateurs, that I [Db] have to bury.
I broke the law, and they go [F] all in the same slurry.
But never worry, they'll remember me through the greed, causing motherfuckers to [Bb] bleed.
To me, it's like that cop that [Fm] dropped that gate shit.
Not [Ab] like to [G] glorify him, but it's the [Fm] politics of it.
Came [C] to the club when my folks [Abm] _ _ _
[Eb] _ [F] _ _ died.
[Db] _ _ _
[F] And one time came to the club when my _ [Bb] _ [Ab] _ _
[Bb] _ _ [G] _ [F] folks died.
_ _ [Db] _
[F] Before I broke my eyes, I fantasized, and lived a [Bb] dream,
and now I [Db] wake and realize I'm just a [Eb] prisoner in [F] here.
Just to stay within [C] myself, keep the sickness of the [Db] past.
Exercise and visualize with everyone inside the [F] past.
Picture me blasted, surrounded by [Bbm] nasty madness.
[Db] Sit with the nasty, [Eb] harass, and murder [F] my ass.
Will I last, heaven to hell, freedom [Db] to jail.
Shit's hard, who can you [F] tell?
And if you smell, it's posse, and I'll bleed on the [Gm] freeway.
[Ab] When will they learn to take it [Bb] easy?
[F] Try bars and niggas die.
Murder [Db] without a moment, so I make it motherfuckers [F] cry.
Got me running, fuck this coward ass, crooked ass [G] cop.
Hella [Db] cop, it's fun to up her over, niggas, do these [Eb] drops.
Got the [Bb] bar to the corps, [F] my only thought is open fire.
Hit the [Fm] streets with your turnip, but fuck that [G] bitch, she's [F] alive.
Now it's time to expire, I see the dirt, spray the [C] pitch.
[G] Motherfuckers, it's crooked, it's what I scream and hit the [Eb] pitch.
I can root, [F] slick, and wick it, smitten, wild, to the plot thickest.
[Db] Never missing, the nerdy [Ab] grave is my [F] only vision.
If I die, never worry, bury me beside my profile.
Big time for Kimmy, I was [Bb] high.
[F] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Ab] _ [Gm] _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _ [Fm] _ _
[Bb] _ [F] _ _ _ _ [Db] _ _ _