2Pac - Pain (Acapella) Chords

_ Oh, hey, _ _ hey, _ hey, _ _ hey, _
[G] _ [C#m] _ _ _ hey _ _
_ _ They'll never take me alive, I'm getting high with my 4'5
Copped on these suckers, time to die, even as a youngster
Causing ruckus on the back of the bus
I was a fool, all through high school, kicking up dust
But now I'm labeled as a troublemaker, who can you blame?
Smoking weed helped me take away the pain, so I'm hopeless
Rolling down the freeway, swerving, don't worry
I'm about to crash upon the curb, cause my vision's blurry
Maybe if they tried to understand me, what should I do?
I had to feed my fucking family, what else could I do but be a thug?
I was slinging with the homies, fuck hanging with them phonies in the club
Got my mind on danger, never been a stranger to homicide
My city's full of gangbangers and drive-bys, why do we die at an early age?
She was so young, but still a victim of the 12-gauge
My memories of a corpse, mind full of sick thoughts
And I ain't going back to court, so fuck what you thought
I'm drinking in the sea, running from my enemies
Will I live to be 23?
It's so much pain
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[C#m] [A] They _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ got me mobbing like I'm loped and ready to get my slug on
I load my clipper, slip my motherfucking gloves on
I ain't scared to blast on these suckers if they test me
Trust I got my Glock, cop player if they press me
Bust some motherfuckers with a passion
Better duck cause I ain't looking when I'm blasting
I'm a nut and drinking in the sea, and getting high on the lookout for my enemies
Don't wanna die, tell me why, cause the stress getting major
A buck fifty, cross the face with my razor
What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone?
I keep my brain on the game and stay headstrong
These sorry bastards wanna kill [C#m] me in my sleep
I'm really cannot see and everyday is just a struggle
Steady thugging on the streets and I've been balling loke
Don't let them make you worry, keep swinging at these suckers
Till you buried, I was born to raise hell
I'm a nigga from the gutter, word to mother I'm touched
I'm kicking dust up, ready to bust, I'm on the scene
Steady mugging me, until they kill me I'll be living this life
I know you feel me, it's so much pain _ _
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