2Pac - So Much Pain (Izzamuzzic Remix) Chords
Tempo:
83.975 bpm
Chords used:
B
C#
G
D
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
On the West Side, we're gonna do it to the East Side, we're gonna prove once and for all
that all these people talking [B] about the East Coast-West Coast War, they like the Judas was [A] to Jesus.
They only here to cause confusion.
We [G#] here to bring money and to bring [C#] change.
They here to cause confusion.
All these weak rappers, Nas, all these suckers, they battling [G] off of East and West like this is [Gm] a game.
This ain't no game.
If this was [C#] chess, we'd be yelling [C#] checkmate.
They'll never, they'll never take me alive.
I'm getting high with my 45.
Cocked on these suckers, time to die, [B] even as a youngster.
Causing ruckus on the back of the bus.
I was a fool, all through high school, picking up dust.
But [C#] now I'm labeled as a troublemaker.
Who can you blame?
Smoking weed helped me take away the bank, [D#] so I'm hopeless.
[G] Rolling down the [D] freeway, swerving, don't [B] worry.
I'm about to crash upon the curb, cause my business is [C#] floppy.
Maybe if they tried to understand me, what should I do?
I had to feed my fucking family.
[B] What else could I do but be a thug?
I'm slinging with the homies, fuck hanging with them phonies in the club.
Got my mind on [C#] danger, never been a stranger to homicide.
My city's full of gangbangers [G] and drive-bys.
Why do we die [B] at an early age?
We were so young, but still a victim of the 12 days.
I'm [C#] in for freeze of a corpse, mind full of sick thoughts.
And I ain't going back to court, [B] so fuck what you thought.
I'm drinking in the sea, running from my enemies.
Will I let [E] it be 23?
[G#] There's so much pain.
[F] [C#] [Gm]
[G] [Gm] [C#]
Locked and ready to get my slug on.
I load my clippers, slip my motherfucking gloves [G] on.
I ain't scared to blast, only suckers if they test me.
Shucks, I got [B] my Glock, cop a player if they press me.
Bust some [F#] motherfuckers [F#] with a passion, better fuckers, [C#] I ain't looking when I'm blasting.
[D] I'm a nut, [G] drinking in the sea, and [D] keeping high on the lookout for [E] my enemies.
Don't wanna die, tell me why I'm [Bm] just getting major.
[B] A buck fifty, cross the face with [E] my razor.
What can I do but be a thug until [B] I'm dead and gone?
I keep my brain on the game and stay headstrong.
These sorry bastards wanna [C#] kill me in my sleep.
I'm really cannot see, and every day is just a struggle.
Steady thugging on [B] the streets, and I'm in bomb and load.
Don't let them make you worry, keep swinging at these suckers till you're buried.
I was born to [G] reign, hail [C#] a nigga from the gutter, working mother on cut.
I'm getting dressed up, ready to [G] bust.
I'm on the scene steady mugging me, until they kill me [B] I'll be living this life.
I know you feel me, it's so what [E] you think.
We are the black community, you [D] know, we are a part of the black community.
But as far as the lyrics, you can look at lyrics in [D#] my album, any album, and I'll pick out [B] lyrics and I'll shut them up on all their [G#m] points.
You can look at my recent album, Me [D#] Against the World, the title song, Me [D] Against the World.
Where I had lines that says [G] like, can you picture my property?
Stress in [C#m] the city, the cops on top of me.
The projects is [B] full of bullets, though bodies is dropping.
They ain't [F#m] no stopping me.
Constantly moving while [B] making millions.
Witnessing killings, leaving dead bodies in abandoned buildings.
Can't reach the children cause they illing.
Addicted to killing, and the appeal of the cap pilling.
[D] Without feeling, but when they last, so be blasted.
Hard headed bastard, maybe he'll listen in this casket.
Now how does that glorify thug life or gangsterism?
[C#]
[B]
[C#] [B]
I don't know.
[C#] [G]
[Bm]
[F#] [G] [F#] [G]
[C#] [G]
that all these people talking [B] about the East Coast-West Coast War, they like the Judas was [A] to Jesus.
They only here to cause confusion.
We [G#] here to bring money and to bring [C#] change.
They here to cause confusion.
All these weak rappers, Nas, all these suckers, they battling [G] off of East and West like this is [Gm] a game.
This ain't no game.
If this was [C#] chess, we'd be yelling [C#] checkmate.
They'll never, they'll never take me alive.
I'm getting high with my 45.
Cocked on these suckers, time to die, [B] even as a youngster.
Causing ruckus on the back of the bus.
I was a fool, all through high school, picking up dust.
But [C#] now I'm labeled as a troublemaker.
Who can you blame?
Smoking weed helped me take away the bank, [D#] so I'm hopeless.
[G] Rolling down the [D] freeway, swerving, don't [B] worry.
I'm about to crash upon the curb, cause my business is [C#] floppy.
Maybe if they tried to understand me, what should I do?
I had to feed my fucking family.
[B] What else could I do but be a thug?
I'm slinging with the homies, fuck hanging with them phonies in the club.
Got my mind on [C#] danger, never been a stranger to homicide.
My city's full of gangbangers [G] and drive-bys.
Why do we die [B] at an early age?
We were so young, but still a victim of the 12 days.
I'm [C#] in for freeze of a corpse, mind full of sick thoughts.
And I ain't going back to court, [B] so fuck what you thought.
I'm drinking in the sea, running from my enemies.
Will I let [E] it be 23?
[G#] There's so much pain.
[F] [C#] [Gm]
[G] [Gm] [C#]
Locked and ready to get my slug on.
I load my clippers, slip my motherfucking gloves [G] on.
I ain't scared to blast, only suckers if they test me.
Shucks, I got [B] my Glock, cop a player if they press me.
Bust some [F#] motherfuckers [F#] with a passion, better fuckers, [C#] I ain't looking when I'm blasting.
[D] I'm a nut, [G] drinking in the sea, and [D] keeping high on the lookout for [E] my enemies.
Don't wanna die, tell me why I'm [Bm] just getting major.
[B] A buck fifty, cross the face with [E] my razor.
What can I do but be a thug until [B] I'm dead and gone?
I keep my brain on the game and stay headstrong.
These sorry bastards wanna [C#] kill me in my sleep.
I'm really cannot see, and every day is just a struggle.
Steady thugging on [B] the streets, and I'm in bomb and load.
Don't let them make you worry, keep swinging at these suckers till you're buried.
I was born to [G] reign, hail [C#] a nigga from the gutter, working mother on cut.
I'm getting dressed up, ready to [G] bust.
I'm on the scene steady mugging me, until they kill me [B] I'll be living this life.
I know you feel me, it's so what [E] you think.
We are the black community, you [D] know, we are a part of the black community.
But as far as the lyrics, you can look at lyrics in [D#] my album, any album, and I'll pick out [B] lyrics and I'll shut them up on all their [G#m] points.
You can look at my recent album, Me [D#] Against the World, the title song, Me [D] Against the World.
Where I had lines that says [G] like, can you picture my property?
Stress in [C#m] the city, the cops on top of me.
The projects is [B] full of bullets, though bodies is dropping.
They ain't [F#m] no stopping me.
Constantly moving while [B] making millions.
Witnessing killings, leaving dead bodies in abandoned buildings.
Can't reach the children cause they illing.
Addicted to killing, and the appeal of the cap pilling.
[D] Without feeling, but when they last, so be blasted.
Hard headed bastard, maybe he'll listen in this casket.
Now how does that glorify thug life or gangsterism?
[C#]
[B]
[C#] [B]
I don't know.
[C#] [G]
[Bm]
[F#] [G] [F#] [G]
[C#] [G]
Key:
B
C#
G
D
F#
B
C#
G
On the West Side, we're gonna do it to the East Side, we're gonna prove once and for all
that all these people talking [B] about the East Coast-West Coast War, they like the Judas was [A] to Jesus.
They only here to cause confusion.
We [G#] here to bring money and to bring [C#] change.
They here to cause confusion.
All these weak rappers, Nas, all these suckers, they battling [G] off of East and West like this is [Gm] a game.
This ain't no game.
If this was [C#] chess, we'd be yelling [C#] checkmate.
They'll never, they'll never take me alive.
I'm getting high with my 45.
Cocked on these suckers, time to die, [B] even as a youngster.
Causing ruckus on the back of the bus.
I was a fool, all through high school, picking up dust.
But [C#] now I'm labeled as a troublemaker.
Who can you blame?
Smoking weed helped me take away the bank, [D#] so I'm hopeless.
[G] Rolling down the [D] freeway, swerving, don't [B] worry.
I'm about to crash upon the curb, cause my business is [C#] floppy.
Maybe if they tried to understand me, what should I do?
I had to feed my fucking family.
[B] What else could I do but be a thug?
I'm slinging with the homies, fuck hanging with them phonies in the club.
Got my mind on [C#] danger, never been a stranger to homicide.
My city's full of gangbangers [G] and drive-bys.
Why do we die [B] at an early age?
We were so young, but still a victim of the 12 days.
I'm [C#] in for freeze of a corpse, mind full of sick thoughts.
And I ain't going back to court, [B] so fuck what you thought.
I'm drinking in the sea, running from my enemies.
Will I let [E] it be 23?
[G#] There's so much pain.
[F] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
[G] _ _ [Gm] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
Locked and ready to get my slug on.
I load my clippers, slip my motherfucking gloves [G] on.
I ain't scared to blast, only suckers if they test me.
Shucks, I got [B] my Glock, cop a player if they press me.
Bust some [F#] motherfuckers [F#] with a passion, better fuckers, [C#] I ain't looking when I'm blasting.
[D] I'm a nut, [G] drinking in the sea, and [D] keeping high on the lookout for [E] my enemies.
Don't wanna die, tell me why I'm [Bm] just getting major.
[B] A buck fifty, cross the face with [E] my razor.
What can I do but be a thug until [B] I'm dead and gone?
I keep my brain on the game and stay headstrong.
These sorry bastards wanna [C#] kill me in my sleep.
I'm really cannot see, and every day is just a struggle.
Steady thugging on [B] the streets, and I'm in bomb and load.
Don't let them make you worry, keep swinging at these suckers till you're buried.
I was born to [G] reign, hail [C#] a nigga from the gutter, working mother on cut.
I'm getting dressed up, ready to [G] bust.
I'm on the scene steady mugging me, until they kill me [B] I'll be living this life.
I know you feel me, it's so what [E] you think.
We are the black community, you [D] know, we are a part of the black community.
But as far as the lyrics, you can look at lyrics in [D#] my album, any album, and I'll pick out [B] lyrics and I'll shut them up on all their [G#m] points.
You can look at my recent album, Me [D#] Against the World, the title song, Me [D] Against the World.
Where I had lines that says [G] like, can you picture my property?
Stress in [C#m] the city, the cops on top of me.
The projects is [B] full of bullets, though bodies is dropping.
They ain't [F#m] no stopping me.
Constantly moving while [B] making millions.
Witnessing killings, leaving dead bodies in abandoned buildings.
Can't reach the children cause they illing.
Addicted to killing, and the appeal of the cap pilling.
[D] Without feeling, but when they last, so be blasted.
Hard headed bastard, maybe he'll listen in this casket.
Now how does that glorify thug life or gangsterism?
[C#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B]
I don't know. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ [G] _ _ [F#] _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ [G] _
that all these people talking [B] about the East Coast-West Coast War, they like the Judas was [A] to Jesus.
They only here to cause confusion.
We [G#] here to bring money and to bring [C#] change.
They here to cause confusion.
All these weak rappers, Nas, all these suckers, they battling [G] off of East and West like this is [Gm] a game.
This ain't no game.
If this was [C#] chess, we'd be yelling [C#] checkmate.
They'll never, they'll never take me alive.
I'm getting high with my 45.
Cocked on these suckers, time to die, [B] even as a youngster.
Causing ruckus on the back of the bus.
I was a fool, all through high school, picking up dust.
But [C#] now I'm labeled as a troublemaker.
Who can you blame?
Smoking weed helped me take away the bank, [D#] so I'm hopeless.
[G] Rolling down the [D] freeway, swerving, don't [B] worry.
I'm about to crash upon the curb, cause my business is [C#] floppy.
Maybe if they tried to understand me, what should I do?
I had to feed my fucking family.
[B] What else could I do but be a thug?
I'm slinging with the homies, fuck hanging with them phonies in the club.
Got my mind on [C#] danger, never been a stranger to homicide.
My city's full of gangbangers [G] and drive-bys.
Why do we die [B] at an early age?
We were so young, but still a victim of the 12 days.
I'm [C#] in for freeze of a corpse, mind full of sick thoughts.
And I ain't going back to court, [B] so fuck what you thought.
I'm drinking in the sea, running from my enemies.
Will I let [E] it be 23?
[G#] There's so much pain.
[F] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
[G] _ _ [Gm] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
Locked and ready to get my slug on.
I load my clippers, slip my motherfucking gloves [G] on.
I ain't scared to blast, only suckers if they test me.
Shucks, I got [B] my Glock, cop a player if they press me.
Bust some [F#] motherfuckers [F#] with a passion, better fuckers, [C#] I ain't looking when I'm blasting.
[D] I'm a nut, [G] drinking in the sea, and [D] keeping high on the lookout for [E] my enemies.
Don't wanna die, tell me why I'm [Bm] just getting major.
[B] A buck fifty, cross the face with [E] my razor.
What can I do but be a thug until [B] I'm dead and gone?
I keep my brain on the game and stay headstrong.
These sorry bastards wanna [C#] kill me in my sleep.
I'm really cannot see, and every day is just a struggle.
Steady thugging on [B] the streets, and I'm in bomb and load.
Don't let them make you worry, keep swinging at these suckers till you're buried.
I was born to [G] reign, hail [C#] a nigga from the gutter, working mother on cut.
I'm getting dressed up, ready to [G] bust.
I'm on the scene steady mugging me, until they kill me [B] I'll be living this life.
I know you feel me, it's so what [E] you think.
We are the black community, you [D] know, we are a part of the black community.
But as far as the lyrics, you can look at lyrics in [D#] my album, any album, and I'll pick out [B] lyrics and I'll shut them up on all their [G#m] points.
You can look at my recent album, Me [D#] Against the World, the title song, Me [D] Against the World.
Where I had lines that says [G] like, can you picture my property?
Stress in [C#m] the city, the cops on top of me.
The projects is [B] full of bullets, though bodies is dropping.
They ain't [F#m] no stopping me.
Constantly moving while [B] making millions.
Witnessing killings, leaving dead bodies in abandoned buildings.
Can't reach the children cause they illing.
Addicted to killing, and the appeal of the cap pilling.
[D] Without feeling, but when they last, so be blasted.
Hard headed bastard, maybe he'll listen in this casket.
Now how does that glorify thug life or gangsterism?
[C#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B]
I don't know. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ [G] _ _ [F#] _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ [G] _