Chords for 2Pac - So Much Pain (Izzamuzzic Remix) / Mercedes Benz 560 SEC C126 AMG Showtime
Tempo:
83.575 bpm
Chords used:
C#
B
G
F#m
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
On the West Side, we're gonna do it to the East Side, and we're gonna prove once and for all
that all these people talking [B] about a East Coast-West Coast war, they like the Judas was to Jesus.
They only here [G#m] to cause confusion.
We here [F#m] to bring money and to bring change.
They here to [C#] cause confusion.
All these weak rappers, Nas, all these suckers, they battling off [F] of East and West like this is a [Gm] game.
This ain't no game.
If this was [D#] chess, we'd be yelling checkmate.
[C#] They'll never, they'll never take me alive.
I'm getting high with my 4-5.
Cocked on these suckers, time to die, even [Gm] as a youngster.
Causing [B] ruckus on the back of the bus.
I was a fool, all through high school, kicking up [F#] dust.
But now I'm labeled as a troublemaker.
[C#] Who can you blame?
Smoking weed helped me take away the bank.
So I'm [G] hopeless, rolling down the freeway, swerving.
[B] Don't worry, I'm about to crash upon the curb, cause my [C#] bitch is loving me.
Maybe if they tried to understand me, what should I do?
I had to feed my fucking family.
What [G] else could I do?
Bro, be a thug.
I'm [B] slinging with the homies.
Fuck hanging with them phonies in the club.
Got my [C#] mind on danger.
Never been a stranger to homicide.
My city's full of gang bangers and [G] fly-bys.
Why do we die at an [B] early age?
We were so young, but still a victim of the 12 days.
[C#] My memories of a corpse.
Mindful of sick thoughts.
And I ain't going back to court, so fuck [B] what you thought.
I'm drinking N.S.E., running from my enemies.
Well, [E] I let it be, 23, there's so [G#] much pain.
Don't [C#]
[G] [C#]
get ready to get my slug on.
I load my clippers, slip my motherfucking gloves [G] on.
Ice in the blast on these suckers if they test me.
Shucks, [B] I got my Glock, hot player if they press me.
Bust some [Bm] motherfuckers [C#] with a passion, better duck cause I ain't looking when I'm blasting them.
I'm not [G] drinking N.S..E. and [D] getting high on the lookout [Em] for my enemies. Don't wanna die, tell me why [C#] I'm just getting [E] 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 [B] on the game and stay headstrong. These sorry bastards [C#] wanna kill me in my sleep. I'm really cannot see and every day is just a struggle. Steady thugging on the streets and [G] I been balling low. Don't let them [B] make you worry. Keep swinging at these suckers till you're buried. I was born to [G] reign. Hail, [C#] I'm making from the gutter, working my bum checks. I'm getting duster, ready to [G] bust. I know the thieves, they be mugging me. Until they kill me, I'll [B] be living this life. I know you feel me, it's what I'm looking for. We are the black community, you [C#] know we are a part of the black community. But as far as the lyrics, you can [G#] look at lyrics in my album. Any album and I'll pick out [B] lyrics and I'll shut them [C#m] up on all their points. You can look at my recent album, Me Against [F#m] the World, the title song, Me Against [D] the World. Where I had lines that says like, [G] can you picture my [C#] prophecy? Stress in the [C#m] city, the cops on top of me. The projects is [C#] full of bullets, the bodies is dropping, they ain't no [F#m] stopping me. Constantly moving while making millions, [B] 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. Without [F#m] feeling but when they last, they'll be blasted, foreheaded, bastard. Maybe he'll [B] listen in this casket. Now how does that glorify [D] thug life or [C#] gangsterism? [B]
[C#]
[B]
[C#]
[G]
[Bm] [F#m]
[G] [F#] [G]
that all these people talking [B] about a East Coast-West Coast war, they like the Judas was to Jesus.
They only here [G#m] to cause confusion.
We here [F#m] to bring money and to bring change.
They here to [C#] cause confusion.
All these weak rappers, Nas, all these suckers, they battling off [F] of East and West like this is a [Gm] game.
This ain't no game.
If this was [D#] chess, we'd be yelling checkmate.
[C#] They'll never, they'll never take me alive.
I'm getting high with my 4-5.
Cocked on these suckers, time to die, even [Gm] as a youngster.
Causing [B] ruckus on the back of the bus.
I was a fool, all through high school, kicking up [F#] dust.
But now I'm labeled as a troublemaker.
[C#] Who can you blame?
Smoking weed helped me take away the bank.
So I'm [G] hopeless, rolling down the freeway, swerving.
[B] Don't worry, I'm about to crash upon the curb, cause my [C#] bitch is loving me.
Maybe if they tried to understand me, what should I do?
I had to feed my fucking family.
What [G] else could I do?
Bro, be a thug.
I'm [B] slinging with the homies.
Fuck hanging with them phonies in the club.
Got my [C#] mind on danger.
Never been a stranger to homicide.
My city's full of gang bangers and [G] fly-bys.
Why do we die at an [B] early age?
We were so young, but still a victim of the 12 days.
[C#] My memories of a corpse.
Mindful of sick thoughts.
And I ain't going back to court, so fuck [B] what you thought.
I'm drinking N.S.E., running from my enemies.
Well, [E] I let it be, 23, there's so [G#] much pain.
Don't [C#]
[G] [C#]
get ready to get my slug on.
I load my clippers, slip my motherfucking gloves [G] on.
Ice in the blast on these suckers if they test me.
Shucks, [B] I got my Glock, hot player if they press me.
Bust some [Bm] motherfuckers [C#] with a passion, better duck cause I ain't looking when I'm blasting them.
I'm not [G] drinking N.S..E. and [D] getting high on the lookout [Em] for my enemies. Don't wanna die, tell me why [C#] I'm just getting [E] 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 [B] on the game and stay headstrong. These sorry bastards [C#] wanna kill me in my sleep. I'm really cannot see and every day is just a struggle. Steady thugging on the streets and [G] I been balling low. Don't let them [B] make you worry. Keep swinging at these suckers till you're buried. I was born to [G] reign. Hail, [C#] I'm making from the gutter, working my bum checks. I'm getting duster, ready to [G] bust. I know the thieves, they be mugging me. Until they kill me, I'll [B] be living this life. I know you feel me, it's what I'm looking for. We are the black community, you [C#] know we are a part of the black community. But as far as the lyrics, you can [G#] look at lyrics in my album. Any album and I'll pick out [B] lyrics and I'll shut them [C#m] up on all their points. You can look at my recent album, Me Against [F#m] the World, the title song, Me Against [D] the World. Where I had lines that says like, [G] can you picture my [C#] prophecy? Stress in the [C#m] city, the cops on top of me. The projects is [C#] full of bullets, the bodies is dropping, they ain't no [F#m] stopping me. Constantly moving while making millions, [B] 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. Without [F#m] feeling but when they last, they'll be blasted, foreheaded, bastard. Maybe he'll [B] listen in this casket. Now how does that glorify [D] thug life or [C#] gangsterism? [B]
[C#]
[B]
[C#]
[G]
[Bm] [F#m]
[G] [F#] [G]
Key:
C#
B
G
F#m
D
C#
B
G
On the West Side, we're gonna do it to the East Side, and we're gonna prove once and for all
that all these people talking [B] about a East Coast-West Coast war, they like the Judas was to Jesus.
They only here [G#m] to cause confusion.
We here [F#m] to bring money and to bring change.
They here to [C#] cause confusion.
All these weak rappers, Nas, all these suckers, they battling off [F] of East and West like this is a [Gm] game.
This ain't no game.
If this was [D#] chess, we'd be yelling checkmate.
[C#] They'll never, they'll never take me alive.
I'm getting high with my 4-5.
Cocked on these suckers, time to die, even [Gm] as a youngster.
Causing [B] ruckus on the back of the bus.
I was a fool, all through high school, kicking up [F#] dust.
But now I'm labeled as a troublemaker.
[C#] Who can you blame?
Smoking weed helped me take away the bank.
So I'm [G] hopeless, rolling down the freeway, swerving.
[B] Don't worry, I'm about to crash upon the curb, cause my [C#] bitch is loving me.
Maybe if they tried to understand me, what should I do?
I had to feed my fucking family.
What [G] else could I do?
Bro, be a thug.
I'm [B] slinging with the homies.
Fuck hanging with them phonies in the club.
Got my [C#] mind on danger.
Never been a stranger to homicide.
My city's full of gang bangers and [G] fly-bys.
Why do we die at an [B] early age?
We were so young, but still a victim of the 12 days.
[C#] My memories of a corpse.
Mindful of sick thoughts.
And I ain't going back to court, so fuck [B] what you thought.
I'm drinking N.S.E., running from my enemies.
Well, [E] I let it be, 23, there's so [G#] much pain.
Don't _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
get ready to get my slug on.
I load my clippers, slip my motherfucking gloves [G] on.
Ice in the blast on these suckers if they test me.
Shucks, [B] I got my Glock, hot player if they press me.
Bust some [Bm] motherfuckers [C#] with a passion, better duck cause I ain't looking when I'm blasting them.
I'm not [G] drinking N.S..E. and [D] getting high on the lookout [Em] for my enemies. Don't wanna die, tell me why [C#] I'm just getting [E] 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 [B] on the game and stay headstrong. These sorry bastards [C#] wanna kill me in my sleep. I'm really cannot see and every day is just a struggle. Steady thugging on the streets and [G] I been balling low. Don't let them [B] make you worry. Keep swinging at these suckers till you're buried. I was born to [G] reign. Hail, [C#] I'm making from the gutter, working my bum checks. I'm getting duster, ready to [G] bust. I know the thieves, they be mugging me. Until they kill me, I'll [B] be living this life. I know you feel me, it's what I'm looking for. We are the black community, you [C#] know we are a part of the black community. But as far as the lyrics, you can [G#] look at lyrics in my album. Any album and I'll pick out [B] lyrics and I'll shut them [C#m] up on all their points. You can look at my recent album, Me Against [F#m] the World, the title song, Me Against [D] the World. Where I had lines that says like, [G] can you picture my [C#] prophecy? Stress in the [C#m] city, the cops on top of me. The projects is [C#] full of bullets, the bodies is dropping, they ain't no [F#m] stopping me. Constantly moving while making millions, [B] 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. Without [F#m] feeling but when they last, they'll be blasted, foreheaded, bastard. Maybe he'll [B] listen in this casket. Now how does that glorify [D] thug life or [C#] gangsterism? _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ [G] _ _ [F#] _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
that all these people talking [B] about a East Coast-West Coast war, they like the Judas was to Jesus.
They only here [G#m] to cause confusion.
We here [F#m] to bring money and to bring change.
They here to [C#] cause confusion.
All these weak rappers, Nas, all these suckers, they battling off [F] of East and West like this is a [Gm] game.
This ain't no game.
If this was [D#] chess, we'd be yelling checkmate.
[C#] They'll never, they'll never take me alive.
I'm getting high with my 4-5.
Cocked on these suckers, time to die, even [Gm] as a youngster.
Causing [B] ruckus on the back of the bus.
I was a fool, all through high school, kicking up [F#] dust.
But now I'm labeled as a troublemaker.
[C#] Who can you blame?
Smoking weed helped me take away the bank.
So I'm [G] hopeless, rolling down the freeway, swerving.
[B] Don't worry, I'm about to crash upon the curb, cause my [C#] bitch is loving me.
Maybe if they tried to understand me, what should I do?
I had to feed my fucking family.
What [G] else could I do?
Bro, be a thug.
I'm [B] slinging with the homies.
Fuck hanging with them phonies in the club.
Got my [C#] mind on danger.
Never been a stranger to homicide.
My city's full of gang bangers and [G] fly-bys.
Why do we die at an [B] early age?
We were so young, but still a victim of the 12 days.
[C#] My memories of a corpse.
Mindful of sick thoughts.
And I ain't going back to court, so fuck [B] what you thought.
I'm drinking N.S.E., running from my enemies.
Well, [E] I let it be, 23, there's so [G#] much pain.
Don't _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
get ready to get my slug on.
I load my clippers, slip my motherfucking gloves [G] on.
Ice in the blast on these suckers if they test me.
Shucks, [B] I got my Glock, hot player if they press me.
Bust some [Bm] motherfuckers [C#] with a passion, better duck cause I ain't looking when I'm blasting them.
I'm not [G] drinking N.S..E. and [D] getting high on the lookout [Em] for my enemies. Don't wanna die, tell me why [C#] I'm just getting [E] 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 [B] on the game and stay headstrong. These sorry bastards [C#] wanna kill me in my sleep. I'm really cannot see and every day is just a struggle. Steady thugging on the streets and [G] I been balling low. Don't let them [B] make you worry. Keep swinging at these suckers till you're buried. I was born to [G] reign. Hail, [C#] I'm making from the gutter, working my bum checks. I'm getting duster, ready to [G] bust. I know the thieves, they be mugging me. Until they kill me, I'll [B] be living this life. I know you feel me, it's what I'm looking for. We are the black community, you [C#] know we are a part of the black community. But as far as the lyrics, you can [G#] look at lyrics in my album. Any album and I'll pick out [B] lyrics and I'll shut them [C#m] up on all their points. You can look at my recent album, Me Against [F#m] the World, the title song, Me Against [D] the World. Where I had lines that says like, [G] can you picture my [C#] prophecy? Stress in the [C#m] city, the cops on top of me. The projects is [C#] full of bullets, the bodies is dropping, they ain't no [F#m] stopping me. Constantly moving while making millions, [B] 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. Without [F#m] feeling but when they last, they'll be blasted, foreheaded, bastard. Maybe he'll [B] listen in this casket. Now how does that glorify [D] thug life or [C#] gangsterism? _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
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_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ [G] _ _ [F#] _ _ [G] _ _ _
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