Chords for 2Pac - Thug Life - Str8 Ballin (10)

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Chords used:

F

Am

Em

G

B

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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2Pac - Thug Life - Str8 Ballin (10) chords
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I would share the definition of ballin with you white folks, but [F] now
[G] Gags, [Am] suckers, not toes.
[F] Fuck.
[Em]
[Am] [F] [G]
[Am] [F] [Em]
[Am] [F] I'm up before the sunrise, first [Em] hit the block.
Little bad motherfucker [Am] with a body full of rock.
[F] Runnin through them banks, get the skinny [G] little [Am] ass kicked.
The niggas laughed till the first motherfucker got [Fm] blasted.
I put the DVD [B] in his casket, now they [Am] coverin the bastard with [F] plastic.
I smoke blunts on the regular fuck when [Am] it counts.
I'm tryna make a million dollars out of Kodak [F] Alps.
And get them ghosts on the [Em] 5-0.
Fuckin bones, got a [Am] .45,
screamin out [F] survival.
They ain't even can the [B] payload.
Looks like [Am] AEO, I'll have one time when I say [F] so.
Don't wanna go to the pen, I'm [B] hittin Jesus.
[Am] Knocks on the nigga back, this is me boppin [F] inches.
And they say, how you survive [C] weighin 165 in the city?
Where the skinny [F] niggas die?
Tell mama [Fm] don't cry.
Even [Dm] when they pee, they can never [A] take the pain from the gum.
[F] Gee, I'm straight ballin.
And, [Em]
[Am] here we go.
[F] [B]
[Am] [F] Straight ballin.
[G]
[B] Straight ballin.
Come on nigga, do that [Am] trick.
That's right.
[F] Straight ballin.
[Dm]
[Am] Straight [F] ballin.
Straight ballin.
Still I'm from Portland, I'm the first nigga servin.
Toss a lick on the curb for my niggas that deserve it.
But if I wanna make a million, gotta [Dm] stay dealin.
[Am] Kinda boomin round the league.
And today I'm makin feelings, [F] dressin down like I'm dirty.
But only [C] on the block, it's a clever disguise.
[A] To keep me runnin from the cops.
[F] I'm gettin high, drink a dive [Em] bottle with no ends.
I'm in the bucket, [Am] but I'm ridin it like it's [F] a dance.
I hit the strip and let my [B] music pop.
Drink a lit [Am] can of liquor for some hoes to fuck.
Got the guy [Fm] makin money, he live [D] poor.
Don't ask to sling another L, so shit was a [F] kilo.
I need money in the [G] major way.
And I'ma fuck [Am] my B.I.
And shit gettin paid.
[F] You other [G] motherfuckers ballin.
But [Em] me and my [Am] motherfuckin thug niggas, [F] we straight ballin.
[G] We got [Am] no problems.
This the part we all on.
You wanna say [F] we straight ballin.
You a 55 [Em] nigga, do [F] nothin.
[Am] Police, white, we nothin.
They can't see we here.
[F] We straight [Em] motherfuckin ballin.
Start lettin love, [Am] nigga, this 94.
And niggas won't look.
We [F] straight ballin.
[Dm] Last time we goin down, [Am] I'ma fuck you.
[Em] [Am] Bulletproof vest [F] and all that.
Damn if I don't.
And [B] damn if a nigga do.
[Am] So watch a young [C] motherfucker pull a jigger.
[F] That's the crazy.
[G] Don't let him see [Em] you cry.
Dry your [Am] eyes, young nigga.
Time to do [F] it now.
I keep a pistol in my pocket.
[B] Ready on my block.
[F] Ain't no time for a nigga to even cop.
Shit, not a streeter, motherfucker.
[B] Peep, hang, at [Am] point blank range.
Cause he slept on the game.
[F] Ain't a damn thing to change.
You're [Bm] shakin' the [C] dice.
Now roll em if you can't stand [Am] pain.
Better own em.
[F] Cause ain't no [G] tellin' what you might know.
[Am] You might pull cash aids from a psycho.
[F] Nigga, this [Dm] the real life.
Feel the feelings.
[Em] They kill a bull.
[Am] Got a pistol, motherfucker.
[F] Better pull it.
Cause even [G] when they [Am] kill me.
They can never take the game from a [C] young G.
[F] We straight ballin'. [Em] Ha, [Dm] yeah.
[Am] My motherfuckin' nigga.
[F] We straight ballin'.
They askin' niggas to believe you bout to [Am] die.
We really got a lot to learn, you know.
[F] We just straight ballin'.
You gon' [Em] say fuck that [F] small town [Am] nigga, nigga.
If you gon' do it, do it, nigga.
If you [F] gon' pursue it, you can have [Em] your shit.
It's time for niggas to [Am] stay ballin'.
We made [C] this motherfucker.
For who?
Tell my [G] niggas in the penitentiary.
Blow [Am] up like a motherfucker when they mention me.
Cause you [F] fuckin' with the illest motherfucker [Dm] ever born.
And [Am] once again it's on.
I'm bustin' on these bitches till they gone.
[B] Now who the hell can you get to stop me?
I'm in the [F] projects.
All layin' with my bosses.
[G] I keep my glock cocked.
Nigga, cause they [Em] all shady.
I finally made it.
Now these sellers bitches tryin' to pay me.
I [F] ain't goin' out.
I'd rather blast back.
[Dm] I'm on the phone with my [C] niggas watchin' [Am] gas stack.
And I [F] came up a [D] long way from food stamps.
And takin' [A] shit from this old life [Am] metal tracks.
How could you [F] blame me if they swing me?
I'm all [G] up in fire.
What could I [A] do?
Pull my trigger or watch my nigga die.
I'm [F] representin' to the fullest.
Givin' [B] devil slugs.
I'm on the [Am] block slayin' drugs with the young thugs.
And [F] motherfucker, we can [G] ballin'.
All [A] motherfuckin' day long.
Stay on.
We straight ballin'.
[N]
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To learn 2Pac - Str8 Ballin chords, anchor your practice on these foundational sequence of chords - Em, Am, F, G, F, B and Am. Set your pace at 40 BPM initially and then sync up with the song's BPM of 81. Tune your capo to accommodate your vocal range, referencing the song's key: A# Minor.

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_ _ _ _ _ I would share the definition of ballin with you white folks, but [F] _ now_
[G] Gags, [Am] suckers, not toes.
[F] Fuck.
_ _ [Em] _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ [G] _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ [Em] _
[Am] _ _ _ [F] I'm up before the sunrise, first [Em] hit the block.
Little bad motherfucker [Am] with a body full of rock.
[F] Runnin through them banks, get the skinny [G] little [Am] ass kicked.
The niggas laughed till the first motherfucker got [Fm] blasted.
I put the DVD [B] in his casket, now they [Am] coverin the bastard with [F] plastic.
I smoke blunts on the regular fuck when [Am] it counts.
I'm tryna make a million dollars out of Kodak [F] Alps.
And get them ghosts on the [Em] 5-0.
Fuckin bones, got a [Am] .45,
screamin out [F] survival.
They ain't even can the [B] payload.
Looks like [Am] AEO, I'll have one time when I say [F] so.
Don't wanna go to the pen, I'm [B] hittin Jesus.
[Am] Knocks on the nigga back, this is me boppin [F] inches.
And they say, how you survive [C] weighin 165 in the city?
Where the skinny [F] niggas die?
Tell mama [Fm] don't cry.
Even [Dm] when they pee, they can never [A] take the pain from the gum.
[F] Gee, I'm straight ballin.
And, [Em] _
[Am] here we go.
_ [F] _ _ [B] _
_ [Am] _ _ _ [F] Straight ballin.
[G]
[B] Straight ballin.
Come on nigga, do that [Am] trick.
That's right.
_ [F] Straight ballin.
[Dm] _
_ [Am] Straight [F] ballin.
Straight ballin.
Still I'm from Portland, I'm the first nigga servin.
Toss a lick on the curb for my niggas that deserve it.
But if I wanna make a million, gotta [Dm] stay dealin.
[Am] Kinda boomin round the league.
And today I'm makin feelings, [F] dressin down like I'm dirty.
But only [C] on the block, it's a clever disguise.
[A] To keep me runnin from the cops.
[F] I'm gettin high, drink a dive [Em] bottle with no ends.
I'm in the bucket, [Am] but I'm ridin it like it's [F] a dance.
I hit the strip and let my [B] music pop.
Drink a lit [Am] can of liquor for some hoes to fuck.
Got the guy [Fm] makin money, he live [D] poor.
Don't ask to sling another L, so shit was a [F] kilo.
I need money in the [G] major way.
And I'ma fuck [Am] my B.I.
And shit gettin paid.
_ [F] You other [G] motherfuckers ballin.
But [Em] me and my [Am] motherfuckin thug niggas, [F] we straight ballin.
[G] We got [Am] no problems.
This the part we all on.
You wanna say [F] we straight ballin.
You a 55 [Em] nigga, do [F] nothin.
[Am] Police, white, we nothin.
They can't see we here.
[F] We straight [Em] motherfuckin ballin.
Start lettin love, [Am] nigga, this 94.
And niggas won't look.
We [F] straight ballin.
[Dm] Last time we goin down, [Am] I'ma fuck you.
[Em] [Am] Bulletproof vest [F] and all that.
Damn if I don't.
And [B] damn if a nigga do.
[Am] So watch a young [C] motherfucker pull a jigger.
[F] That's the crazy.
[G] Don't let him see [Em] you cry.
Dry your [Am] eyes, young nigga.
Time to do [F] it now.
I keep a pistol in my pocket.
[B] Ready on my block.
[F] Ain't no time for a nigga to even cop.
Shit, not a streeter, motherfucker.
[B] Peep, hang, at [Am] point blank range.
Cause he slept on the game.
[F] Ain't a damn thing to change.
You're [Bm] shakin' the [C] dice.
Now roll em if you can't stand [Am] pain.
Better own em.
[F] Cause ain't no [G] tellin' what you might know.
[Am] You might pull cash aids from a psycho.
[F] Nigga, this [Dm] the real life.
Feel the feelings.
[Em] They kill a bull.
[Am] Got a pistol, motherfucker.
[F] Better pull it.
Cause even [G] when they [Am] kill me.
They can never take the game from a [C] young G.
[F] We straight ballin'. [Em] Ha, [Dm] yeah.
[Am] My motherfuckin' nigga.
[F] We straight ballin'.
They askin' niggas to believe you bout to [Am] die.
We really got a lot to learn, you know.
[F] We just straight ballin'.
You gon' [Em] say fuck that [F] small town [Am] nigga, nigga.
If you gon' do it, do it, nigga.
If you [F] gon' pursue it, you can have [Em] your shit.
It's time for niggas to [Am] stay ballin'.
We made [C] this motherfucker.
For who?
Tell my [G] niggas in the penitentiary.
Blow [Am] up like a motherfucker when they mention me.
Cause you [F] fuckin' with the illest motherfucker [Dm] ever born.
And [Am] once again it's on.
I'm bustin' on these bitches till they gone.
[B] Now who the hell can you get to stop me?
I'm in the [F] projects.
All layin' with my bosses.
[G] I keep my glock cocked.
Nigga, cause they [Em] all shady.
I finally made it.
Now these sellers bitches tryin' to pay me.
I [F] ain't goin' out.
I'd rather blast back.
[Dm] I'm on the phone with my [C] niggas watchin' [Am] gas stack.
And I [F] came up a [D] long way from food stamps.
And takin' [A] shit from this old life [Am] metal tracks.
How could you [F] blame me if they swing me?
I'm all [G] up in fire.
What could I [A] do?
Pull my trigger or watch my nigga die.
I'm [F] representin' to the fullest.
Givin' [B] devil slugs.
I'm on the [Am] block slayin' drugs with the young thugs.
And [F] motherfucker, we can [G] ballin'.
All [A] motherfuckin' day long.
Stay on.
We straight ballin'.
[N] _

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