All Eyez On Me Chords by 2Pac, Big Syke

Tempo:
93.3 bpm
Chords used:

Gm

Dm

Bb

G

Fm

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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All Eyez On Me chords
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Big Sight, New, [Bb] Pank, Big Sight.
[Gm] Y'all know how this shit go.
[Dm] Hold eyes on me.
[Gm] Roll up that clapper.
[Fm] [Dm] Hold eyes on me.
[Gm]
Hold eyes on me.
You know what?
I bet you got a thrift that you don't know who to trust.
So many playa hate niggas [Bb] trying to sound like us.
Say they ready for the bumper but I don't think they know it.
Straight to the depths [G] of hell, let's get those cabs going.
Well, all you still down nigga, holler when you see me.
And let these devils piss off for the day they finally [Dm] free me.
I got a caravan of niggas every time we ride.
Hit them motherfuckers up when we pass by.
Until I die, live the life of a pro player.
Cause even when I'm out, fuck with being you.
Post later, the shit is in my eye.
Cause all I want is [Gm] cash and things.
I popped up a low-end [Bb] smartass, he ranks.
Bitches pursue me like a dream.
Been on the discipline [Gm] before your eyes.
[F] It's like a dope thing, it's in me.
My main thing was [Bb] to be made to pay the gang.
I'm sharper than a motherfucking razor blade.
Save money, bring bitches.
Bitches bring lies.
One nigga's getting jealous, the motherfuckers die.
Depend on me like the first and fifteenth.
They might owe me [Gm] four for a second, but before they get me.
[Bb] We got four niggas and low-rise.
And ski masks screaming thug life.
Every time they pass, all eyes on me.
Live the life [Gm] of a thug nigga, until the day I die.
Live the life of a pro player, cause even when I'm out.
[Bb] All eyes on me.
Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die.
Live the life of a pro player, cause even when I'm out.
Hey, tell my nigga Pac.
So much trouble [Gm] in the world nigga.
Ain't [D] nobody feel your pain.
[Dm] The world's changing everything, time's moving fast.
My girl [G] said I need to race, I [Dm] loaned when she left.
I'm caught between my woman and my pistol [Bb] in my chest.
Triple B and God's move is all whistle with a dip.
[Dm] I'm lost in a lair with no plan, living life flawless.
Crime balls, contraband, let me toss this.
Media's got a lot of nerve, hear my buckets swerve.
I'm taking off from the curve.
The nervousness, neglect, [Bb] maybe pack a text.
To devolve into certainness, my wet and paid checks.
Like a kite satellite nigga, I'm flying my bullet.
It ain't right, parasites, triggers and fleas crawling.
Suck a dick and get busted, no emotion.
My devotion is out of my business nigga, keep on coasting.
Where you going, I been there, came back, it's lonely homie.
Steady flowing against the grain, nigga still don't know me.
It's about the money and the scrap shit, the scrap shit.
It ain't funny, niggas don't even know how to ask shit.
What can I do, what can I say, is there another way?
[G] Plus this shit all day, 24 [Dm] parlay.
My little homie [Bb] G, can't you see I'm up to three?
Niggas can't stand me, all eyes on me.
Made a life of some dog nigga, I'm still [G] a dead cop.
Made a life [Dm] of the boss player, all eyes on me.
[Gm]
[Dm] All eyes on me.
Made a life of some dog nigga, I'm still [Eb] a dead cop.
Made a life of the boss player, all [Dm] eyes on me.
[Gm]
[Bb] The feds is watching, niggas plotting to get me.
Will I survive, will I die?
Kamula's picture, the pop, feel it, you're giving me talk.
Niggas making [Gm] a grip, I told the Dutch I was way broke.
And that's [Dm] why I bled shit, was hyper as a [Bb] kid.
Oh, that's a teenager on my mobile calling big shots.
On his teenager, packing hundreds in my drawer.
Fuck the law, bitches, I fuck with a pax.
And I'm living rough and raw, catching cases at a fast rate.
Falling in the fast lane, hustle [Gm] till the morning.
[Dm] Never stop until the gas came.
Live my life as a dog nigga, until the day I die.
Live my life as a boss player, cause even getting high.
These niggas got me tossing shit.
I put the [Gm] top down, now [Bb] it's time to floss my shit.
Keep your head up nigga, make these motherfuckers suffer.
[Gm] Up in the Benz, burning rubber.
The money is mandatory, the whole squad strapped.
Just swimming through lights now.
Equipment's been pulling [Dm] through, bet.
Make sure your eyes on the [Gm] meal ticket.
Get your money motherfucker, let's get rich and we'll kick [Dm] it.
All eyes on me.
Made a life of some dog [G] nigga, I'm still a dead cop.
Made a life [Bb] of the boss player, all eyes on me.
[Gm]
[Dm] All eyes on me.
Made a life of some dog nigga, I'm still a dead cop.
Made a life [Gm] of the boss player, all eyes on me.
All eyes on [Dm] me.
[Bb] All eyes on me.
Pay attention my niggas.
See how that [Dm] shit go.
Nigga walk up in it, motherfucker.
Be like, King!
Live my life as a dog nigga, until the day I die.
Live my life as a boss player, cause even getting high.
[Gm] Heavy motherfucker.
I got bust so slow, these [Dm] watchers.
Live my life as a dog nigga, until the day I die.
[Bb] Live my life as a boss player, all eyes on me.
Live my life as a boss player, all eyes on me.
[Gm]
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To learn 2Pac, Big Syke - All Eyez On Me chords, these are the chords to practise in sequence: Dm, Gm, Dm, Gm, Bb, Dm, Bb, Gm, Bb and G. I suggest starting at a calm pace of 46 BPM, and as you gain confidence, approach the song's BPM of 93. For a balanced pitch, adjust the capo with respect to your voice and the song's key: Eb Major.

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Big Sight, New, [Bb] Pank, Big Sight.
[Gm] Y'all know how this shit go.
[Dm] Hold eyes on me.
_ [Gm] _ Roll up that clapper.
[Fm] [Dm] Hold eyes on me.
[Gm] _ _ _
_ Hold eyes on me. _ _ _
You know what?
I bet you got a thrift that you don't know who to trust.
So many playa hate niggas [Bb] trying to sound like us.
Say they ready for the bumper but I don't think they know it.
Straight to the depths [G] of hell, let's get those cabs going.
Well, all you still down nigga, holler when you see me.
And let these devils piss off for the day they finally [Dm] free me.
I got a caravan of niggas every time we ride.
Hit them motherfuckers up when we pass by.
Until I die, live the life of a pro player.
Cause even when I'm out, fuck with being you.
Post later, the shit is in my eye.
Cause all I want is [Gm] cash and things.
I popped up a low-end [Bb] smartass, he ranks.
Bitches pursue me like a dream.
Been on the discipline [Gm] before your eyes.
[F] It's like a dope thing, it's in me.
My main thing was [Bb] to be made to pay the gang.
I'm sharper than a motherfucking razor blade.
Save money, bring bitches.
Bitches bring lies.
One nigga's getting jealous, the motherfuckers die.
Depend on me like the first and fifteenth.
They might owe me [Gm] four for a second, but before they get me.
[Bb] We got four niggas and low-rise.
And ski masks screaming thug life.
Every time they pass, all eyes on me.
Live the life [Gm] of a thug nigga, until the day I die.
Live the life of a pro player, cause even when I'm out. _ _ _
_ [Bb] All eyes on me.
Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die.
Live the life of a pro player, cause even when I'm out.
_ _ Hey, tell my nigga Pac.
_ So much trouble [Gm] in the world nigga.
Ain't [D] nobody feel your pain.
[Dm] The world's changing everything, time's moving fast.
My girl [G] said I need to race, I [Dm] loaned when she left.
I'm caught between my woman and my pistol [Bb] in my chest.
Triple B and God's move is all whistle with a dip.
[Dm] I'm lost in a lair with no plan, living life flawless.
Crime balls, contraband, let me toss this.
Media's got a lot of nerve, hear my buckets swerve.
I'm taking off from the curve.
The nervousness, neglect, [Bb] maybe pack a text.
To devolve into certainness, my wet and paid checks.
Like a kite satellite nigga, I'm flying my bullet.
It ain't right, parasites, triggers and fleas crawling.
Suck a dick and get busted, no emotion.
My devotion is out of my business nigga, keep on coasting.
Where you going, I been there, came back, it's lonely homie.
Steady flowing against the grain, nigga still don't know me.
It's about the money and the scrap shit, the scrap shit.
It ain't funny, niggas don't even know how to ask shit.
What can I do, what can I say, is there another way?
[G] Plus this shit all day, 24 [Dm] parlay.
My little homie [Bb] G, can't you see I'm up to three?
Niggas can't stand me, all eyes on me.
Made a life of some dog nigga, I'm still [G] a dead cop.
Made a life [Dm] of the boss player, all eyes on me.
_ [Gm] _ _ _
_ [Dm] All eyes on me.
Made a life of some dog nigga, I'm still [Eb] a dead cop.
Made a life of the boss player, all [Dm] eyes on me.
[Gm] _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ The feds is watching, niggas plotting to get me.
Will I survive, will I die?
Kamula's picture, the pop, feel it, you're giving me talk.
Niggas making [Gm] a grip, I told the Dutch I was way broke.
And that's [Dm] why I bled shit, was hyper as a [Bb] kid.
Oh, that's a teenager on my mobile calling big shots.
On his teenager, packing hundreds in my drawer.
Fuck the law, bitches, I fuck with a pax.
And I'm living rough and raw, catching cases at a fast rate.
Falling in the fast lane, hustle [Gm] till the morning.
[Dm] Never stop until the gas came.
Live my life as a dog nigga, until the day I die.
Live my life as a boss player, cause even getting high.
These niggas got me tossing shit.
I put the [Gm] top down, now [Bb] it's time to floss my shit.
Keep your head up nigga, make these motherfuckers suffer.
[Gm] Up in the Benz, burning rubber.
The money is mandatory, the whole squad strapped.
Just swimming through lights now.
Equipment's been pulling [Dm] through, bet.
Make sure your eyes on the [Gm] meal ticket.
Get your money motherfucker, let's get rich and we'll kick [Dm] it.
All eyes on me.
Made a life of some dog [G] nigga, I'm still a dead cop.
Made a life [Bb] of the boss player, all eyes on me.
_ [Gm] _ _ _
_ [Dm] All eyes on me.
Made a life of some dog nigga, I'm still a dead cop.
Made a life [Gm] of the boss player, all eyes on me. _ _ _
_ All eyes on [Dm] me. _ _
[Bb] All eyes on me.
Pay attention my niggas.
See how that [Dm] shit go.
Nigga walk up in it, motherfucker.
Be like, King!
_ Live my life as a dog nigga, until the day I die.
Live my life as a boss player, cause even getting high.
[Gm] Heavy motherfucker.
I got bust so slow, these [Dm] watchers.
Live my life as a dog nigga, until the day I die.
[Bb] Live my life as a boss player, all eyes on me.
Live my life as a boss player, all eyes on me. _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _
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