Chords for Dj Belite - The Notorious B.I.G ft 2Pac Respect (Gangsta Remix)

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1970-something, nigga I don't sweat the date My moms was late, so I had to plan my [Bm] escape
Out the skins, in this world of fly girls Tangeray or Hennessy until I [F#m] called Earl
Ten months in this rut, what the fuck?
I wish [G#] moms a hurry [A] up so I can [Bm] get buck Wild Juvenile rippin' mics and shit
New York, New York, ready for the likes [F#m] of this
Uh, then came the worst date, May 21st 219, that's when my mama [Bm] wore the purse
No spouse in the house, so she rose herself To the hospital to see if she could [F#m] get a little help
Umbilical cords wrapped around my neck I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took [Bm] my first step
I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy The doctor looked and said he's gonna be a bad [F#m] boy _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[F#m] Penitentiary's packed with promise makers Never realized the precious time that bitch niggas be wasting
[Bm] Institutionalized, I live my life for product, we ain't the crumble
I'm too hard and forced, man, where the praise that you be humble?
We [F#m] ballin', catch me poppin' these, nigga callin'
In the nigga's store, that's that legacy I hear callin'
Can't [Bm] smoke, yeah, until I reach hell, I ain't scared
Mama should get in my bedroom, I ain't there
Now [F#m] I'm 13, smoking blunts, making cream On the drug scene, fuck the football team
Whisk it, [Bm] rock the sleeves by the age of 16 Hearing the coach scream, make my lifetime dream
I mean, I [F#m] wanna blow up, smack my dough up So school I didn't show up, it set my flow up
Mom said [Bm] that I should grow up and set myself Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself
Put the [F#m] drugs on the shelf
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[Bm] _ _ _ _ I was 18, you know you [F#m] can read my _ _ _ _ _ _
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Nah, [F#m] couldn't see it, star face, king of New York
I wanna be it, rap was secondary
Money [Bm] was necessary until I got incarcerated
Kinda scary, see, 74, Mark H.
[F#m] set me straight
Not able to move behind the great steel gate
Time to contemplate, damn, [Bm] when did I fail?
All the money I stacked was all the money for bail _ _
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