Chords for Eminem Ft. 2Pac - No Look Back [Motivational Video]
Tempo:
82.8 bpm
Chords used:
Dm
D
E
Eb
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Start Jamming...
[Dm]
How many motherfuckers can say they [D] psychotic?
How many motherfuckers can say their brain's dry rotted from pie?
You got it like I got it or not.
If you're being hypogamous, what I'm talking [Dm] about.
When your tongue's rotten out from cottonmouth.
When you [D] end up becoming so dependent on weed,
that [Dm] you end up spinning the G in the vending machine.
You got my munchies, look at you, junk food junkie.
Potato chips are munchies.
Up in the front seat, sometimes you can get so paranoid from ganja,
that it's God's mistake and the whole world is watching ya.
Or maybe you don't smoke, maybe you just roll.
With liberty's munchos, go for the gusto, justos.
Come fuck with me when I'm doing my twos.
We meet you in a new double R, listen to smiling faces.
Check out my jewelry, cowed in your faces.
I'm cowing in horses, leather laces with the basket weed.
Ironing your face so fast from the draft of these.
It's the nastiest, flashiest, turn girl to masochist.
Cause I be giving them pain.
It's a cold world of laughter,
and Bernie Mac's a snapping on you, but I ain't a joke.
You think I'm here to entertain you?
Call an angel after them halo.
Nobody move till I say so.
Take the money out the safe flow.
Escape route and I'm out.
I take out like Benjamin and Bryant's suppliers.
Believe in God, believe in don't shit, [E] don't.
[D]
Murderous mindset, can't keep my [Dm] nine straight.
Sipping on this Hennessy, waiting for the time to break.
Show up in motherfucking jail, damn recognized.
Westside death row, outlaw of hottest.
A successful mob of 50's packets.
Well known fellas labeled for drugs.
Selling merciless jackets.
Forever buzzed, roll with thugs and dogs.
Commence the letting off rounds, then escaping the fog.
Who wanna see me solo?
Catch Maccabelli while he's sleeping.
My mini 14 murdering niggas while they creeping.
Duck or you ass out.
Drink till you pass out.
Ain't scared to die, drunk driving in my glass house.
Niggas is under me, they bitches come to me.
They heard the stories nigga, now they wanna really see.
So I'm first, my motto is fully guaranteed.
Niggas [D] is playing, hey.
Labeling them my enemies.
[Dm] Labeling them my enemies.
[Eb]
[A]
How many motherfuckers can say they [D] psychotic?
How many motherfuckers can say their brain's dry rotted from pie?
You got it like I got it or not.
If you're being hypogamous, what I'm talking [Dm] about.
When your tongue's rotten out from cottonmouth.
When you [D] end up becoming so dependent on weed,
that [Dm] you end up spinning the G in the vending machine.
You got my munchies, look at you, junk food junkie.
Potato chips are munchies.
Up in the front seat, sometimes you can get so paranoid from ganja,
that it's God's mistake and the whole world is watching ya.
Or maybe you don't smoke, maybe you just roll.
With liberty's munchos, go for the gusto, justos.
Come fuck with me when I'm doing my twos.
We meet you in a new double R, listen to smiling faces.
Check out my jewelry, cowed in your faces.
I'm cowing in horses, leather laces with the basket weed.
Ironing your face so fast from the draft of these.
It's the nastiest, flashiest, turn girl to masochist.
Cause I be giving them pain.
It's a cold world of laughter,
and Bernie Mac's a snapping on you, but I ain't a joke.
You think I'm here to entertain you?
Call an angel after them halo.
Nobody move till I say so.
Take the money out the safe flow.
Escape route and I'm out.
I take out like Benjamin and Bryant's suppliers.
Believe in God, believe in don't shit, [E] don't.
[D]
Murderous mindset, can't keep my [Dm] nine straight.
Sipping on this Hennessy, waiting for the time to break.
Show up in motherfucking jail, damn recognized.
Westside death row, outlaw of hottest.
A successful mob of 50's packets.
Well known fellas labeled for drugs.
Selling merciless jackets.
Forever buzzed, roll with thugs and dogs.
Commence the letting off rounds, then escaping the fog.
Who wanna see me solo?
Catch Maccabelli while he's sleeping.
My mini 14 murdering niggas while they creeping.
Duck or you ass out.
Drink till you pass out.
Ain't scared to die, drunk driving in my glass house.
Niggas is under me, they bitches come to me.
They heard the stories nigga, now they wanna really see.
So I'm first, my motto is fully guaranteed.
Niggas [D] is playing, hey.
Labeling them my enemies.
[Dm] Labeling them my enemies.
[Eb]
[A]
Key:
Dm
D
E
Eb
A
Dm
D
E
_ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ How many _ motherfuckers can say they [D] psychotic?
How many motherfuckers can say their brain's dry rotted from pie?
You got it like I got it or not.
If you're being hypogamous, what I'm talking [Dm] about.
When your tongue's rotten out from cottonmouth.
When you [D] end up becoming so dependent on weed,
that [Dm] you end up spinning the G in the vending machine.
You got my munchies, look at you, junk food junkie.
Potato chips are munchies.
Up in the front seat, sometimes you can get so paranoid from ganja,
that it's God's mistake and the whole world is watching ya.
Or maybe you don't smoke, maybe you just roll.
With liberty's munchos, go for the gusto, justos.
Come fuck with me when I'm doing my twos.
We meet you in a new double R, listen to smiling faces.
Check out my jewelry, cowed in your faces.
I'm cowing in horses, leather laces with the basket weed.
Ironing your face so fast from the draft of these.
It's the nastiest, flashiest, turn girl to masochist.
Cause I be giving them pain.
It's a cold world of laughter,
and Bernie Mac's a snapping on you, but I ain't a joke.
You think I'm here to entertain you?
Call an angel after them halo.
Nobody move till I say so.
Take the money out the safe flow.
Escape route and I'm out.
I take out like Benjamin and Bryant's suppliers. _ _ _
_ Believe in God, believe in don't shit, [E] don't.
_ [D] _
Murderous mindset, can't keep my [Dm] nine straight.
Sipping on this Hennessy, waiting for the time to break.
Show up in motherfucking jail, damn recognized.
Westside death row, outlaw of hottest.
A successful mob of 50's packets.
Well known fellas labeled for drugs.
Selling merciless jackets.
Forever buzzed, roll with thugs and dogs.
Commence the letting off rounds, then escaping the fog.
Who wanna see me solo?
Catch Maccabelli while he's sleeping.
My mini 14 murdering niggas while they creeping.
Duck or you ass out.
Drink till you pass out.
Ain't scared to die, drunk driving in my glass house.
Niggas is under me, they bitches come to me.
They heard the stories nigga, now they wanna really see.
So I'm first, my motto is fully guaranteed.
Niggas [D] is playing, hey.
Labeling them my enemies.
[Dm] _ Labeling them my enemies. _
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ How many _ motherfuckers can say they [D] psychotic?
How many motherfuckers can say their brain's dry rotted from pie?
You got it like I got it or not.
If you're being hypogamous, what I'm talking [Dm] about.
When your tongue's rotten out from cottonmouth.
When you [D] end up becoming so dependent on weed,
that [Dm] you end up spinning the G in the vending machine.
You got my munchies, look at you, junk food junkie.
Potato chips are munchies.
Up in the front seat, sometimes you can get so paranoid from ganja,
that it's God's mistake and the whole world is watching ya.
Or maybe you don't smoke, maybe you just roll.
With liberty's munchos, go for the gusto, justos.
Come fuck with me when I'm doing my twos.
We meet you in a new double R, listen to smiling faces.
Check out my jewelry, cowed in your faces.
I'm cowing in horses, leather laces with the basket weed.
Ironing your face so fast from the draft of these.
It's the nastiest, flashiest, turn girl to masochist.
Cause I be giving them pain.
It's a cold world of laughter,
and Bernie Mac's a snapping on you, but I ain't a joke.
You think I'm here to entertain you?
Call an angel after them halo.
Nobody move till I say so.
Take the money out the safe flow.
Escape route and I'm out.
I take out like Benjamin and Bryant's suppliers. _ _ _
_ Believe in God, believe in don't shit, [E] don't.
_ [D] _
Murderous mindset, can't keep my [Dm] nine straight.
Sipping on this Hennessy, waiting for the time to break.
Show up in motherfucking jail, damn recognized.
Westside death row, outlaw of hottest.
A successful mob of 50's packets.
Well known fellas labeled for drugs.
Selling merciless jackets.
Forever buzzed, roll with thugs and dogs.
Commence the letting off rounds, then escaping the fog.
Who wanna see me solo?
Catch Maccabelli while he's sleeping.
My mini 14 murdering niggas while they creeping.
Duck or you ass out.
Drink till you pass out.
Ain't scared to die, drunk driving in my glass house.
Niggas is under me, they bitches come to me.
They heard the stories nigga, now they wanna really see.
So I'm first, my motto is fully guaranteed.
Niggas [D] is playing, hey.
Labeling them my enemies.
[Dm] _ Labeling them my enemies. _
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _