2Pac – All Eyez On Me (Guitar)

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(Big Syke, Newt, Hank, Beugard, Big Sur, y'all know how this shit go)

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All eyes on me (Motherfuckin' OG! Roll up in the club and shit, is that right?)

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All eyes on me

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All eyes on me    (But you know what?)

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I bet you got it twisted, you don't know who to trust

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So many playa-hatin' niggas tryin' to sound like us

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Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they knowin'

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Straight to the depths of hell is where those cowards goin'

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Well, are you still down? Nigga, holla when you see me

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And let these devils be sorry for the day they finally free me

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I got a caravan of niggas every time we ride

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Hittin' motherfuckers up when we pass by

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Until I die, live the life of a boss playa

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'Cause even when I'm high, fuck with me and get crossed later

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The futures in my eyes, 'cause all I want is cash and thangs

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A five-double-oh Benz, flauntin' flashy rings

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Uhh, bitches pursue me like a dream

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Been known to disappear before your eyes just like a dope fiend

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It seems, my main thang was to be major paid

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The game sharper than a motherfuckin' razor blade

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Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies

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One nigga's gettin' jealous, and motherfuckers die

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Depend on me like the first and fifteenth

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They might hold me for a second, but these punks won't get me

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We got four niggas, in low riders and ski masks

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Screamin' THUG LIFE every time they pass

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All eyes on me

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Until the day I die

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'Cause even gettin' high

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All eyes on me

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Until the day I die

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'Cause even gettin' high

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  So much trouble in the world, nigga

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  Can't nobody feel your pain

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The world's changin' everyday, time's movin' fast

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My girl said I need a raise, how long will she last?

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I'm caught between my woman and my pistol and my chips

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Triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as I dip

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I'm lost in the land, with no plan, livin' life flawless

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  Crime boss, contraband, let me toss this

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  Needy hookers got a lot of nerve

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Let my bucket swerve, I'm takin' off from the curb

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The nervousness neglect make me pack a TEC

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Devoted to servin' this, Moët and pay checks

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  Like Akai satellite, nigga, I'm forever ballin'

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  It ain't right: parasites, triggers, and fleas crawlin'

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  Sucker, duck and get busted, no emotion

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  My devotion is handlin' my business, nigga, keep on coastin'

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  Where you goin', I been there, came back as lonely, homie

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  Steady flowin' against the grain, niggas still don't know me

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  It's about the money in this rap shit, this crap shit

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  It ain't funny, niggas don't even know how to act, shit

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  What can I do? What can I say? Is there another way?

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  Blunts and gin all day, twenty-fo' parlay

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  My little homie G, can't you see I'm busta-free?

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  Niggas can't stand me

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All eyes on me

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Until the day I die

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'Cause even gettin' high

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All eyes on me

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Until the day I die

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'Cause even gettin' high

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The feds is watchin', niggas plottin' to get me

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Will I survive? Will I die? Come on, let's picture the possibility

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Givin' me charges, lawyers makin' a grip

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I told the judge I was raised wrong and that's why I blaze shit

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Was hyper as a kid, cold as a teenager

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On my mobile, callin' big shots on the scene major

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Packin' hundreds in my drawers; fuck the law!

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Bitches, I fuck with a passion, I'm livin' rough and raw

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Catchin' cases at a fast rate, ballin' in the fast lane

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Hustle 'til the mornin', never stopped until the cash came

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  Live my life as a thug nigga until the day I die

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Live my life as a boss playa, 'cause even gettin' high

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I put the top down, now it's time to floss my shit

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Keep your head up, nigga, make these motherfuckers suffer

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  Up in the Benz, burnin' rubber

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The money is mandatory, the hoes is for the stress

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This criminal lifestyle, equipped with a bulletproof vest

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Make sure your eyes is on the meal ticket, get your money

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Motherfucker, let's get rich and we'll kick it

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All eyes on me

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Until the day I die

                    Am   Dm
'Cause even gettin' high

            Am
All eyes on me

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Until the day I die

                    Am   Dm
'Cause even gettin' high

            Am Dm
All eyes on me