All Eyez On Me

2Pac

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Tom:
[Intro]
Dm Gm (Big Syke, Newt, Hank, Beugard, Big Sur, y'all know how this shit go)
Dm Gm All eyes on me (motherfuckin' OG! Roll up in the club and shit, is that right?)
Dm Gm All eyes on me
Dm Gm All eyes on me (but you know what?) [Primeira Parte]
Dm I bet you got it twisted, you don't know who to trust
Gm So many playa-hatin' niggas tryin' to sound like us
Dm Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they knowin'
Gm Straight to the depths of hell is where those cowards goin'
Dm Well, are you still down? Nigga, holla when you see me
Gm And let these devils be sorry for the day they finally free me
Dm I got a caravan of niggas every time we ride
Gm Hittin' motherfuckers up when we pass by
Dm Until I die, live the life of a boss playa
Gm 'Cause even when I'm high, fuck with me and get crossed later
Dm The futures in my eyes, 'cause all I want is cash and thangs
Gm A five-double-oh Benz, flauntin' flashy rings
Dm Uhh, bitches pursue me like a dream
Gm Been known to disappear before your eyes just like a dope fiend
Dm It seems, my main thang was to be major paid
Gm The game sharper than a motherfuckin' razor blade
Dm Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies
Gm One nigga's gettin' jealous, and motherfuckers die
Dm Depend on me like the first and fifteenth
Gm They might hold me for a second, but these punks won't get me
Dm We got four niggas, in low riders and ski masks
Gm Screamin' thug life every time they pass [Refrão]
Dm All eyes on me Live the life of a thug nigga
Gm Until the day I die Live the life of a boss playa (all eyes on me)
Dm Gm 'Cause even gettin' high
Dm All eyes on me
Live the life of a thug nigga
Gm Until the day I die Live the life of a boss playa
Dm Gm 'Cause even gettin' high [Segunda Parte]
Dm So much trouble in the world, nigga
Gm Can't nobody feel your pain
Dm The world's changin' everyday, time's movin' fast
Gm My girl said I need a raise, how long will she last?
Dm I'm caught between my woman and my pistol and my chips
Gm Triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as I dip
Dm I'm lost in the land, with no plan, livin' life flawless
Gm Crime boss, contraband, let me toss this
Dm Needy hookers got a lot of nerve
Gm Let my bucket swerve, I'm takin' off from the curb
Dm The nervousness neglect make me pack a TEC
Gm Devoted to servin' this, Moët and pay checks
Dm Like Akai satellite, nigga, I'm forever ballin'
Gm It ain't right: parasites, triggers, and fleas crawlin'
Dm Sucker, duck and get busted, no emotion
Gm My devotion is handlin' my business, nigga, keep on coastin'
Dm Where you goin', I been there, came back as lonely, homie
Gm Steady flowin' against the grain, niggas still don't know me
Dm It's about the money in this rap shit, this crap shit
Gm It ain't funny, niggas don't even know how to act, shit
Dm What can I do? What can I say? Is there another way?
Gm Blunts and gin all day, twenty-fo' parlay
Dm My little homie G, can't you see I'm busta-free?
Gm Niggas can't stand me [Refrão]
Dm All eyes on me Live the life of a thug nigga
Gm Until the day I die Live the life of a boss playa (all eyes on me)
Dm Gm 'Cause even gettin' high
Dm All eyes on me Live the life of a thug nigga
Gm Until the day I die Live the life of a boss playa (all eyes on me)
Dm Gm 'Cause even gettin' high [Terceira Parte]
Dm The feds is watchin', niggas plottin' to get me
Gm Will I survive? Will I die? Come on, let's picture the possibility
Dm Givin' me charges, lawyers makin' a grip
Gm I told the judge I was raised wrong and that's why I blaze shit
Dm Was hyper as a kid, cold as a teenager
Gm On my mobile, callin' big shots on the scene major
Dm Packin' hundreds in my drawers; fuck the law!
Gm Bitches, I fuck with a passion, I'm livin' rough and raw
Dm Catchin' cases at a fast rate, ballin' in the fast lane
Gm Hustle 'til the mornin', never stopped until the cash came
Dm Gm Live my life as a thug nigga until the day I die
Dm Live my life as a boss playa, 'cause even gettin' high These niggas got me tossin' shit
Gm I put the top down, now it's time to floss my shit
Dm Keep your head up, nigga, make these motherfuckers suffer
Gm Up in the Benz, burnin' rubber
Dm The money is mandatory, the hoes is for the stress
Gm This criminal lifestyle, equipped with a bulletproof vest
Dm Make sure your eyes is on the meal ticket, get your money
Gm Motherfucker, let's get rich and we'll kick it [Refrão]
Dm All eyes on me Live the life of a thug nigga
Gm Until the day I die Live the life of a boss playa (all eyes on me)
Dm Gm 'Cause even gettin' high
Dm All eyes on me Live the life of a thug nigga
Gm Until the day I die Live the life of a boss playa (all eyes on me)
Dm Gm 'Cause even gettin' high
Dm Gm All eyes on me
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Composição: Tupac Shakur, 2Pac, Johnny J, T. Himes e J. Pennington

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