I Feel Like Pac/I Feel Like Biggie Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Am]
I've been waiting for a long
time (how long)
Real damn long time (how long)
I've been waiting for a long
time (how ya feel)
Man.

[Verse 2]
I feel like [Am]Pac, I [F]feel like Biggie
I'm [Am]feeling like these hating niggas
[F]waiting to get me
I'm losing my [Am]sleep,
I'm losing my mind2
You know I go hard when it [F]comes to mine
I [Am]feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie

[Verse 3]
Sucka walk up on me, talking like he know me
[Am]
Ain't no codefendant do my
dirt all by my lonely
Down south nigga, talking Jam Pony
Rest in Peace to Uncle Al,
he showed me my first Rollie
Bitches want to [F]know me,
haters want to show me
[Am]But I'm just so [F]vicious Double
M worth eighty [Am]tickets
Cop just pulled [F]me over,
[Am]caught up in this thing
Take my case to [F]trial,
my juror Paula Deen5
[Am]I know they hate a [F]nigga but
he's such a major [Am]nigga
Give Chelsea Clinton the .44 when
[F]C.I.A. was [Am]with us
305 the [F]realest, [Am]Ricky [F]Ross the richest
[Am][F][Am]
[F][Am]
Belaire on my table, I talk it [F]then I live [Am]it
Ay yo, don't be afraid to be great motherfuckers,

[Verse 4]
let's go
[Am]All you starve and I eat fast,
Mulsanne when I creep past
Blacked out, I max out,
with the same watch on Meech hand
We killing niggas no repents,
my momma got like three Jags
You talkin' bout you a baller, nigga we
really gettin' that street cash
Say old money, new work,
smell the 'caine on my new shirt
My OG said [F]strap up and [Am]don't lay your
head where you do dirt2
And my momma said do [F]school work,
[Am]I was making that tool work
And niggas wanted me dead
with [F]a whole all in my head
Man they [Am]hit Big in the passenger,
hit Pac in the passenger
So I'm riding round with this [F]Mac on me,
and a bunch of shooters in [Am]back of us
Roll up, you a dead man,
headshots when we clap at ya3
We sendin niggas to the motherland,

[Interlude 1]
and I ain't talkin' bout Africa
[Am][F][Am][F][Am]
[F]Feel like it's

[Verse 5]
[Am]me against the world,
bury me a G
My middle finger to the world,
[F]I'm gon' forever [Am]be a G3
Pussy nigga want a witness,
stay armed, no Biggie
When we get busy, no alarms, [F]just semis
We [Am]pour out a little liquor, thug [F]life,
[Am]straight balling3
We cradle to the [F]grave,
ride when my homie [Am]call
Give a damn if [F]it mean life or death,
what's beef?
When some[Am]body gotta [F]die,
we gon' [Am]march to the street
They said Brenda had a [F]baby
but she left it in [Am]the alley
One shot that playa hater now we
[F]going back [Am]to Cali5
Hypnotize niggas, [F]I got a story to tell
My ambitions as a rider got
me "ready to die5
And when we [Am]ride on no more [F#dim]pain,
we [Am]go hard as shit
Why you complaining and you
[F#dim]wonder why we ca[Am]ll you bitch
It's an every day struggle nigga,
me and my bitch
[F]It's unbelievable suicidal
thoughts you would get
Said [Am]fuck me [F]warning and
the gun don't blast
[F#dim]Give me the loot, sor[Am]ry nigga,[F#dim]
give me [F]one more chance
[F#dim]You know this shit don'[Am]t sto[F]p, keep
these suckers under pressure
Hollerin' [F#dim]only God can judg[Am]e me
shawty, I ain't mad at ya
Got my mind made [Am]up ,
you [F]nigga "can't see me"
A paid thug nigga,
that's why shorty wanna be me
See a kid around around in your
town kick in your door
I feel like Pac and Biggie, love the dough
[Am]more than[F][Am]
[F]you[Am] know[F]

[Verse 6]
Ay yo, [Am]how[F][Am]
you gon' compare
yourself to greatness
If you ain't ready to be great, man?
Ain't no more to it