its for piano in basic... but it can be in guitar too :D
opening: c# A B F#
and the last is the same...
but... the chord B here is like that:
E(bass)--X
A--------2
D--------4
G--------4
B--------5
e--------2
im sure that is the correct chords, enjoy!
efrat =)
[Busta Rhymes]
See a nigga survived the worst, but my life is glorious (huh!)
But I know that I leap to be hurdled and I'm so victorious (huh!)
Take a look, I'm a symbol of greatness now call a nigga Morpheus (yeah)
As force secure in the wind but I believe I'm so notorious (yeah)
You know that I've been by my bread even though we rappin now (yes)
And when you deliver on the strip
even though a nigga higher level trappin now (huh!)
So you can see that everyone on my middle struggles and (huh!)
for your ass is never been an option (trust)
A nigga paper long like once on the trap
and I'm about to take the hood choppin
Get it!
[ Tab from: https://www.guitartabs.cc/tabs/l/linkin_park/we_made_it_crd_ver_2.html ]
[Chorus: Chester Bennington] + (Busta Rhymes)
Together we made it (you see we did it niggaz!)
We made it even though we had our backs up against the wall (c'mon)
Forever we waited {ha ha!}
And they told us we were never gonna get it
But we took it on the road (to the riches) on the road (to the ghetto)
On the rooooad (and the projects to this bangin instrumental)
On the road (ride with me) on the road (we come and get it)
On the rooooad (yeah, yeah, yeah!)
[Mike Shinoda]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yo
When it all got started we was steadily just gettin rejected
And it seemed like nothin we could do would ever get us respected
At best we was stressed, at the worst they probably said we're pathetic
Had all the pieces to that puzzle just a way to connect it
I was fightin through every rhyme, tightenin up every line
Never restin the question if I was out of my mind
It finally came time to do it or let it die
So we put the chips on the table and told 'em to let it ride
Sing it, yeah!
[Chorus]
[Busta Rhymes]
Look, in case you misunderstand exactly what I'm buildin
Shit that I could lead for my children (children) children (children)
Now on my wake up I smile, to see how far I've come (yeah)
Fightin for sales on a strip, to I get my hustle from (yeah)
From nights in jail on a bench, usin my muscles son (yeah)
To countin money like Dre and Jimmy and Russell ones (yeah nigga)
But now I live when I dream, you see we finally get it (ohh!)
Let's make a toast to the hustle regardless how you get it
Sing it!
[Chorus]
