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Yo 'Pac |
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That's right, hehehe |
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Yo, I heard you got beat up by the police |
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Got a big fat lawsuit and everything |
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Yeah.. |
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*************z just wanna know |
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if you still gon' be on some crooked-ass ************* *************t |
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Please tell me what's a ************* to do, and it's true |
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Ain't nuttin new, so I do, what I can to get through |
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Now first they had me trapped and now I'm pissed |
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A loaded AK-47 lay under my head so I don't trip |
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One mother******* from the Underground |
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And Big Stretch buckin *************z if they ************* around |
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Yo why I got beef with police? |
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Ain't that a ************* that mother*******s got a beef with me |
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They make it hard for me to sleep |
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I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deep |
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I guess it's hard for you to see |
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But now I'm pointin the finger at police |
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instead of them mother*******s blamin me |
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I got the right to bear a pistol |
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And when the punk mother*******s get to trippin I got *************t too |
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And maybe then you'll see the truth |
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But until then, I gotta do what I do |
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and stay a crooked ************* too |
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[Chorus: 2Pac] |
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It's all up to you; but until then I gotta do what I do |
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and stay a crooked ************* too |
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And maybe then you'll see the truth; but until then |
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I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked ************* too |
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It's all up to you; but until then I gotta do what I do |
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and stay a crooked ************* too |
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And maybe then you'll see the truth; OOOH! |
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You can't ************* with the crew, of crooked ************* too |
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Y'know you really can't say that ya blame *************z |
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************* bein tame, set aflame, time to aim triggers |
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2Pac'll spark a revolution, ************* the Constitution |
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I want my bucks for restitution |
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This time you got a bigger problem |
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Time to face the *************z from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem |
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And we ain't shootin at each other (************* no!) |
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That's my mother****** brother, so Dave Duke, run for cover |
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And all the ******* from the Klan |
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Come feel the wrath of a black man that doesn't smoke crack and |
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I don't drink St. Ides (************* that!) |
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Genuine Draft, ganja ganja, and my ****** tec-9 |
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They know they scared to see us sober |
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(ahhhhhhh) Cobra, and *************z'll take the world over |
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It's all up to you (up to you) |
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Blame the Korean.. (************* that) or be a crooked ************* too |
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[Chorus] |
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Pardon me? Play like Jasmine Guy and try me |
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I'll be damned if I die, come look at the rage in my eyes G |
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They got my homies in a jail cell |
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And it's the Rebel and the Devil, and one of us is goin to Hell |
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I got the whole place covered, with loc'd out brothers |
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And nuttin but love for each other |
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So mother******* make a motion |
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I give a *************, slice you up, and throw your ass in the ocean |
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Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a ************* |
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but they hate it when we pop the cops |
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That's when they gettin petrol |
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You better watch your step or you'll be left on death row |
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But I learn to look ahead of me |
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Stay strapped watch your back keep your eyes on the enemy |
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We blowin up precincts and OOOH |
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You can't ************* with the crew, of crooked ************* too |
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[Chorus] |
