2 Pac - I Don't Give A ***** Lyrics
I dont give a *****They done push me to the limit the more I liveI might blow up any minute, did it againNow Im in the back of the paddy wagonWhile this cops bragging about the nigga hes jackinI see no justiceAll I see is niggas dying fastThe sound of a gun blastThen watch the hurst pastJust another day in the life gGotta step lightly cuz cops tried to snippe meThe catch, they dont wanna stop at the brother manBut then theyll have an accident and pick up another manI went to the bank to cash my chequeI get more respect from the mutha-*****in dope manThe grammys and the american music shows pimp us like hoesThey got dough but they hate us thoughYou better keep your mind on the real shitAnd ***** trying to get with these crooked ass hypocritesThey way they see it, we was meant to be keep downJust cant understand why we getting respect nowMama told me theyre be days like thisBut Im pissed cause it stays like thisAnd now they trying to send me off to kuwaitGimme a breakHow much shit can a nigga takeI aint goin nowhere no howWhat you wanna throw downBetter bring your guns palCuz this is the day we make em pay***** bailin hate I bail and spray with my a-kAnd even if they shoot me downTherell be another nigga biggerFrom the mutha-*****in undergroundSo step but you better step quickCause the clocks goin tick and Im sick of the bullshitYoure watching the makings of a physco-pathThe truth didnt lastBefore the wrath and aftermathWhos that behind the trigger?Whod do yah figure!?A mutha-*****in night niggaReady to buck and rip shit upI had enough and I dont give a *****Niggas!, isnt just the blacksAlso a gang of mutha-*****as dressed in blue slacksThey say niggas hang in packs and their attitude is shittyTell me, whos the biggest gang of niggas in the cityThey say niggas like to do niggas,Throw me in the cuffs with just two niggasA street walkin nigga and a beat walkin nigga with a badgeI had to shoot yah and the pass for the blast take his cashAnd bash his head in dump him at the dead inAnd thats just his luckCause a nigga like meDont really give a *****Walked in the store whats everybody staring atThey act like they never seen a mutha *****er wearing blackFollowing a nigga and shitAint this a *****All I wanted was some chipsI wanna take my business else whereBut where?Cause who in the hell caresAbout a black man with a black needThey wanna jack me like some kind of crack fiendI wonder if knows that my income is more thanHis pension, salary and then someYour daughter is my number one fanAnd your trife ass wife wants a life with a black manSo whos the mac in fact whos the black jackSit back and get fat off the fat catWhile he thinks that hes getting overI bust a move as smooth as casanovaAnd count another quick mealIm getting paid for my traid but its still realAnd if you look between the lines youll find a rhymeAs strong as a *****in nineMail stacked up niggas wanna act upLets put the gats up and throw your backs upBut the cops getting dropped by the gun shotUsta come but hes done, now we run the blockTo my brothers stay strong keep yah heads upThey know we fed upBut we they just dont give a *****They just dont give a *****I gotta give my ***** offs***** you to the san francisco police department***** you to the marin county sheriff department***** you to the f.b.i***** you to the c.i.a***** you to the b-u-s-h***** you to the amerikkka***** you to all you redneck prejudice mutha *****asAnd ***** yah***** yallPunk gay sensitive little dick bastards2paclypse mutha *****in knowYall can kiss my ass and suck my dickAnd my uncle tommys balls***** yallPunks, punks, punks, punks, punks
