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Yeah nigga | Yo Pac (That's right) | Yo, I heard you got beat up by the police
Yeah nigga Yo Pac (That's right) Yo, I heard you got beat up by the police Got a big fat lawsuit and everything (yeah) Niggas just wanna know if you still gonna be on some crooked ass nigga shit Please tell me what's a nigga to do and it's true Ain't nuttin' new so I do what I can to get through Now first they had me trapped and now I'm pissed A loaded AK47 layin' on my hips so don't trip One motherfucker from the underground And Big Stretch buckin' niggas if they fuck around Yo, why ya'll got beef with police? Ain't that a bitch them motherfuckers gotta beef with me They make it hard for me to sleep I wake up at the slightest peep and my sheets are three feet deep I guess it's hard for you to see But now I'm pointin' the finger at police instead of them motherfuckers blamin' me I got the right to bear a pistol And when them punk motherfuckers get to trippin' I got shit too And maybe then you'll see the truth But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (aww) But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (aww) Oooh! You can't fuck with the crew, of crooked nigga too You know you really can't say that you blame niggas Fuck bein' tame, set a flame, tryin' to aim triggers 2pac'll spark a revolution, fuck the constitution I want my bucks for restitution This time you got a bigger problem Time to face the niggas from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem And we ain't shootin' at eachother (fuck no), that's a motherfuckin' brother So save two, run for cover And other bitches from the clan Come feel the wrath of a black man that doesn't smoke crack and I don't drink St. Ides (fuck that!) Genuine draft ganja ganja and my fuckin' Tec-9 They know their scared to see us sober (aww) Cobra, and niggas'll take the world over It's all up to you (up to you) Blame the Korean (fuck that) I'll be a crooked nigga too It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (aww) But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (aww) Oooh! You can't fuck with the crew, of crooked nigga too Why me? Play like Jasmine Guy and try me I'll be damned if I die, come look at the rage in my eyes G They got my homies in a jail cell Now it's the rebel and the devil and one of us is goin' to hell I got the whole place covered with loc'ed out brothers And nothing but love for each other So motherfucker make a motion I give a fuck, slice you up, and throw your ass in the ocean Temperatures drop See it's cool to shoot a nigga but they hate it when we pop the cops That's when they gettin' petrol You better watch your step or you'll be left on death row But I learned to look ahead of me Stay strapped, watch your back, keep your eyes on the enemy We blowin' up precincts and oooh! You can't fuck with the crew, of crooked nigga too It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (aww) But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then you'll see the truth (aww) Oooh! You can't fuck with the crew, of crooked nigga too
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