2pac - N.I.G.G.A. (Never Ignorant Getting Goals Accomplished) lyrics

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2pac - N.I.G.G.A. (Never Ignorant Getting Goals Accomplished) lyrics

n***as! (Yeah!) (Uh) n***as! Who's afraid of the punk police? n***as run the streets, no justice no peace f** the law, rather draw than do time Don't f** with mine, cross the line, my two nines Go baya baya when I shoot 'em Korean mothaf**ers was crooked, so n***as had to burn and loot 'em Now the streets ain't safe at night My n***as! Straight take his life So don't sleep when my Jeep creep up, how we hit 'em Empty the clip, then dip 'cause we did 'em Lickin' of shots for Latasha that's proper Love for my n***as but a glock for the coppers So what the f** you want to do now I packed a .9 last year, in '99 I'm packin' 2 now And even if they pull their triggers They can shoot one man, But nothings gonna stop the plan of true n***as n***as! (Yeah n***as, you can't f** with us) n***as! ('Cause bein' a n***a means you love n***as) n***as! (Jada!, ey yo) My dimes make the fiends go to sleep, So they call 'em bedrocks n***as is like photographers, all they take is head shots Your last words'll be, "damn what's all these red dots?" n***as nowawadays, they worry me, my bars is therapy As long as you usin' them thoroughly, Muah til the day that they bury me My n***as is stronger and tighter Now than they probably will ever be And I'm a product of the '70's The hood got n***as on punishment, That's why they never leave If I ain't eatin' with you, I'm probably beefin' with you If no money ain't involved ain't No need for me speakin' with you I know you got a gun but I'm hopin' you keep it with you 'cause unfortunately, I'm one of them rappers that keep a pistol and You know what the llama do, Shady/Aftermath, Ruff Ryders, D-Block, and of course Amaru Lotta people honor you, probably 'cause of the way you used to bring the drama to Whoever you wanted to, You a leader when you can get a leader to follow you But anyway, life goes on, So I'll see you when I art in heaven like our fathers do