Yo 'Pac yo, I heard you got beat up by the police
Got a big fat lawsuit and everything
n***as just wanna know
If you still gon' be on some crooked-a** sheeeit
[2Pac]
Please tell me what's a n***a 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 AK-47 lay under my head so I don't trip
One motherf**er from the Underground
And Big Stretch buckin n***as if they f** around
Yo why I got beef with police?
Ain't that a b**h that motherf**ers got a beef with me
They make it hard for me to sleep
I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deep
I guess it's hard for you to see
But now I'm pointin the finger at police
Instead of them motherf**ers blamin me
I got the right to bear a pistol
And when the punk motherf**ers get to trippin I got sh** too
And maybe then you'll see the truth (hell yeah)
But until then, I gotta do what I do
And stay a crooked n***a too
[Hook: Raphael Saadiq]
I've got to do, what I'm gon' do
I'm gon' say what I'm gon' say
I'm gon' live how I live - how else you want a n***a to live?
I'm gon' do, what I do
I'm gon' say, what I say
I'm gon' live how I live - how do you want a n***a to live?
[2Pac]
Y'know you really can't say that ya blame n***as
f** bein tame, set aflame, time to aim triggers
2Pac'll spark a revolution, f** the Constitution
I want my bucks for restitution
This time you got a bigger problem
Time to face the n***as from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem
And we ain't shootin at each other
That's my motherf**in brother, so Dave Duke, run for cover
And all the b**hes from the Klan
Come feel the wrath of a black man that doesn't smoke crack and
I don't drink St. Ides (f** that!)
Genuine Draft, ganja ganja, and my f**in tec-9
They know they scared to see us sober
Stop drinkin King Cobra, and n***as'll take the world over
It's all up to you (up to you)
Blame the Korean, blame the j**, or be a crooked n***a too
[Hook]
[2Pac]
Aiyyo! 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
And it's the Rebel and the Devil, and one of us is goin to Hell
I got the whole place covered, with loc'd out brothers
And nuttin but love for each other
So motherf**er make a motion
I give a f**, slice you up, and throw your a** in the ocean
Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a n***a
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 d**h row
But I learn 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 f** with the crew, of crooked n***a too
[Hook]
[Raphael Saadiq]
It's the coldest town from here to Georgia
(I'm a crooked n***a too)
It's the coldest town from here to Georgia
It's the coldest town from here to Georgia
(I'm a crooked.. crooked n***a too)
It's the coldest town from here to Georgia
Y'all gon' stop f**in with me
[Hook] - repeat to fade