2pac - A Crooked n***a Too (raphael Saadiq Remix) lyrics

Yo 'Pac yo, I heard you got beat up by the police Got a big fat lawsuit and everything n***az 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***az 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 [Chorus: 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***az 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***az 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***az'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 [Chorus] [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 [Chorus] [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 [Chorus - repeat to fade]