| I don’t give a fuck
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| They done push me to the limit the more i live
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| I might blow up any minute, did it again
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| Now i’m in the back of the paddy wagon
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| While this cops bragging about the nigga he’s jackin
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| I see no justice
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| All i see is niggas dying fast
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| The sound of a gun blast
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| Then watch the hurst past
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| Just another day in the life 'g'
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| Gotta step lightly cuz cops tried to snippe me The catch, they don’t wanna stop at the brother man
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| But then they’ll have an accident and pick up another man
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| I went to the bank to cash my cheque
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| I get more respect from the mutha-fuckin'dope man
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| The grammy’s and the american music shows pimp us like hoes
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| They got dough but they hate us though
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| You better keep your mind on the real shit
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| And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites
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| They way they see it, we was meant to be keep down
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| Just can’t understand why we getting respect now
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| Mama told me they’re be days like this
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| But i’m pissed cause it stays like this
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| And now they trying to send me off to kuwait
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| Gimme a break
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| How much shit can a nigga take
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| I ain’t goin’nowhere no how
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| What you wanna throw down
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| Better bring your guns pal
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| Cuz this is the day we make 'em pay
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| Fuck bailin’hate i bail and spray with my a-k
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| And even if they shoot me down
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| There’ll be another nigga bigger
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| From the mutha-fuckin'underground
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| So step but you better step quick
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| Cause the clocks goin’tick and i’m sick of the bullshit
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| You’re watching the makings of a physco-path
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| The truth didn’t last
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| Before the wrath and aftermath
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| Who’s that behind the trigger?
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| Who’d do yah figure?!
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| A mutha-fuckin night nigga
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| Ready to buck and rip shit up I had enough and i don’t give a fuck
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| Niggas!, isn’t just the blacks
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| Also a gang of mutha-fuckas dressed in blue slacks
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| They say niggas hang in packs and their attitude is shitty
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| Tell me, who’s the biggest gang of niggas in the city
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| They say niggas like to do niggas,
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| Throw me in the cuffs with just two niggas
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| A street walkin’nigga and a beat walkin’nigga with a badge
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| I had to shoot yah and the pass for the blast take his cash
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| And bash his head in dump him at the dead in And that’s just his luck
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| Cause a nigga like me Don’t really give a fuck
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| Walked in the store what’s everybody staring at They act like they never seen a mutha fucker wearing black
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| Following a nigga and shit
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| Ain’t this a bitch
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| All i wanted was some chips
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| I wanna take my business else where
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| But where?
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| Cause who in the hell cares
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| About a black man with a black need
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| They wanna jack me like some kind of crack fiend
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| I wonder if knows that my income is more than
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| His pension, salary and then some
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| Your daughter is my number one fan
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| And your trife ass wife wants a life with a black man
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| So who’s the mac in fact who’s the black jack
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| Sit back and get fat off the fat cat
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| While he thinks that he’s getting over
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| I bust a move as smooth as casanova
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| And count another quick meal
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| I’m getting paid for my traid but its still real
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| And if you look between the lines you’ll find a rhyme
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| As strong as a fuckin’nine
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| Mail stacked up niggas wanna act up Let’s put the gats up and throw your backs up But the cops getting dropped by the gun shot
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| Usta come but he’s done, now we run the block
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| To my brothers stay strong keep yah heads up They know we fed up But we they just don’t give a fuck
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| They just don’t give a fuck
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| I gotta give my fuck offs
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| Fuck you to the san francisco police department
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| Fuck you to the marin county sheriff department
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| Fuck you to the f.b.i
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| Fuck you to the c.i.a
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| Fuck you to the b-u-s-h
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| Fuck you to the amerikkka
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| Fuck you to all you redneck prejudice mutha fuckas
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| And fuck yah
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| Fuck y’all
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| Punk gay sensitive little dick bastards
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| 2paclypse mutha fuckin’know
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| Y’all can kiss my ass and suck my dick
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| And my uncle tommy’s balls
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| Fuck y’all
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| Punks, punks, punks, punks, punks |