Crooked Nigga Too
Title | Crooked Nigga Too |
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Artist | 2Pac |
Album | Loyal to the Game |
Release Date | 2004-12-12 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Intro] Yeah, nigga Yo, 'Pac That's right, hahaha 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 gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit [Verse 1] Please tell me what's a nigga to do, and it's true Ain't nothin' 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 layin' on my hips so I don't trip One motherfucker from the Underground And Big Stretch buckin' niggas if they fuck around Yo, why I got beef with police? Ain't that a bitch, the motherfuckers got a 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, onstead of them mothafuckas blamin' me I got the right to bear a pistol And when the 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 [Chorus] 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 (Oh) 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 (Oh) Ooh, you can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too [Verse 2] You know, you really can't say that you blame niggas Fuck bein' tame, set a flame, time to aim triggers (Uh) Tupac'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 Souh Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem And we ain't shootin' at each other (Fuck, no) That's my motherfuckin' brother, so Dave Duke, run for cover And all the bitches from the Klan Come feel the wrath of a black man that doesn't smoke crack and I don't drink St. Ides (Fuck that) Genuine draft, guns and ganja and my fucking TEC-9 They know their scared to see us sober (Ah) Stop drinking King Cobra, and niggas will take the world over It’s all up to you (Up to you) Blame the Korean, blame the Jew (Fuck that) Or be a crooked nigga too You might also like[Chorus] 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 (Oh) 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 (Oh) Ooh, you can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too [Verse 3] 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'd out brothers And nothin' 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 learn to look ahead of me Stay strapped watch your back, keep your eyes on the enemy We blowin' up precincts and, ooh You can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too [Chorus] 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 (Oh) 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 (Oh) Ooh, you can't fuck with the crew, a crooked nigga too |