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2pac - i don't give a fuck lyrics

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[intro: skit]
— what’s up?
— yo, this scene: rollers tried to jack a n-gga ’cause a n-gga with a pearl rollin’ on a coupé with goldens
— yo, man, what’s up? this riding motherf-cker, jack me at rollin’ ’round bumping, ’cause music’s too loud, you know what i’m sayin’?
— yo, this is p-o to the g-o
— motherf-ckin’ cop just jacked me, ’cause i was drinking beer in mill valley
— what’s up, man?
— a’ight, man, f-ck ’em

[verse 1: 2pac]
i don’t give a f-ck
they done pushed me to my limit, i’m all in
i might blow up any minute, did it again
and now i’m in the back on the paddy wagon
while this cop’s bragging about the n-gga he’s jackin’
i see no justice, all i see is n-ggas dyin’ fast
the sound of a gun blast, then watch the he-rs- p-ss
just another day in the life, g
gotta step lightly, ’cause cops tried to snipe me
the cabs, they don’t wanna stop for a brother, man
but d-mn near have an accident to pick up another man
i went to the bank to cash my check
i get more respect from the motherf-ckin’ dope man
the grammys and american music shows
they pimp us like hoes, take our dough, but they hate us, though
you better keep your mind on the real sh-t
and f-ck tryin’ to get with these crooked–ss hypocrites
the way they see it, we was meant to be kept down
just can’t understand why we gettin’ respect, now
mama told me there’d be days like this
but i’m p-ssed, ’cause it stays like this
and now they’re trying to ship me off to kuwait?
give me a break! how much sh-t can a n-gga take?
i ain’t going nowhere, no how
bush wanna throw down?
you better bring the gun, pal
’cause this is the day we make ’em pay
f-ck bailing hay, i better spray with an ak
and even if they shoot me down
there’ll be another n-gga bigger
from the motherf-ckin’ underground
so, step but you better step quick
’cause the clock’s going tick and i’m sick of the bullsh-t
you’re watching the makings of a psychopath
but you sit and laugh before the wrath and aftermath
who’s that behind the trigger?
who do you think? a motherf-ckin’ 90’s n-gga
ready to buck and rip sh-t up, i had enough!
(yeah) and i just don’t give a f-ck

[verse 2: pogo]
n-gga, it ain’t just the blacks
it’s also a gang of motherf-ckers dressed in blue slacks
they say n-ggas hang in packs and they att-tude is sh-tty
so, tell me, who’s the biggest gang of n-ggas in the city?
they say we n-ggas like to do n-ggas
so me and a cop are just two n-ggas
a street-walkin’ n-gga and a beat-walkin’ n-gga
with a badge, i end his future and his past
with a blast, take his cash before i dash, i bash his head in
dump him at the dead end and that’s just his luck
’cause a n-gga like p don’t really give a f-ck

[verse 3: 2pac]
walked in the store, what’s everybody staring at?
they act like they never seen a motherf-cker wearing black
following a n-gga and sh-t—ain’t this a b-tch?
all i wanted was some chips
i wanna take my business elsewhere, but where?
’cause who in the h-ll cares
about a black man with a black need?
they wanna jack me like some kind of crack fiend
i wonder if he knows that my income
is more than his pension, salary and then some
your daughter is my number one fan
and your trife–ss wife wants a life with a black man
so who’s the mack? in fact, who’s the blackjack?
sit back and get fat off the fat cat
while he thinks that he’s getting over
i bust a move as smooth as casanova
and count another quick mill’
i’m getting paid for my trade, but i’m still real
and if you look between the lines you’ll find a rhyme
as strong as a f-ckin’ nine
mail stacked up, n-ggas wanna act up
let’s put the gats up and throw your blacks up
but the cops getting dropped by the gun shot
used to come but he’s done, now we run the block
to my brothers: stay strong, keep your heads up
they know we fed up
but they just don’t give a f-ck
(they just don’t give a f-ck)

[outro: 2pac]
i gotta give my f-ck offs
f-ck you to the san francisco police department
f-ck you to the marin county sheriff’s department
f-ck you to the fbi
f-ck you to the cia
f-ck you to the b-u-s-h
f-ck you to the ameri-k-k-ka
f-ck you to all you redneck prejudice motherf-ckers
that wanna f-ck with me, f-ck y’all!
punk-g-y insensitive little d-ck b-st-rds
2pacalypse motherf-ckerin’ now
y’all can all kiss my -ss and suck my d-ck
and my uncle tommy’s b-lls
f-ck y’all
punks!

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