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2pac - still don't give a fuck lyrics

[verse 1]
young black male, i barely made my way out
i couldn’t hack the jail, that’s why i plan to stay out
i’m getting fat mail, ’cause that would never play out
and making rap sales, i gotta another way out
jacking motherf-ckers for a livin’
i know too many famous people, to be hungry on thanksgiving
hear me, nervous and ya fear me
see me at my shows, don’t pose, n-gga cheer me
ain’t the type to sweat cha, doubt if i’ll forget cha
if you diss me wear a vest ’cause sucker i’ll get ya
in a hurry, throw a flurry and you’re buried
punk tried to jack, i peeled his cap, now i be happy don’t worry
i ain’t that average motherf-cka on the mic
say what i feel, stayin’ real, give a f-ck what you like
i write the type of sh-t that get the crowd hype
and if you diss me, don’t whisper, i’m the loud type
bump your fist for a n-gga named 2pacalypse
straight from the underground, n-gga, we be droppin’ sh-t
you can’t fade me, you craziness smoked out
i get some drank and hit the naked then i’m loc’d out
hey, provoke me if you wanna, i’m a nut
you wanna know what’s up?
ain’t nothin’ changed, still don’t give a f-ck

[hook]
still dropping more sh-t than a b-tch (it’s on)
man i don’t seen ’em motherf-cker
still dropping more sh-t than a b-tch (it’s on)
man i don’t seen ’em motherf-cker

[verse 2]
i give a shout out to my east coast street folks
all you other motherf-ckers get ya t–th broke
tryna talk about the town like we country
but you jealous ’cause the next n-gga’s phoney
if the bullsh-t you speakin’ never reach me
you best to reachin’ for your pistol when you see me
why? i’m from the bronx, motherf-cka, i was born to box
we can shoot it from here or we can pop the glocks
it’s on you, so n-gga, what you wanna do?
we go 1 on 1 and call on your crew
gotta crew so true that they lie for a n-gga
that they keep their eye on a n-gga ’cause they die for a n-gga
it’s so real, motherf-cka, can you feel it?
and it’s cool to hit the drink, but don’t k!ll it
and my poppa told me k!llers never brag a lot
i slip my glock in my pants and let it sag a lot
i ain’t a g-ngb-nging k!ller or crack slinger
just a oaktown n-gga turned rap singer
’cause it ain’t where you from, it’s how you come
and a real n-gga know another one when he see one
here’s a word for hoes at the shows
keep on your clothes and n-ggas wouldn’t call you hoes
’cause how you gon’ f-ck the crew
then get mad when them n-ggas get p-ssed to diss ya
game ain’t free, but i’ma warn ya, ya gotta be stronger
and make ’em wait a little longer
but i can’t wait, so let me hit ’em
hit ’em, hit ’em, hit ’em, hit ’em, quit ’em
’cause baby gotta pay for the nuts
these hoes wanna know what’s up
i still don’t give a f-ck

[hook]
still dropping more sh-t than a b-tch (haha yeah n-gga quite here)
man i don’t seen ’em motherf-cker
(dont like you music, shut the f-ck up)
still dropping more sh-t than a b-tch

[verse 3]
i heard n-gga say “he hate the way i curse”
now that hurts so um.. so this verse i’ma curse worse
jump like a toe when you want some
stick ya like bubblegum with the code name troublesome
they tried to ban my music ’cause the n-ggas is locin’ up
locin’ up ’cause the n-ggas is broke as f-ck
there’s no love for the inner city streets
so you never find peace ’til we get a piece
now that’s deep, don’t sleep, from ya dog’s cheatin’
but how the h-ll you gon’ help me from across the street
they forget about the brothers once they make it
then get a mad at a n-gga when we take it
well you lookin’ kinda cute in your three piece suit
but to people like duke, you a n-gga too
get smart, how the h-ll we gon’ be livin’ cool
when the other n-ggas didn’t get a part
sh-t, look inside yo heart

[outro]
still don’t give a f-ck
uh huh still don’t give a f-ck, still don’t give a f-ck
this for them punk -ss n-ggas that don’t know
oaktown is on a motherf-ckin’ [?] and we ain’t takin’ little seats
tryna and come out here talking that sh-t mad
your -ss gon’ get caps hehuhu
it’s like that n-gga (tell ’em) yeah
can’t beat this sh-t it’s a motherf-cking phase representing n-gga
all presenting
rpb is around don’t f-ck with them motherf-cking n-ggas in this town
we popping ’em and dropping ’em with the mouth
remember the next time that pull motherf-ckin’ on ’em
’cause it might be…
dang dang
dang dang

- 2pac lyrics

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