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tupac shakur – a crooked nigga too lyrics

intro:
yeah n-gg-,
(yo pac,)
that’s right.
(yo, i heard you got beat up by the police,)
(got a big fat law-suit and everything.)
yeah
(n-gg-z just wanna know if you still gon’ be on some crooked -ss n-gg- sh-t.)

verse 1:
please tell me what’s a n-gg- 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 p-ssed.
i love you reckon that fourty-seven layin on my hips, so don’t trip
a motherf-cker from the underground.
and big stretch buckin’ n-gg-z if they f-ck around.
yo, why ya got beef with police?
ain’t that a b-tch? that motherf-cker gotta 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 pointing the finger at police, instead of the motherf-ckers blamin’ me.
i got the right to bear pistol. and when the punk motherf-ckers get to trippin’ i got sh-t too.
and maybe then you see the truth. but until then i gotta do what i do and stay a crooked n-gg- too.

chorus:
it’s all up to you
but until then i gotta do what i do
and stay a crooked n-gg- too
and maybe then you see the truth (aah)
but until then i gotta do what i do
and stay a crooked n-gg- too
it’s all up to you
but until then i gotta do what i do
and stay a crooked n-gg- too
and maybe then you see the truth (aah)
ooh, you can’t f-ck with the crew
a crooked n-gg- too

verse 2:
you know you really can’t say that you blame n-gg-z.
f-ck being tame, set a flame, time to aim triggers.
tupac will spark a revolution, f-ck the const-tution.
i wan’t my bucks on rest-tution. this time you got a bigger problem.
time to face the n-gg-z in south central, oakland, brooklyn and harlem
and we ain’t shootin’ at each other, that’s a motherf-ckin’ brother
so they too, run for cover. and other b-tches from the clan.
come feel the wrath of a black man. that doesn’t smoke crack
and i don’t drink saint ides, (f-ck that)
genuine draft, ganja ganja and my f-cking tech nine.
they know they scared to see us sober (aah) cobra.
and n-gg-z ll take the world over. it’s all up to you.
blame the korean (uhh f-ck that) i’ll be a crooked n-gg- too.

verse 3:
pardon me. try me.
i’ll be d-mned if i die, come and look at the ways in my eyes g.
they got my homeys in the jail cell, now it’s the rebel and the devil
and one of us is going to h-ll. i got the whole placed covered.
with lope out brothers, and nothin’ but love for each other.
so motherf-cker make a motion, i’ll give a f-ck, slice you up, and throw you’re -ss in the ocean.
temperature’s droppin’, see it’s cool to shoot a n-gg-, but they hate it when we pop the cops.
that’s when they gettin’ petrol. you’ll better watch your step or you’ll be left on death row.
but i learned to look ahead of me, stay strapped, watch your back, keep your eyez on the enemy.
we blowin’ up precincts and ooh you can’t f-ck with the crew. a crooked n-gg- too.

chorus:
it’s all up to you
but until then i gotta do what i do
and stay a crooked n-gg- too
and maybe then you see the truth
but until then i gotta do what i do
and stay a crooked n-gg- too
it’s all up to you
but until then i gotta do what i do
and stay a crooked n-gg- too
and maybe then you see the truth
ooh, you can’t f-ck with the crew
a crooked n-gg- too

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