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I don't give a fuck
They done push me to the limit the more I live
I might blow up any minute, did it again
Now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon
While this cops bragging about the nigga he's jackin
I see no justice
All I see is niggas dying fast
The sound of a gun blast
Then watch the hurst past
Just another day in the life 'G'
Gotta step lightly cuz cops tried to snippe me
The catch, they don't wanna stop at the brother man
But then they'll have an accident and pick up another man
I went to the bank to cash my cheque
I get more respect from the mutha-fuckin' dope man
The Grammy's and the American music shows pimp us like hoes
They got dough but they hate us though
You better keep your mind on the real shit
And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites
They way they see it, we was meant to be keep down
Just can't understand why we getting respect now
Mama told me they're be days like this
But I'm pissed cause it stays like this
And now they trying to send me off to Kuwait
Gimme a break
How much shit can a nigga take
I ain't goin' nowhere no how
Better bring your guns pal
Cuz this is the day we make 'em pay
Fuck bailin' hate I bail and spray with my A-K
And even if they shoot me down
There'll be another nigga bigger
So step but you better step quick
from the mutha-fuckin' underground
Cause the clocks goin' tick and I'm sick of the bullshit
You're watching the makings of a physco-path
The truth didn't last
Before the wrath and aftermath
Who's that behind the trigger?
Who'd do yah figure!?
A mutha-fuckin night nigga
Ready to buck and rip shit up
I had enough and I don't give a fuck

Niggas!, isn't just the blacks
also a gang of mutha-fuckas dressed in blue slacks
They say niggas hang in packs and their attitude is shitty
Tell me, who's the biggest gang of niggas in the city
They say niggas like to do niggas,
Throw me in the cuffs with just two niggas
A street walkin' nigga and a beat walkin' nigga with a badge
I had to shoot yah and the pass for the blast take his cash
And that's just his luck
And bash his head in dump him at the dead in
Cause a nigga like me
don't really give a fuck

Walked in the store what's everybody staring at
They act like they never seen a mutha fucker wearing black
Following a nigga and shit
Ain't this a bitch
All I wanted was some chips
I wanna take my business else where
But where?
Cause who in the hell cares
About a black man with a black need
They wanna jack me like some kind of crack fiend
I wonder if knows that my income is more than
His pension, salary and then some
Your daughter is my number one fan
And your trife ass wife wants a life with a black man
So who's the mac in fact who's the black jack
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 meal
I'm getting paid for my traid but its still real
And if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme
AS strong as a fuckin' nine
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
Usta come but he's done, now we run the block
To my brothers stay strong keep yah heads up
They know we fed up
But we they just don't give a fuck

They just don't give a fuck

I gotta give my fuck offs

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