Yo 'Pac yo, I heard you got beat up by the police  Got a big fat lawsuit and everything  Niggaz just wanna know  if you still gon' be on some crooked-ass sheeeit    [2Pac]  Please tell me what's a nigga to do, and it's true  Ain't nuttin 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 lay under my head so I don't trip  One motherfucker from the Underground  And Big Stretch buckin niggaz if they fuck around  Yo why I got beef with police?  Ain't that a bitch that 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 3 feet deep  I guess it's hard for you to see  But now I'm pointin the finger at police  instead of them motherfuckers 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 (hell yeah)  But until then, I gotta do what I do  and stay a crooked nigga too    [Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]  I've got to do, what I'm gon' do  I'm gon' say what I'm gon' say  I'm gon' live how I live - how else you want a nigga to live?  I'm gon' do, what I do  I'm gon' say, what I say  I'm gon' live how I live - how do you want a nigga to live?    [2Pac]  Y'know you really can't say that ya blame niggaz  Fuck bein tame, set aflame, time to aim triggers  2Pac'll spark a revolution, fuck the Constitution  I want my bucks for restitution  This time you got a bigger problem  Time to face the niggaz from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem  And we ain't shootin at each other  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, ganja ganja, and my fuckin tec-9  They know they scared to see us sober  Stop drinkin King Cobra, and niggaz'll take the world over  It's all up to you (up to you)  Blame the Korean, blame the jew, or be a crooked nigga too    [Chorus]    [2Pac]  Aiyyo! 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  And 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 nuttin 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 OOOH  You can't fuck with the crew, of crooked nigga too    [Chorus]    [Raphael Saadiq]  It's the coldest town from here to Georgia  (I'm a crooked nigga too)  It's the coldest town from here to Georgia  It's the coldest town from here to Georgia  (I'm a crooked.. crooked nigga too)  It's the coldest town from here to Georgia  Y'all gon' stop fuckin with me    [Chorus - repeat to fade]