Grand Theft Auto 2Pac - I Don't Give A Fuck Lyrics

I don't give a f___
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 n____ he's jackin
I see no justice
All I see is n____s 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 m____-f___in' 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 s___
And f___ trying to get with these crooked a__ 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 p___ed cause it stays like this
And now they trying to send me off to Kuwait
Gimme a break
How much s___ can a n____ take
I ain't goin' nowhere no how
What you wanna throw down
Better bring your guns pal
Cuz this is the day we make 'em pay
f___ bailin' hate I bail and spray with my A-K
And even if they shoot me down
There'll be another n____ bigger
from the m____-f___in' underground
So step but you better step quick
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 m____-f___in night n____
Ready to buck and rip s___ up
I had enough and I don't give a f___

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

Walked in the store what's everybody staring at
They act like they never seen a m____ f___er wearing black
Following a n____ and s___
Ain't this a b____
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 a__ 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 f___in' nine
Mail stacked up n____s 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 f___

They just don't give a f___

I gotta give my f___ offs

f___ you to the San FranCisco police department
f___ you to the Marin County Sheriff department
f___ you to the F.B.I
f___ you to the C.I.A
f___ you to the B-u-s-h
f___ you to the AmeriKKKa
f___ you to all you redneck prejudice m____ f___as
And f___ yah
f___ Y'all
Punk gay sensitive little d___ b______s
2paclypse m____ f___in' know
Y'all can kiss my a__ and suck my d___
And my uncle Tommy's b____
f___ Y'all
Punks, punks, punks, punks, punks

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