Point The Finga Lyrics
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#111;t;You could get the finger.. the middle!" <em>[1]em><br />"Come and get some!" <em>[2]em><br /><br /><em>[2Pac]em><br />Ahh yeah, they love to point the finger<br /><em>[1]em> [2]<br /><br />Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch<br /><em>[1]em> [2] Niggaz love to point the finga<br />Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch<br /><em>[1]em> [2]<br /><br /><em>[2Pac]em><br />I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point the finga<br />I guess nobody loves a real nigga-slash-rap singer<br />I thought I'd bring a little truth to the young troops<br />I brought proof that the niggaz need guns too<br />It's not to be a racist, but let's face this:<br />wouldn't you if we could trade places?<br />I got lynched by some crooked cops, and to this day<br />them same motherfuckers on the beat gettin major paid<br />But when I get my check they takin tax out<br />So, we payin for these pigs to knock the blacks out<br />Ain't that a bitch, some officers are gettin rich<br />Whoopin on thugs and robbin drug dealers for they shit<br />As far as jealousy, bein a celebrity<br />No matter who committed the crime, they all yell at me<br />And the media is greedier than most<br />You could sell em your soul or they'll be on ya til a niggaz ghost<br />And everyday I read the paper there's another lie<br />They show my picture for the crimes of another guy<br />Now how's that for the life of a big shot<br />A dead cop, a law suit, a little kid shot<br />I play them nuttin ass marks in the park<br />for tryin to earn they stripes in the dark<br />Just cause I come there, don't mean I from there, peep:<br />only jealous motherfuckers beef, and point the finga<br /><br /><em>[Chorus: repeat 4X]em><br /><br />Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch<br /><em>[1]em> [2]<br /><br /><em>[2Pac]em><br />As I run up on em madman, a nutcase with a screw loose<br />A zoot troupe full of foolies with toolies<br />Niggaz run to me don't come to me with beef<br />Take your jewels and your jeep, boom boom! Let that ass sleep<br />It's gettin hectic, niggaz run, quick<br />Buckshots are the payback for dumb shit<br />All you niggaz on the block tryin to test me<br />Best wear a vest or get open like, sesame<br />I'll run up on you mad deep; while you're tryin to sleep<br />I'm steady pumpin bullets in your sheets<br />Wake up, motherfucker, don't stutter<br />Point blank by a nigga from the gutter, yeah!<br />Gimme mine, gimme mine, gimme, mine<br />Ban my rhymes, now I'm back to bustin, nines<br />And bustaz can't get none, hell no<br />A quick flurry and he's buried with a swelled jaw<br />I came up from the amateurs to pro hits<br />at 5-0, so you know I take no shit<br />And everybody wants to kill a bringer<br />of bad news, so they choose, to point the finga<br /><br /><em>[Chorus]em><br /><br /><em>[2Pac]em><br />One two three, peace to the real G's<br />Still me, til these motherfuckers kill me<br />I bring skills and I build, kill at will<br />Smoke sess til I'm ill, still feel me?<br />I say one two three, peace to the real G's<br />Still me, til these motherfuckers kill me<br />Pick it up, pick it up, give it up<br />Best to duck or get fucked for your bucks<br />Scream one two three, peace to the real G's<br />Still me, til these motherfuckers kill me<br />I can't give up, it's a black thang<br />And I ain't goin back to the crack game<br />(You can do it son; be a man and stand up or run)<br />Bitches, let em point the finga<br />(You can do it son; be a man and stand up or run)<br />Snitches, let em point the finga<br />Yo, one two three, peace to the real G's<br />Still me, til these motherfuckers kill me<br />I guess nobody loves a rap singer<br />That's why these motherfuckers.. (hahaha!) point the finga<br /><br /><em>[Chorus]em><br /><br /><em>[Chorus]em><br /><br /><em>[Chorus 3/4]em><br />