What's up?
Yo, this C-Note, Rollers tried to jack a nigga up
'Cause a nigga with a pearl rollin' on a Coupe with goldens
Yo, man, what's up? This Rod
Motherfucker jacked me up, rollin' 'round bumping
'Cause music's too loud, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, this is P-O to the G-O
Motherfuckin' cop just jacked me, 'cause I was drinking beer in Mill Valley
What's up, man?
Aight, man, fuck 'em

I don't give a fuck
They done push me to the limit, I'm all in
I might blow up any minute, did it again
And now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon

While this cops braggin' about the nigga he's jacking
I see no justice
All I see is niggas dying fast
The sound of a gun blast

Then watch the hearse past
Just another day in the life, G
Gotta step lightly 'cause cops tried to snipe me
The catch, they don't wanna stop for a brother man

But then they'll have an accident and pick up another man
I went to the bank to cash my check
I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope man
The Grammy's and the American music shows, they 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
The way they see it, we was meant to be kept 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
What you wanna throw down?

Better bring your guns pal
'Cause this is the day we make 'em pay
Fuck balin' hay, I bail and spray with an AK
And even if they shoot me down

There'll be another nigga bigger
From the motherfuckin' 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 psychopath
The truth didn't last
Before the wrath and aftermath
Who's that behind the trigger?

Who do you figure?
A motherfuckin' 90's nigga
Ready to buck and rip shit up
I had enough (yeah)
And I just don't give a fuck

Niggas, ain't just the blacks
Also a gang of motherfuckers 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
So me and the cop are just two niggas
A street walkin' nigga and a beat walkin' nigga with a badge
I end his future and his past with a blast, take his cash
Before bash and bash his head in, dump him at the dead in
And that's just his luck
'Cause a nigga like P
Don't really give a fuck

(Right, that's how you do that shit) (yeah)

Walked in the store what's everybody staring at?
They act like they never seen a mother 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 trade 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 blacks up
But the cops getting dropped by the gunshot

Used to come but he's done, now we run the block
To my brothers stay strong keep your heads up
They know we fed up
But we they just don't give a fuck

(Yeah)
They just don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck either man (Yeah)
I gotta give my fuck offs

Fuck you to the San Francisco police department (fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you)
Fuck you to the Marin County Sheriff department (you're another one)
Fuck you to the F.B.I (you're another one)
Fuck you to the C.I.A (you're another one)
Fuck you to the B-U-S-H (you're another one)
Fuck you to the Ameri-KKK-a (you're another one)
Fuck you to all you redneck prejudice mother fuckers (you're another one)
That wanna fuck with me, fuck y'all (you're another one, you're another one, you're another one)
Punk gay sensitive little dick bastards (lil tiny tiny tiny)
2pacalypse mother fuckin' now (yeah)
Y'all can kiss my ass and suck my dick (yeah, yeah))
And my uncle Tommy's balls (haha)
Fuck Y'all (yeah)
Punks, punks, punks, punks, punks

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Mickey Cooley, Ramon Russell Gooden, Rodney Cooley, Teah Hari, Tupac Amaru Shakur