mortuus est
Veteran
I don't give a fukk
They done push me to the limit I'm all in
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 nikka he's jackin
I see no justice
All I see is nikkas dying fast
The sound of a gun blast
Then watch the hurst past
Just another day in the life 'G'
Gotta step lightly cause 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 mother-fukkin' 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 shyt
And fukk 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 shyt can a nikka 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
fukk bailin' hate I bail and spray with my A-K
And even if they shoot me down
There'll be another nikka bigger
from the mother-fukkin' underground
So step but you better step quick
Cause the clocks goin' tick and I'm sick of the bullshyt
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 your figure!?
A mother-fukkin night nikka
Ready to buck and rip shyt up
I had enough and I don't give a fukk
nikkas!, isn't just the blacks
also a gang of mother-fukkers dressed in blue slacks
They say nikkas hang in packs and their attitude is shytty
Tell me, who's the biggest gang of nikkas in the city
They say nikkas like to do nikkas,
Throw me in the cuffs with just two nikkas
A street walkin' nikka and a beat walkin' nikka with a badge
I had to shoot you 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 nikka like me
don't really give a fukk
Walked in the store what's everybody staring at
They act like they never seen a mother fukker wearing black
Following a nikka and shyt
Ain't this a bytch
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 fukkin' nine
Mail stacked up nikkas 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 your heads up
They know we fed up
But we they just don't give a fukk
They just don't give a fukk
I gotta give my fukk offs
fukk you to the San Francisco police department
fukk you to the Marin County Sheriff department
fukk you to the F.B.I
fukk you to the C.I.A
fukk you to the B-u-s-h
fukk you to the America
fukk you to all you redneck prejudice mother fukkers
And fukk you
fukk Y'all
Punk gay sensitive little dikk b*stards
2pacalypse mother fukkin' know
Y'all can kiss my ass and suck my dikk
And my uncle Tommy's balls
fukk Y'all
Punks, punks, punks, punks, punks
I'm pretty easy going
