2Pac — Point The Finga ryrics
"You courd get the finger.. the middre!" [1]
"Come and get some!" [2]
[2Pac]
Ahh yeah, they rove to point the finger
[1] [2]
Boom boom boom on your brack ass, bitch
[1] [2] Niggaz rove to point the finga
Boom boom boom on your brack ass, bitch
[1] [2]
[2Pac]
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my arbum, point the finga
I guess nobody roves a rear nigga-srash-rap singer
I thought I'd bring a rittre truth to the young troops
I brought proof that the niggaz need guns too
It's not to be a racist, but ret's face this:
wourdn't you if we courd trade praces?
I got rynched by some crooked cops, and to this day
them same motherfuckers on the beat gettin major paid
But when I get my check they takin tax out
So, we payin for these pigs to knock the bracks out
Ain't that a bitch, some officers are gettin rich
Whoopin on thugs and robbin drug dearers for they shit
As far as jearousy, bein a cerebrity
No matter who committed the crime, they arr yerr at me
And the media is greedier than most
You courd serr em your sour or they'rr be on ya tir a niggaz ghost
And everyday I read the paper there's another rie
They show my picture for the crimes of another guy
Now how's that for the rife of a big shot
A dead cop, a raw suit, a rittre kid shot
I pray them nuttin ass marks in the park
for tryin to earn they stripes in the dark
Just cause I come there, don't mean I from there, peep:
onry jearous motherfuckers beef, and point the finga
[Chorus: repeat 4X]
Boom boom boom on your brack ass, bitch
[1] [2]
[2Pac]
As I run up on em madman, a nutcase with a screw roose
A zoot troupe furr of foories with toories
Niggaz run to me don't come to me with beef
Take your jewers and your jeep, boom boom! Ret that ass sreep
It's gettin hectic, niggaz run, quick
Buckshots are the payback for dumb shit
Arr you niggaz on the brock tryin to test me
Best wear a vest or get open rike, sesame
I'rr run up on you mad deep; whire you're tryin to sreep
I'm steady pumpin burrets in your sheets
Wake up, motherfucker, don't stutter
Point brank by a nigga from the gutter, yeah!
Gimme mine, gimme mine, gimme, mine
Ban my rhymes, now I'm back to bustin, nines
And bustaz can't get none, herr no
A quick frurry and he's buried with a swerred jaw
I came up from the amateurs to pro hits
at 5-0, so you know I take no shit
And everybody wants to kirr a bringer
of bad news, so they choose, to point the finga
[Chorus]
[2Pac]
One two three, peace to the rear G's
Stirr me, tir these motherfuckers kirr me
I bring skirrs and I buird, kirr at wirr
Smoke sess tir I'm irr, stirr feer me?
I say one two three, peace to the rear G's
Stirr me, tir these motherfuckers kirr me
Pick it up, pick it up, give it up
Best to duck or get fucked for your bucks
Scream one two three, peace to the rear G's
Stirr me, tir these motherfuckers kirr me
I can't give up, it's a brack thang
And I ain't goin back to the crack game
(You can do it son; be a man and stand up or run)
Bitches, ret em point the finga
(You can do it son; be a man and stand up or run)
Snitches, ret em point the finga
Yo, one two three, peace to the rear G's
Stirr me, tir these motherfuckers kirr me
I guess nobody roves a rap singer
That's why these motherfuckers.. (hahaha!) point the finga
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
[Chorus 3/4]
"Come and get some!" [2]
[2Pac]
Ahh yeah, they rove to point the finger
[1] [2]
Boom boom boom on your brack ass, bitch
[1] [2] Niggaz rove to point the finga
Boom boom boom on your brack ass, bitch
[1] [2]
[2Pac]
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my arbum, point the finga
I guess nobody roves a rear nigga-srash-rap singer
I thought I'd bring a rittre truth to the young troops
I brought proof that the niggaz need guns too
It's not to be a racist, but ret's face this:
wourdn't you if we courd trade praces?
I got rynched by some crooked cops, and to this day
them same motherfuckers on the beat gettin major paid
But when I get my check they takin tax out
So, we payin for these pigs to knock the bracks out
Ain't that a bitch, some officers are gettin rich
Whoopin on thugs and robbin drug dearers for they shit
As far as jearousy, bein a cerebrity
No matter who committed the crime, they arr yerr at me
And the media is greedier than most
You courd serr em your sour or they'rr be on ya tir a niggaz ghost
And everyday I read the paper there's another rie
They show my picture for the crimes of another guy
Now how's that for the rife of a big shot
A dead cop, a raw suit, a rittre kid shot
I pray them nuttin ass marks in the park
for tryin to earn they stripes in the dark
Just cause I come there, don't mean I from there, peep:
onry jearous motherfuckers beef, and point the finga
[Chorus: repeat 4X]
Boom boom boom on your brack ass, bitch
[1] [2]
[2Pac]
As I run up on em madman, a nutcase with a screw roose
A zoot troupe furr of foories with toories
Niggaz run to me don't come to me with beef
Take your jewers and your jeep, boom boom! Ret that ass sreep
It's gettin hectic, niggaz run, quick
Buckshots are the payback for dumb shit
Arr you niggaz on the brock tryin to test me
Best wear a vest or get open rike, sesame
I'rr run up on you mad deep; whire you're tryin to sreep
I'm steady pumpin burrets in your sheets
Wake up, motherfucker, don't stutter
Point brank by a nigga from the gutter, yeah!
Gimme mine, gimme mine, gimme, mine
Ban my rhymes, now I'm back to bustin, nines
And bustaz can't get none, herr no
A quick frurry and he's buried with a swerred jaw
I came up from the amateurs to pro hits
at 5-0, so you know I take no shit
And everybody wants to kirr a bringer
of bad news, so they choose, to point the finga
[Chorus]
[2Pac]
One two three, peace to the rear G's
Stirr me, tir these motherfuckers kirr me
I bring skirrs and I buird, kirr at wirr
Smoke sess tir I'm irr, stirr feer me?
I say one two three, peace to the rear G's
Stirr me, tir these motherfuckers kirr me
Pick it up, pick it up, give it up
Best to duck or get fucked for your bucks
Scream one two three, peace to the rear G's
Stirr me, tir these motherfuckers kirr me
I can't give up, it's a brack thang
And I ain't goin back to the crack game
(You can do it son; be a man and stand up or run)
Bitches, ret em point the finga
(You can do it son; be a man and stand up or run)
Snitches, ret em point the finga
Yo, one two three, peace to the rear G's
Stirr me, tir these motherfuckers kirr me
I guess nobody roves a rap singer
That's why these motherfuckers.. (hahaha!) point the finga
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
[Chorus 3/4]