[ti:Point the finga]
[ar:2Pac]

2Pac - Point the finga
[00:02]You could get the finger
[00:04]Come and get some!!
[00:05]The middle.
[00:06]Aaaww yeah!
[00:07]They love to point the finger.
[00:15][00:10]Boom!Boom!Boom! on your black ass, bitch.
[00:18]I thought I hit rock bottom,
[00:19]Then my album point the finger.
[00:21]I guess nobody loves a real nigga-slash-rap singer.
[00:24]I thought I'd bring a little truth to the young troops.
[00:27]I brought proof that the niggas need guns too.
[00:29]It's not to be a racist, but let's face this.
[00:31]Wouldn't you if we could trace places.
[00:33]I got lynch spots from the cops.
[00:35]And till this day, the same motha fucka on the beats gettin major pay.
[00:38]But whenI get my techa-techa techs out.
[00:41]So, we prayin for these pigs to knock the blacks out.
[00:43]Ain't that a bitch.
[00:44]Some officers'll get rich.
[00:46]Whoopin on thugs and robbin drug dealers for their shit.
[00:48]As far as jealousy, being a celebrity,
[00:50]No matter who committed the crime, they all yell at me.
[00:53]And the media is greedier than most.
[00:55]You could sell em your soul and they'll be on ya till a nigga's a ghost.
[00:58]And everyday I read the paper, there's another lie.
[01:00]They show my picture for the crimes of another guy.
[01:02]Now how's that for the life of a big shot.
[01:05]A dead cop, a law suit, a little kid shot.
[01:07]I play them funky ass marks in the park
[01:09]By tryin to earn their stripes in the dark.
[01:11]Just cuz I come here, don't mean I from here.
[01:15]Peep.
[01:16]Only jealous motha fucka beef.
[01:17]Point the finger.
-Chorus repeats-
[01:36]As I run up on a mad man, a nut case with a screw loose.
[01:39]A zoot troupe full of foolies with toolies.
[01:41]Niggas run to me.
[01:42]Don't come to me with beef.
[01:43]Take your jewels and your jeep.
[01:45]Boom! Boom!, let that ass sleep.
[01:46]It's gettin hectic.
[01:47]Niggas run quick.
[01:48]Buckshots are the payback for dumb shit.
[01:51]All you niggas on the block tryin to test me,
[01:53]Best wear a vest so I could open like I'm sesame.
[01:56]I'll run up on your man deep.
[01:57]While your tryin to sleep, I'm steady pumpin bullets in your sheets.
[02:00]Wake up.
[02:01]Motha fucka, don't stutter.
[02:02]Point blank by a nigga from the gutter.
[02:04]Yeah.
[02:05]Give me mine, give me mine, give me mine.
[02:08]Made my rhyms, now I'm back here bustin 9's.
[02:10]And brothas can't get none. Hell no.
[02:12]A quick fury and he's bury with a swell jaw.
[02:15]I came in from the amateaurs to pro hits.
[02:17]And 5-0, so you know I take no shit.
[02:20]And everybody wants to kill a bringer.
[02:22]I'm bad news so they choose,
[02:24]To point the finger.
-Chorus repeats-
[02:44]1,2,3.
[02:45]Peace to the real Gs.
[02:46]Stay mean till these motha fuckas kill me.
[02:49]I bring skills and I been killin wills.
[02:51]Smokin sess till I'm ill.
[02:52]Still feel me?
[02:53]I say 1,2,3.
[02:54]Peace to the real Gs.
[02:56]Still mean till these motha fuckas kill me.
[02:58]Pick it up, pick it up, give it up.
[03:00]Best to duck or get fucked for bucks.
[03:03]Scream 1,2,3.
[03:04]Peace to the real Gs.
[03:06]Still mean till these motha fuckas kill me.
[03:08]I can't give up.
[03:09]It's a rap thang.
[03:10]And I ain't goin back to the crack game.
[03:14]You can do it son.
[03:15]Be a man and stand up or run.
[03:16]Bitches, let em point the finger.
[03:18]You can do it son.
[03:19]Be a man and stand up or run.
[03:21]Snitches, let em point the finger.
[03:23]Yo, 1,2,3.
[03:24]Peace to the real Gs.
[03:25]Still mean till these motha fuckas kill me.
[03:28]I guess nobody loves a rap singer.
[03:30]That's why these motha fuckas point the finger.
-Chorus repeats-
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