Yo 'Pac yo, I heard you got beat up by the police
Got a big fat lawsuit and everything
^!$$%z just wanna know

if you still gon' be on some crooked-ass sheeeit

[2Pac]

Please tell me what's a ^!$$% to do, and it's true
Ain't nuttin new, so I do, what I can to get through
Now first they had me trapped and now I'm pissed

A loaded AK-47 lay under my head so I don't trip
One mother$#&@er from the Underground
And Big Stretch buckin ^!$$%z if they $#&@ around

Yo why I got beef with police?
Ain't that a (*##$ that mother$#&@ers got a beef with me
They make it hard for me to sleep

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deep
I guess it's hard for you to see
But now I'm pointin the finger at police

instead of them mother$#&@ers blamin me
I got the right to bear a pistol
And when the punk mother$#&@ers get to trippin I got %#@! too

And maybe then you'll see the truth (hell yeah)
But until then, I gotta do what I do
and stay a crooked ^!$$% too


[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]
I've got to do, what I'm gon' do

I'm gon' say what I'm gon' say
I'm gon' live how I live - how else you want a ^!$$% to live?
I'm gon' do, what I do

I'm gon' say, what I say
I'm gon' live how I live - how do you want a ^!$$% to live?


[2Pac]
Y'know you really can't say that ya blame ^!$$%z
$#&@ bein tame, set aflame, time to aim triggers

2Pac'll spark a revolution, $#&@ the Constitution
I want my bucks for restitution
This time you got a bigger problem

Time to face the ^!$$%z from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem
And we ain't shootin at each other
That's my mother$#&@in brother, so Dave Duke, run for cover

And all the (*##$es from the Klan
Come feel the wrath of a black man that doesn't smoke crack and
I don't drink St. Ides ($#&@ that!)

Genuine Draft, ganja ganja, and my $#&@in tec-9
They know they scared to see us sober
Stop drinkin King Cobra, and ^!$$%z'll take the world over

It's all up to you (up to you)
Blame the Korean, blame the jew, or be a crooked ^!$$% too


[Chorus]

[2Pac]

Aiyyo! Why me? Play like Jasmine Guy and try me
I'll be damned if I die, come look at the rage in my eyes G
They got my homies in a jail cell

And it's the Rebel and the Devil, and one of us is goin to Hell
I got the whole place covered, with loc'd out brothers
And nuttin but love for each other

So mother$#&@er make a motion
I give a $#&@, slice you up, and throw your $$# in the ocean
Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a ^!$$%

but they hate it when we pop the cops
That's when they gettin petrol
You better watch your step or you'll be left on death row

But I learn to look ahead of me
Stay strapped watch your back keep your eyes on the enemy
We blowin up precincts and OOOH

You can't $#&@ with the crew, of crooked ^!$$% too

[Chorus]


[Raphael Saadiq]
It's the coldest town from here to Georgia

(I'm a crooked ^!$$% too)
It's the coldest town from here to Georgia
It's the coldest town from here to Georgia
(I'm a crooked.. crooked ^!$$% too)
It's the coldest town from here to Georgia

Y'all gon' stop $#&@in with me

[Chorus - repeat to fade]