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Point The Finga

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2Pac

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Bài hát point the finga do ca sĩ 2pac thuộc thể loại R&b/hip Hop/rap. Tìm loi bai hat point the finga - 2pac ngay trên Nhaccuatui. Nghe bài hát Point The Finga chất lượng cao 320 kbps lossless miễn phí.
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Lời bài hát: Point The Finga

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I thought I hit rock bottom, they made my album punch the finger I guess nobody likes a real nigga slash rap singer I thought I'd bring a little truth to the young troops I brought proof that them niggas need guns too It's not to be a racist, but let's face this Wouldn't you if we could trade places? I got lynched by some nigga cops And to this day, them same mother***ers on the beat getting major pay But when I get my check, they taking tax out So we paying for these things to knock them blacks out Ain't that a bitch? Some mother***ers are getting rich Whooping on thugs and robbing drug dealers for their *** As far as jealousy, being a celebrity No matter who committed the crime, they all yelling me And the media is greedier than most You can tell them your soul, or they'll be on you till the niggas go And every day I read the paper, there's another lie They saw my picture for the crimes of another guy Not outstapped for the life of a big shot A dead cop, a lawsuit, a little kid shot I blame them nuttin' ass marks in the park For trying to earn their threats in the dark Just cause I come there don't mean I'm from there, Pete Only jealous mother***ers beats and point the finger Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, Pete Yeah, now kill me, it's a little bitch Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, Pete Yeah, now kill me, it's a little bitch Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, Pete Yeah, now kill me, it's a little bitch Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, Pete Yeah, now kill me, it's a little bitch Ever run up on a madman, a nutcase with a screw loose A zoo crew full of foolies with toolies Niggas running me, don't come to me with peace Take your jewels and your teeth, boom, boom, let that ass sleep It's getting hectic, niggas run too quick Buck shots are the payback for dumb *** All you niggas on the block trying to test me Best wear a vest so I can open like sesame I run up on your man, Deet, while you're trying to sleep I'm steady pumping bullets in your sheets Wake up, mother***er, don't start a point blank Fire a nigga from the gut, yeah Give me mine, give me mine, give me mine Played my rounds, now I'm back to busting nines And busters can't get none, hell nah A quick flurry and he's bumming with a swell jump I came in from the amateurs to pro hits and 5-0 So you know I make no *** And everybody wants to kill a bringer Of bad news, so they choose to put the *** to me Boom, boom, boom when the blackads beat One, two, three beats to the real G Steal me till these mother***ers kill me I bring skills and I build, kill it small And we'll smoke cess till I'm ill, still feel me? I say one, two, three beats to the real G Steal me till these mother***ers kill me Pick it up, pick it up, give it up Bet the duck I'll give up for your bucks Scream one, two, three beats to the real G Steal me till these mother***ers kill me I can't give up, it's a black thing And I ain't going back to the crack game Bitches, let her point the finger Snitches, let her point the finger One, two, three beats to my real G Steal me till these mother***ers kill me I guess nobody loves a rap singer That's why these mother***ers I want the funk, funk, funk, on the black dance I want the punk, punk, punk, on the black dance I want the funk, funk, punk, on the black dance I want the funk, punk, punk, on the black dance I want the funk, funk, punk, on the black dance I want the funk, funk, punk, on the black dance I want the funk, funk, funk, on the black dance I want the funk, funk, funk, on the black dance I want the funk, funk, funk, on the black dance I want the funk, funk, funk, on the black dance I want the funk, funk, funk, on the black dance Got the funk, come and get the funk Boom, boom, boom on the black dance, bitch Got the funk, come and get the funk Boom, boom, boom on the black dance, bitch Got the funk, come and get the funk Boom, boom, boom on the black dance, bitch Got the funk, come and get the funk Boom, boom, boom on the black dance, bitch Gotta get the funk, come and get the funk Boom, boom, boom on the black dance, bitch You can get the finger

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