Point The Finga歌词

[00:02.00]You could get the finger
[00:04.00]Come and get some!!
[00:05.00]The middle.
[00:06.00]Aaaww yeah!
[00:07.00]They love to point the finger.
[00:10.00][00:15.00]Boom!Boom!Boom! on your black ass, *****.
[00:18.00]I thought I hit rock bottom,
[00:19.00]Then my album point the finger.
[00:21.00]I guess nobody loves a real *****-slash-rap singer.
[00:24.00]I thought I'd bring a little truth to the young troops.
[00:27.00]I brought proof that the *****s need guns too.
[00:29.00]It's not to be a racist, but let's face this.
[00:31.00]Wouldn't you if we could trace places.
[00:33.00]I got lynch spots from the cops.
[00:35.00]And till this day, the same motha ****a on the beats gettin major pay.
[00:38.00]But whenI get my techa-techa techs out.
[00:41.00]So, we prayin for these pigs to knock the blacks out.
[00:43.00]Ain't that a *****.
[00:44.00]Some officers'll get rich.
[00:46.00]Whoopin on thugs and robbin drug dealers for their ****.
[00:48.00]As far as jealousy, being a celebrity,
[00:50.00]No matter who committed the crime, they all yell at me.
[00:53.00]And the media is greedier than most.
[00:55.00]You could sell em your soul and they'll be on ya till a *****'s a ghost.
[00:58.00]And everyday I read the paper, there's another lie.
[01:00.00]They show my picture for the crimes of another guy.
[01:02.00]Now how's that for the life of a big shot.
[01:05.00]A dead cop, a law suit, a little kid shot.
[01:07.00]I play them funky ass marks in the park
[01:09.00]By tryin to earn their stripes in the dark.
[01:11.00]Just cuz I come here, don't mean I from here.
[01:15.00]Peep.
[01:16.00]Only jealous motha ****a beef.
[01:17.00]Point the finger.
[01:36.00]As I run up on a mad man, a nut case with a screw loose.
[01:39.00]A zoot troupe full of foolies with toolies.
[01:41.00]*****s run to me.
[01:42.00]Don't come to me with beef.
[01:43.00]Take your jewels and your jeep.
[01:45.00]Boom! Boom!, let that ass sleep.
[01:46.00]It's gettin hectic.
[01:47.00]*****s run quick.
[01:48.00]Buckshots are the payback for dumb ****.
[01:51.00]All you *****s on the block tryin to test me,
[01:53.00]Best wear a vest so I could open like I'm sesame.
[01:56.00]I'll run up on your man deep.
[01:57.00]While your tryin to sleep, I'm steady pumpin bullets in your sheets.
[02:00.00]Wake up.
[02:01.00]Motha ****a, don't stutter.
[02:02.00]Point blank by a ***** from the gutter.
[02:04.00]Yeah.
[02:05.00]Give me mine, give me mine, give me mine.
[02:08.00]Made my rhyms, now I'm back here bustin 9's.
[02:10.00]And brothas can't get none. Hell no.
[02:12.00]A quick fury and he's bury with a swell jaw.
[02:15.00]I came in from the amateaurs to pro hits.
[02:17.00]And 5-0, so you know I take no ****.
[02:20.00]And everybody wants to kill a bringer.
[02:22.00]I'm bad news so they choose,
[02:24.00]To point the finger.
[02:44.00]1,2,3.
[02:45.00][02:54.00][03:04.00][03:24.00]Peace to the real Gs.
[02:46.00]Stay mean till these motha ****as kill me.
[02:49.00]I bring skills and I been killin wills.
[02:51.00]Smokin sess till I'm ill.
[02:52.00]Still feel me?
[02:53.00]I say 1,2,3.
[02:56.00][03:06.00][03:25.00]Still mean till these motha ****as kill me.
[02:58.00]Pick it up, pick it up, give it up.
[03:00.00]Best to duck or get ****ed for bucks.
[03:03.00]Scream 1,2,3.
[03:08.00]I can't give up.
[03:09.00]It's a rap thang.
[03:10.00]And I ain't goin back to the crack game.
[03:14.00][03:18.00]You can do it son.
[03:15.00][03:19.00]Be a man and stand up or run.
[03:16.00]*******, let em point the finger.
[03:21.00]Snitches, let em point the finger.
[03:23.00]Yo, 1,2,3.
[03:28.00]I guess nobody loves a rap singer.
[03:30.00]That's why these motha ****as point the finger.
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