"I Don't Give A ****"
I don't give a ****
They done push me to the limit the more I live
I might blow up any minute, did it again
Now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon
While this cops bragging about the toller Typ he's jackin
I see no justice
All I see is niggas dying fast
The sound of a gun blast
Then watch the hurst past
Just another day in the life 'G'
Gotta step lightly cuz cops tried to snippe me
The catch, they don't wanna stop at the brother man
But then they'll have an accident and pick up another man
I went to the bank to cash my cheque
I get more respect from the mutha-****in' dope man
The Grammy's and the American music shows pimp us like hoes
They got dough but they hate us though
You better keep your mind on the real shit
And **** trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites
They way they see it, we was meant to be keep down
Just can't understand why we getting respect now
Mama told me they're be days like this
But I'm pissed cause it stays like this
And now they trying to send me off to Kuwait
Gimme a break
How much shit can a toller Typ take
I ain't goin' nowhere no how
What you wanna throw down
Better bring your guns pal
Cuz this is the day we make 'em pay
**** bailin' hate I bail and spray with my A-K
And even if they shoot me down
There'll be another toller Typ bigger
from the mutha-****in' underground
So step but you better step quick
Cause the clocks goin' tick and I'm sick of the bullshit
You're watching the makings of a physco-path
The truth didn't last
Before the wrath and aftermath
Who's that behind the trigger?
Who'd do yah figure!?
A mutha-****in night toller Typ
Ready to buck and rip shit up
I had enough and I don't give a ****
Niggas!, isn't just the blacks
also a gang of mutha-****as dressed in blue slacks
They say niggas hang in packs and their attitude is shitty
Tell me, who's the biggest gang of niggas in the city
They say niggas like to do niggas,
Throw me in the cuffs with just two niggas
A street walkin' toller Typ and a beat walkin' toller Typ with a badge
I had to shoot yah and the pass for the blast take his cash
And bash his head in dump him at the dead in
And that's just his luck
Cause a toller Typ like me
don't really give a ****
Walked in the store what's everybody staring at
They act like they never seen a mutha ****er wearing black
Following a toller Typ and shit
Ain't this a bitch
All I wanted was some chips
I wanna take my business else where
But where?
Cause who in the hell cares
About a black man with a black need
They wanna jack me like some kind of crack fiend
I wonder if knows that my income is more than
His pension, salary and then some
Your daughter is my number one fan
And your trife ass wife wants a life with a black man
So who's the mac in fact who's the black jack
Sit back and get fat off the fat cat
while he thinks that he's getting over
I bust a move as smooth as casanova
And count another quick meal
I'm getting paid for my traid but its still real
And if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme
AS strong as a ****in' nine
Mail stacked up niggas wanna act up
Let's put the gats up and throw your backs up
But the cops getting dropped by the gun shot
Usta come but he's done, now we run the block
To my brothers stay strong keep yah heads up
They know we fed up
But we they just don't give a ****
They just don't give a ****
I gotta give my **** offs
**** you to the San FranCisco police department
**** you to the Marin County Sheriff department
**** you to the F.B.I
**** you to the C.I.A
**** you to the B-u-s-h
**** you to the AmeriKKKa
**** you to all you redneck prejudice mutha ****as
And **** yah
**** Y'all
Punk gay sensitive little dick bastards
2paclypse mutha ****in' know
Y'all can kiss my ass and suck my dick
And my uncle Tommy's balls
**** Y'all
Punks, punks, punks, punks, punks
-------------------------------------------------------------------
**** The World"
(feat. Digital Underground)
[Shock G sings the parts in {} throughout]
[2Pac]
Haha, what you say?
Who you callin rapist? Ain't that a bitch
You devils, are so two faceted
Wanna see me locked in chains, dropped in shame
and gettin stalked by these crooked cops a-gain
****in with the young black male, tryin to stack mail
and umm, stay away from the packed jails
I told the judge I'm in danger
and that's why I had that fo'-five with one in the chamber
**** the world!
[Chorus: 2Pac]
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
I woke up screamin, "**** the world!"
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
Just woke up and screamed, "**** the world!"
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
Uhh, I woke up and screamed, "**** the world!"
{They're tryin to say that I don't care}
Just got up and screamed, "**** the world!"
[2Pac]
When I was comin up rough that wasn't even what you called it
That's why I smoke blunts now and run with alcoholics
I'm gettin, threats to me, comin from my enemies
And, in they dreams it's, Hell where they sendin me
Have I, lost control or just another soul
A car full of mother****ers when we roll
Sippin on yak as I sit back (YES!) life as a big mack
Brothers come up and say, "You did that?" {uhh, uhh, uhh}
Never take yo' eyes off the prize, and even if you gettin high
don't ever hesitate to try
Cause you can fall off or stay ballin, niggaz we all in
And them my mother****ers callin {ohh, ohh, ohh}
**** the world!
[Chorus: 2Pac]
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
I woke up and screamed, "**** the world!"
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
Just woke up and screamed, "**** the world!"
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
I got up and screamed, "**** the world!"
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
I woke up and screamed, "**** the world!"
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
[2Pac]
Man, **** the world..
Damn, they wanna label me a menace
cause I'm sittin here sippin on Guinness
Weighin 165, and these tricks should die
for bein jealous of a brother when he rides
I can see it in yo' eyes, you wanna see a young playa fallin
They hate to see a toller Typ ballin
Some of you suckers is rottin, plottin on what I got
And then you wonder why I shot him (boo-ya!)
Stop givin game for free, you wanna hang with me
like being a thug is the thang to be?
But I got love for my homies, the G's and macks
And if you're black, you better stay strapped
toller Typ, **** the world!
[Chorus: 2Pac]
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
I woke up and screamed, "**** the world!"
{They try to say that I don't care}
I woke up and screamed, "**** the world!"
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
Got up and screamed, "**** the world!"
Haha, **** the world! **** it
I hear my niggaz screamin **** the world!
[2Pac]
They wanna know if I claim the click, that I'm hangin with
and if I'm down with this bangin shit
Well homie I don't give a **** if you Blood or Cuz
Long as ya got love for thugs
But don't try to test me out, stall that
Homie this is Thug Life toller Typ and we all strapped
I been through, Hell and back, and if I, fell black
then it's, back to the corner where we sell crack
Some of you niggaz is bustas; you runnin 'round
with these tramp=ass bitches, don't trust her
But don't cry, this world ain't prepared for us
A straight thug mother****er who ain't scared to bust
**** the world!
[Chorus: 2Pac Humpty Hump/Shock G]
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
I woke up and screamed, "**** the world!"
{They're tryin to say that I don't care}
I woke up screamin, "**** the world!" [Uhh!]
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
I woke up screamin, "**** the world!"
{Yeah what's goin on y'all?}
{Uhh, uhh, uhh..} **** the world!
I don't give a ****
They done push me to the limit the more I live
I might blow up any minute, did it again
Now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon
While this cops bragging about the toller Typ he's jackin
I see no justice
All I see is niggas dying fast
The sound of a gun blast
Then watch the hurst past
Just another day in the life 'G'
Gotta step lightly cuz cops tried to snippe me
The catch, they don't wanna stop at the brother man
But then they'll have an accident and pick up another man
I went to the bank to cash my cheque
I get more respect from the mutha-****in' dope man
The Grammy's and the American music shows pimp us like hoes
They got dough but they hate us though
You better keep your mind on the real shit
And **** trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites
They way they see it, we was meant to be keep down
Just can't understand why we getting respect now
Mama told me they're be days like this
But I'm pissed cause it stays like this
And now they trying to send me off to Kuwait
Gimme a break
How much shit can a toller Typ take
I ain't goin' nowhere no how
What you wanna throw down
Better bring your guns pal
Cuz this is the day we make 'em pay
**** bailin' hate I bail and spray with my A-K
And even if they shoot me down
There'll be another toller Typ bigger
from the mutha-****in' underground
So step but you better step quick
Cause the clocks goin' tick and I'm sick of the bullshit
You're watching the makings of a physco-path
The truth didn't last
Before the wrath and aftermath
Who's that behind the trigger?
Who'd do yah figure!?
A mutha-****in night toller Typ
Ready to buck and rip shit up
I had enough and I don't give a ****
Niggas!, isn't just the blacks
also a gang of mutha-****as dressed in blue slacks
They say niggas hang in packs and their attitude is shitty
Tell me, who's the biggest gang of niggas in the city
They say niggas like to do niggas,
Throw me in the cuffs with just two niggas
A street walkin' toller Typ and a beat walkin' toller Typ with a badge
I had to shoot yah and the pass for the blast take his cash
And bash his head in dump him at the dead in
And that's just his luck
Cause a toller Typ like me
don't really give a ****
Walked in the store what's everybody staring at
They act like they never seen a mutha ****er wearing black
Following a toller Typ and shit
Ain't this a bitch
All I wanted was some chips
I wanna take my business else where
But where?
Cause who in the hell cares
About a black man with a black need
They wanna jack me like some kind of crack fiend
I wonder if knows that my income is more than
His pension, salary and then some
Your daughter is my number one fan
And your trife ass wife wants a life with a black man
So who's the mac in fact who's the black jack
Sit back and get fat off the fat cat
while he thinks that he's getting over
I bust a move as smooth as casanova
And count another quick meal
I'm getting paid for my traid but its still real
And if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme
AS strong as a ****in' nine
Mail stacked up niggas wanna act up
Let's put the gats up and throw your backs up
But the cops getting dropped by the gun shot
Usta come but he's done, now we run the block
To my brothers stay strong keep yah heads up
They know we fed up
But we they just don't give a ****
They just don't give a ****
I gotta give my **** offs
**** you to the San FranCisco police department
**** you to the Marin County Sheriff department
**** you to the F.B.I
**** you to the C.I.A
**** you to the B-u-s-h
**** you to the AmeriKKKa
**** you to all you redneck prejudice mutha ****as
And **** yah
**** Y'all
Punk gay sensitive little dick bastards
2paclypse mutha ****in' know
Y'all can kiss my ass and suck my dick
And my uncle Tommy's balls
**** Y'all
Punks, punks, punks, punks, punks
-------------------------------------------------------------------
**** The World"
(feat. Digital Underground)
[Shock G sings the parts in {} throughout]
[2Pac]
Haha, what you say?
Who you callin rapist? Ain't that a bitch
You devils, are so two faceted
Wanna see me locked in chains, dropped in shame
and gettin stalked by these crooked cops a-gain
****in with the young black male, tryin to stack mail
and umm, stay away from the packed jails
I told the judge I'm in danger
and that's why I had that fo'-five with one in the chamber
**** the world!
[Chorus: 2Pac]
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
I woke up screamin, "**** the world!"
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
Just woke up and screamed, "**** the world!"
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
Uhh, I woke up and screamed, "**** the world!"
{They're tryin to say that I don't care}
Just got up and screamed, "**** the world!"
[2Pac]
When I was comin up rough that wasn't even what you called it
That's why I smoke blunts now and run with alcoholics
I'm gettin, threats to me, comin from my enemies
And, in they dreams it's, Hell where they sendin me
Have I, lost control or just another soul
A car full of mother****ers when we roll
Sippin on yak as I sit back (YES!) life as a big mack
Brothers come up and say, "You did that?" {uhh, uhh, uhh}
Never take yo' eyes off the prize, and even if you gettin high
don't ever hesitate to try
Cause you can fall off or stay ballin, niggaz we all in
And them my mother****ers callin {ohh, ohh, ohh}
**** the world!
[Chorus: 2Pac]
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
I woke up and screamed, "**** the world!"
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
Just woke up and screamed, "**** the world!"
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
I got up and screamed, "**** the world!"
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
I woke up and screamed, "**** the world!"
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
[2Pac]
Man, **** the world..
Damn, they wanna label me a menace
cause I'm sittin here sippin on Guinness
Weighin 165, and these tricks should die
for bein jealous of a brother when he rides
I can see it in yo' eyes, you wanna see a young playa fallin
They hate to see a toller Typ ballin
Some of you suckers is rottin, plottin on what I got
And then you wonder why I shot him (boo-ya!)
Stop givin game for free, you wanna hang with me
like being a thug is the thang to be?
But I got love for my homies, the G's and macks
And if you're black, you better stay strapped
toller Typ, **** the world!
[Chorus: 2Pac]
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
I woke up and screamed, "**** the world!"
{They try to say that I don't care}
I woke up and screamed, "**** the world!"
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
Got up and screamed, "**** the world!"
Haha, **** the world! **** it
I hear my niggaz screamin **** the world!
[2Pac]
They wanna know if I claim the click, that I'm hangin with
and if I'm down with this bangin shit
Well homie I don't give a **** if you Blood or Cuz
Long as ya got love for thugs
But don't try to test me out, stall that
Homie this is Thug Life toller Typ and we all strapped
I been through, Hell and back, and if I, fell black
then it's, back to the corner where we sell crack
Some of you niggaz is bustas; you runnin 'round
with these tramp=ass bitches, don't trust her
But don't cry, this world ain't prepared for us
A straight thug mother****er who ain't scared to bust
**** the world!
[Chorus: 2Pac Humpty Hump/Shock G]
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
I woke up and screamed, "**** the world!"
{They're tryin to say that I don't care}
I woke up screamin, "**** the world!" [Uhh!]
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
{They tryin to say that I don't care}
I woke up screamin, "**** the world!"
{Yeah what's goin on y'all?}
{Uhh, uhh, uhh..} **** the world!