2Pac - I Don't Give A Fuck

[Verse 1]
I don't give a fuck
They done push me to the limit I'm all in
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 n**ga he's jackin
I see no justice
All I see is n**gas dying fast
The sound of a gun blast
Then watch the hearse pass
Just another day in the life 'G'
Gotta step lightly cause cops tried to snipe 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 mother-fuckin' dope man
The Grammy's and 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 fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites
They way they see it, we was meant to be kept 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 n**ga take
I ain't goin' nowhere no how
What you wanna throw down
Better bring your guns pal
Cause this is the day we make 'em pay
Fuck bailin' hate
I bail and spray with my A-K
And even if they shoot me down
There'll be another n**ga bigger
from the mother-fuckin' 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 psychopath
The truth didn't last
Before the wrath and aftermath
Who's that behind the trigger?
Who'd do your figure!?
A mother-fuckin 90's n**ga
Ready to buck and rip shit up
I had enough and I don't give a fuck

[Verse 2]
N**gas isn't just the blacks
Also a gang of mother-fuckers dressed in blue slacks
They say n**gas hang in packs and their attitude is shitty
Tell me, who's the biggest gang of n**gas in the city
They say n**gas like to do n**gas,
Throw me in the cuffs with just two n**gas
A street walkin' n**ga and a beat walkin' n**ga with a badge
I had to shoot you in the past
For the blast take his cash
Before I bash his head in
Dump him at the dead-end
And that's just his luck
Cause a n**ga like me
Don't really give a fuck

[Verse 3]
Walked in the store what's everybody staring at
They act like they never seen
A mother fucker wearing black
Following a n**ga 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 he 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 trade but it's still real
And if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme
As strong as a fuckin' nine
Mail stacked up n**gas wanna act up
Let's put the gats up and throw your backs up
But the cops getting dropped by the gun shot
Used to come but he's done
Now we run the block
To my brothers stay strong keep your heads up
They know we fed up
But they just don't give a fuck

They just don't give a fuck

[Outro:]
I gotta give my fuck offs
Fuck you to the San Francisco police department
Fuck you to the Marin County Sheriff department
Fuck you to the F.B.I
Fuck you to the C.I.A
Fuck you to the B-u-s-h
Fuck you to the AmeriKKKa
Fuck you to all you redneck prejudice mother fuckers
And fuck you
Fuck Y'all
Punk gay sensitive little dick bastards
2pacalypse mother fuckin' know
Y'all can kiss my ass and suck my dick
And my uncle Tommy's balls
Fuck Y'all
Punks, punks, punks, punks, punks