2Pac – Crooked Ass Nigga Lyrics

Crooked Ass Nigga

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"Crooked Ass Nigga." - 2Pac

Tuesday, 20 October 2026, 08:07 am

Album: 2Pacalypse Now

Track No: 08

Suddenly I see some **** that I don't like
Got him
A smokin'-ass **** robbed me blind
I got a TEC-9, now his smokin' ass is mine
I guess I felt sorry for the bastard, he was broke
I didn't know he smoked, so I didn't watch him close
He caught me on the sneak tip, now the punk's in deep shit
Catch him on the streets, I'ma bring him to his feet quick
Pass the clip, I think I see him comin' now
Fuck the bullshit, posse deep and let's run him down
Gots to be the first one to hit ya when we meet
Comin' quickly up the streets is the punk-ass police
The first one jumped out and said, "Freeze"
I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk, please
'Cause cops should mind they business when we rush
Now you're bleedin' like a bitch 'cause you don't know how to hush
Now back to the smoker that robbed me
I tell you like Latifah, motherfucker, give me body
One to the chest, another to his fuckin' dome
Now the shit can rest, yo, tell him to leave me the fuck alone
Two very bloody bodies on the street
A nosy-ass cop and a **** that robbed from me
Run from your backup, punk, how you figure?
My finger's on the trigger for you crooked-ass ****
Crooked-ass **** (Criminal behavior)
Criminal—
Criminal behavior
Suddenly I see— Crimi— Crimi— Criminal beha—
Now listen to the mack of the crooked **** trade
With the fine criminal mind, cold rips like a blade
It's already quick-stepping to the **** with the props
And any motherfucker with the flim-flam drops to the knot
Ten o'clock it's a motherfuckin' gank move
Stretch is uptown clockin' weight, this shit is real smooth
A ****'s tryna play me like he know me but he don't
Sittin' on ten ki's, I'ma get him, think I won't?
And my **** 2Pac got the fuckin' Glock cocked and he's ready
When the kid didn't even bring the weight back, instead he
Welcomed us into his apartment
Oh, this even better, two to the head, he's dead, a clean geta-
Way, **** got paid
And yet another sleepin'-ass **** got slayed, word up
By a crooked motherfucker named Stretch
And the T-U-P-A-C, the police can't catch
The crooked-ass **** (Criminal behavior)
Ya don't stop
Crooked-ass **** (Criminal— Criminal behavior)
Suddenly I see some **** that I don't like
Now I could be a crooked ****, too
When I'm rollin' with my crew, watch what crooked **** do
I got a nine millimeter Glock pistol
I'm ready to get with ya at the drop of a whistle
So make your move and act like you wanna flip
I fire thirteen shots and pop another clip
I bring luck, my Glock's like a fuckin' mop
The more I shot, the more motherfuckers dropped
And even cops got shot when they rolled up
Best to bring a knot or get popped, I'm a soldier
I ain't the type to fetch ya, ask Stretch, he's my witness
Smoke 'til I'm blitzed, fuck a motherfuckin' piss test
I'm trigger happy, try to 'tack me and I'll drop you quick
Long as I got a clip, I got some shit to hit 'em with
The **** killer, I get iller when the shit gets thick
My brain flips, I start thinkin' like a lunatic
I rip shit, came equipped with a bigger crew
I thought these **** knew, I'm a crooked ****, too
Criminal behavior
Criminal— Criminal behavior (Crooked—)
Crooked-ass **** come in all shapes and sizes
They wear disguises, backstabbing's what they specialize in
They'll try to get ya, they'll sweat ya to get in the picture
And then they hit ya, son of a bitch, now he's richer
Criminal behavior (Crooked-ass ****)
Crimin— Criminal behavior
Suddenly I see, some **** that I don't like
Criminal behavior
Criminal— Criminal— Crim—
Crim— Criminal behavior— 'havior
Criminal behavior
Criminal behavior— 'havior
Suddenly I see some **** that I don't like
Suddenly I see some **** that I don't like
Suddenly I see some **** that I don't like
Criminal behavior (Criminal behavior)
Criminal be— Criminal— Crim—
Crim— Criminal behavior
Criminal be— Criminal— Crimin— Crimin—
Crim— Crimin— Crimin— Criminal behavior— 'havior
Criminal behavior
Suddenly I see some **** that I don't like
Got him
Suddenly I see some **** that I don't like
Got him
Suddenly I see some **** that I don't like

Writer(s): 2Pac & Randy Walker.

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