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Crooked Nigga Too (Raphael Saadiq Remix)

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"Crooked Nigga Too (Raphael Saadiq Remix)." - 2Pac

Tuesday, 20 October 2026, 08:06 am

Album: Loyal to the Game

Track No: 16

Please tell me, what's a **** to do? And it's true
Ain't nothing new, so I do what I can to get through
Now first they had me trapped and now I'm pissed
A loaded AK-47 layin' on my hip, so I don't trip
One motherfucker from the underground
And Big Stretch buckin' **** if they fuck around
Yo, why I got beef with police?
Ain't that a bitch? The motherfuckers got a beef with me
They make it hard for me to sleep
I wake up at the slightest peep
And my sheets are three feet deep
I guess it's hard for you to see
But now I'm pointin' a finger at police
Instead of them motherfuckers blamin' me
I got the right to bear a pistol
And when the punk motherfuckers get to trippin'
I got shit, too
And maybe then you'll see the truth
But until then, I gotta do what I do
And stay a crooked **** too
I've got to do what I'm gon' do
I'm gon' say what I'm gon' say
I'm gon' live how I live
How else you want a **** to live? (I'm a crooked **** too)
I'm gon' do what I do
I'm gon' say what I say
I'm gon' live how I live
How do you want a **** to live?
Y'know, you really can't say that you blame ****
Fuck bein' tame, set a flame, time to aim triggers
2Pac'll spark a revolution, fuck the Constitution
I want my bucks for restitution
This time, you got a bigger problem
Time to face the **** from South Central
Oakland, Brooklyn, and Harlem
And we ain't shootin' at each other
That's my motherfuckin' brother
So Dave Duke, run for cover
And all the bitches from the Klan
Come feel the wrath of a black man
That doesn't smoke crack, and
I don't drink St. Ides
Genuine Draft, ganja, ganja, and my fuckin' TEC-9
They know they scared to see us sober
Stop drinking King Cobra
And ****'ll take the world over
It's all up to you
Blame the Korean, blame the Jew
I'll be a crooked **** too
I've got to do what I'm gon' do (All you **** out there)
I'm gon' say what I'm gon' say (Take your guns that you usin')
I'm gon' live how I live (To shoot each other)
(And start shootin' these bitch ass, motherfuckin' police)
How else you want a **** to live?
I'm gon' do what I do (That'll impress a motherfuckin' ****)
I'm gon' say what I say (Like me, the crooked motherfuckers)
I'm gon' live how I live ('Cause these police)
How do you want a **** to live?
(Gettin' way too motherfuckin' outta line)
Ayo, why me? Play like Jasmine Guy and try me
I'll be damned if I die, come look at the rage in my eyes, G
They got my homies in a jail cell
And it's the Rebel and the Devil and one of us is goin' to Hell
I got the whole place covered
With loc'd out brothers
And nothing but love for each other
So, motherfucker, make a motion
I give a fuck, slice you up, and throw your ass in the ocean
Temperatures drop, see, it's cool to shoot a ****
But they hate it when we pop the cops
That's when they gettin' patrol
You better watch your step, or you'll be left on death row
But I learned to look ahead of me
Stay strapped, watch your back, keep your eyes on the enemy
We blowin' up precincts, and, ooh
You can't fuck with the crew of a crooked **** too
I've got to do what I'm gon' do
I'm gon' say what I'm gon' say
I'm gonna live how I live
How else you want a **** to live?
I'm gon' do what I do
I'm gon' say what I say
I'm gon' live how I live
How do you want a **** to live?
It's the coldest town from here to Georgia
(I'm a crooked **** too)
It's the coldest town from here to Georgia
It's the coldest town from here to Georgia
(I'm a crooked, crooked **** too)
It's the coldest town from here to Georgia
Y'all gon' stop fuckin' with me
I've got to what I'm gon' do
I'm gon' say what I'm gon' say
I'm gon' live how I live
How else you want a **** to live?
I'm gon' do what I do
I'm gon' say what I say
I'm gonna live how I live
How do you want a **** to live?
I've got to do what I'm gon' do
I'm gon' say what I'm gon' say
I'm gon' live how I live
How else you want a **** to live?
I'm gon' do what I do
I'm gon' say what I say
I'm gon' live how I live
How do you want a **** to live?

Writer(s): 2Pac, Deon Evans, Randy Walker, Marshall Mathers & Luis Resto.

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