Point The Finga

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