You could get the finger Come and get some!! The middle. Aaaww yeah! They love to point the finger. 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. 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. 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. You can do it son. 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.
[00:02.00]You could get the finger [00:04.00]Come and get some!! [00:05.00]The middle. [00:06.00]Aaaww yeah! [00:07.00]They love to point the finger. [00:10.00][00:15.00]Boom!Boom!Boom! on your black ass, *****. [00:18.00]I thought I hit rock bottom, [00:19.00]Then my album point the finger. [00:21.00]I guess nobody loves a real *****-slash-rap singer. [00:24.00]I thought I'd bring a little truth to the young troops. [00:27.00]I brought proof that the *****s need guns too. [00:29.00]It's not to be a racist, but let's face this. [00:31.00]Wouldn't you if we could trace places. [00:33.00]I got lynch spots from the cops. [00:35.00]And till this day, the same motha ****a on the beats gettin major pay. [00:38.00]But whenI get my techa-techa techs out. [00:41.00]So, we prayin for these pigs to knock the blacks out. [00:43.00]Ain't that a *****. [00:44.00]Some officers'll get rich. [00:46.00]Whoopin on thugs and robbin drug dealers for their ****. [00:48.00]As far as jealousy, being a celebrity, [00:50.00]No matter who committed the crime, they all yell at me. [00:53.00]And the media is greedier than most. [00:55.00]You could sell em your soul and they'll be on ya till a *****'s a ghost. [00:58.00]And everyday I read the paper, there's another lie. [01:00.00]They show my picture for the crimes of another guy. [01:02.00]Now how's that for the life of a big shot. [01:05.00]A dead cop, a law suit, a little kid shot. [01:07.00]I play them funky ass marks in the park [01:09.00]By tryin to earn their stripes in the dark. [01:11.00]Just cuz I come here, don't mean I from here. [01:15.00]Peep. [01:16.00]Only jealous motha ****a beef. [01:17.00]Point the finger. [01:36.00]As I run up on a mad man, a nut case with a screw loose. [01:39.00]A zoot troupe full of foolies with toolies. [01:41.00]*****s run to me. [01:42.00]Don't come to me with beef. [01:43.00]Take your jewels and your jeep. [01:45.00]Boom! Boom!, let that ass sleep. [01:46.00]It's gettin hectic. [01:47.00]*****s run quick. [01:48.00]Buckshots are the payback for dumb ****. [01:51.00]All you *****s on the block tryin to test me, [01:53.00]Best wear a vest so I could open like I'm sesame. [01:56.00]I'll run up on your man deep. [01:57.00]While your tryin to sleep, I'm steady pumpin bullets in your sheets. [02:00.00]Wake up. [02:01.00]Motha ****a, don't stutter. [02:02.00]Point blank by a ***** from the gutter. [02:04.00]Yeah. [02:05.00]Give me mine, give me mine, give me mine. [02:08.00]Made my rhyms, now I'm back here bustin 9's. [02:10.00]And brothas can't get none. Hell no. [02:12.00]A quick fury and he's bury with a swell jaw. [02:15.00]I came in from the amateaurs to pro hits. [02:17.00]And 5-0, so you know I take no ****. [02:20.00]And everybody wants to kill a bringer. [02:22.00]I'm bad news so they choose, [02:24.00]To point the finger. [02:44.00]1,2,3. [02:45.00][02:54.00][03:04.00][03:24.00]Peace to the real Gs. [02:46.00]Stay mean till these motha ****as kill me. [02:49.00]I bring skills and I been killin wills. [02:51.00]Smokin sess till I'm ill. [02:52.00]Still feel me? [02:53.00]I say 1,2,3. [02:56.00][03:06.00][03:25.00]Still mean till these motha ****as kill me. [02:58.00]Pick it up, pick it up, give it up. [03:00.00]Best to duck or get ****ed for bucks. [03:03.00]Scream 1,2,3. [03:08.00]I can't give up. [03:09.00]It's a rap thang. [03:10.00]And I ain't goin back to the crack game. [03:14.00][03:18.00]You can do it son. [03:15.00][03:19.00]Be a man and stand up or run. [03:16.00]*******, let em point the finger. [03:21.00]Snitches, let em point the finger. [03:23.00]Yo, 1,2,3. [03:28.00]I guess nobody loves a rap singer. [03:30.00]That's why these motha ****as point the finger. [20:00.00]
