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Point The Finga by 2Pac
You could get the finger.. the middle!" {*1}  
"Come and get some!" {*2}  

[2Pac]  
Ahh yeah, they love to point the finger  
{*1} {*2}  

Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch  
{*1} {*2} Niggaz love to point the finga  
Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch  
{*1} {*2}  

[2Pac]  
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point the finga  
I guess nobody loves a real nigga-slash-rap singer  
I thought I'd bring a little truth to the young troops  
I brought proof that the niggaz need guns too  
It's not to be a racist, but let's face this:  
wouldn't you if we could trade places?  
I got lynched by some crooked cops, and to this day  
them same motherfuckers on the beat gettin major paid  
But when I get my check they takin tax out  
So, we payin for these pigs to knock the blacks out  
Ain't that a bitch, some officers are gettin rich  
Whoopin on thugs and robbin drug dealers for they shit  
As far as jealousy, bein 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 or they'll be on ya til a niggaz 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 nuttin ass marks in the park  
for tryin to earn they stripes in the dark  
Just cause I come there, don't mean I from there, peep:  
only jealous motherfuckers beef, and point the finga  

Chorus: repeat 4X  

Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch  
{*1} {*2}  

[2Pac]  
As I run up on em madman, a nutcase with a screw loose  
A zoot troupe full of foolies with toolies  
Niggaz 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, niggaz run, quick  
Buckshots are the payback for dumb shit  
All you niggaz on the block tryin to test me  
Best wear a vest or get open like, sesame  
I'll run up on you mad deep; while you're tryin to sleep  
I'm steady pumpin bullets in your sheets  
Wake up, motherfucker, don't stutter  
Point blank by a nigga from the gutter, yeah!  
Gimme mine, gimme mine, gimme, mine  
Ban my rhymes, now I'm back to bustin, nines  
And bustaz can't get none, hell no  
A quick flurry and he's buried with a swelled jaw  
I came up from the amateurs to pro hits  
at 5-0, so you know I take no shit  
And everybody wants to kill a bringer  
of bad news, so they choose, to point the finga  

Chorus  

[2Pac]  
One two three, peace to the real G's  
Still me, til these motherfuckers kill me  
I bring skills and I build, kill at will  
Smoke sess til I'm ill, still feel me?  
I say one two three, peace to the real G's  
Still me, til these motherfuckers kill me  
Pick it up, pick it up, give it up  
Best to duck or get fucked for your bucks  
Scream one two three, peace to the real G's  
Still me, til these motherfuckers kill me  
I can't give up, it's a black thang  
And I ain't goin back to the crack game  
(You can do it son; be a man and stand up or run)  
Bitches, let em point the finga  
(You can do it son; be a man and stand up or run)  
Snitches, let em point the finga  
Yo, one two three, peace to the real G's  
Still me, til these motherfuckers kill me  
I guess nobody loves a rap singer  
That's why these motherfuckers.. (hahaha!) point the finga  

Chorus  

Chorus  

Chorus 3/4
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