2pac - Still Don't Give A f** lyrics

[Verse 1] Young black male, I barely made my way out I couldn't hack the jail, that's why I plan to stay out I'm getting fat mail, cause that would never play out And making rap sales, I gotta anotha way out Jacking motherf**ers for a livin' I know too many famous people, to be hungry on Thanksgiving Hear me, nervous and ya fear me See me at my shows, don't pose, n***a cheer me Ain't the type to sweat cha, doubt if I'll forget cha If you diss me wear a vest cause s**er I'll get ya In a hurry, throw a flurry and your buried Punk tried to jack, I peeled his cap, now I be happy don't worry I ain't that average motherf**a on the mic Say what I feel, stayin' real, give a f** what you like I write the type of sh** that get the crowd hype And if you diss me, don't whisper, I'm the loud type Bump your fist for a n***a named 2Pacalypse Straight from the underground, n***a, we be droppin' sh** You can't fade me, you crazy,[?] smoked out I get some drank and hit the naked then I'm loc'd out Hey, provoke me if you wanna, I'm a nut You wanna know what's up? Ain't nothin' changed, still don't give a f** [Hook] Still dropping more sh** than a b**h (it's on) Man I don't seen 'em motherf**er Still dropping more sh** than a b**h (it's on) Man I don't seen 'em motherf**er [Verse 2] I give a shout out to my East Coast street folks All you other motherf**ers get ya teeth broke Tryna talk about the town like we country But you jealous cause the next n***a's phoney If the bullsh** you speakin' never reach me You best to reachin' for your pistol when you see me Why? I'm from the Bronx, motherf**a, I was born to box We can shoot it from here or we can pop the Glocks It's on you, so n***a, what you wanna do? We go 101 and call on your crew Gotta crew so true that they lie for a n***a That they keep their eye on a n***a cause they die for a n***a It's so real, motherf**a, can you feel it? And it's cool to hit the drink, but don't k** it And my Poppa told me k**ers never brag alot I slip my Glock in my pants and let it sag alot I ain't g**ning k**er or crack slinger Just a Oaktown n***a turned rap singer Cause it ain't where you from, it's how you come And a real n***a know another one when he see one Here's a word for hoes at the shows Keep on your clothes and n***as wouldn't call you hoes Cause how you gon' f** the crew Then get mad when them n***as get pissed to diss ya Game ain't free, but I'mma warn ya, ya gotta be stronger And make 'em wait a little longer But I can't wait, so let me hit 'em Hit 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em, quit 'em Cause baby gotta pay for the nuts These hoes wanna know what's up I still don't give a f** [Hook] Still dropping more sh** than a b**h (haha yeah n***a quite here) Man I don't seen 'em motherf**er (dont like you music, shut the f** up) Still dropping more sh** than a b**h [Verse 3] I heard n***a say "he hate the way I curse" Now that hurts so um.. so this verse I'mma curse worse Jump like a toe when you want some Stick ya like bubblegum with the code name troublesome They tried to ban my music cause the n***as is locin' up Locin' up cause the n***as is broke as f** There's no love for the inner city streets So you never find peace 'til we get a piece Now that's deep, don't sleep, from ya dog's cheatin' But how the hell you gon' help me from across the street They forget about the brothers once they make it Then get a mad at a n***a when we take it Well you lookin' kinda cute in your three piece suit But to people like Duke, you a n***a too Get smart, how the hell we gon' be livin' cool When the other n***as didn't get a part sh**, look inside yo heart [Outro] Still don't give a f** Uh huh still don't give a f**, still don't give a f** This for them punk a** n***as that don't know Oaktown is on a motherf**in' [?] and we ain't takin' little seats Tryna and come out here talking that sh** mad Your a** gon' get caps hehuhu It's like that n***a (tell 'em) yeah Can't beat this sh** it's a motherf**ing phase representing n***a All presenting RPB is around don't f** with them motherf**ing n***as in this town We popping 'em and dropping 'em with the mouth Remember the next time that pull motherf**in' on 'em Cause it might be... Dang dang Dang dang