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CANTANTE: 2Pac
TITULO:Fuck The World
Who you callin' rapist ??
Ain't that a bitch
You devils are so two faced
Wanna see me locked in chains
Droped in shame
And getten socked by these crooked cops and game
Fuckin' with tha young black male
Tryin' ta stack bail
And stay away from tha packed jails
Told tha judge i'm in danger
And that's why i had that 45 with one in tha chamber
Fuck tha world
Chorus
Their tryin' ta say that i don't care
I woke up screamin' fuck tha world
Their tryin' ta say that i don't care
Just woke up and scream fuck tha world
Their tryin' ta say that i don't care
I woke up and screamed fuck tha world
Their tryin' ta say that i don't care
Just got up and screamed fuck tha world
When i was commin up ruff
That wasn't even what you called it
That's why i smoke blunts now
And run with alcholics
I'm getten threats to me
Commin from my enemies
In their dreams
Is hell where they sending me ?
Have i
Lost control or just another soul
A car full of motherfuckers when we roll
Sippen on that as i sit back
Life as a big mack
Brothers come up and say
'you did that?'
Brotha take your eyes off tha prize
And even when you getten high
Don't hesitate to try
Cause you could fall off or stay ballin'
Niggas we all in ?
And all my mothafuckers callen...
Fuck tha world...
Chorus
Fuck tha world
Damn, they wanna label me a menace
Cause i'm sitten here sippin on guinness
Weighin' 165 and these tricks should die
For being jelous of a brotha when he rides
I can see it in your eyes
You wanna see a young player fallen
They hate ta see a nigga ballin'
Some of you suckers is rotten
Plotten on what i got
Then you wonder why i shot him (booya)
Please stop
Given game for free
You wanna hang with me ?
Like being a thug is tha thang ta be
But i got love for my homies
Tha g's and macks
So if your black
Then ya better stay strapped
Nigga, fuck tha world...
Chorus
Fuck tha world
Fuck it...
I hear my niggas screamin' fuck tha world...
They wanna know if i claim tha click that i'm hangin' with
And if i'm down with this bangin' shit
Well, homie i don't give a fuck
If ya blood or cuz
Long as ya got love for thugs
But don't try ta test me out
Stall that
Homie this is thug life nigga
And we all strapped
I been through
Hell and back
And if i fell, black
Then it's
Back to tha corner where we sell crack
Some of you niggas is bustas
You runnin' around with these tramp ass bitches
Don't trust her
But don't cry
This world ain't prepared for us
A straight thug mothafucker who ain't scared to bust
Fuck tha world....
Chorus
Fuck tha world
(i don't care)
(i don't care)
(fade....)
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