Suddenly I see some niggas that I don't like
Got 'em
[2Pac]
A smoking ass nigga robbed me blind
I got a tek nine now his smoking ass is mine
I guess I felt sorry for the bastard, he was broke
I didn't know he smoked so I didn't watch him close
He caught me on the sneak tip
Now the punks in deep shit
Catch him on the streets, bring him to his feet, quick
Pass the clip, I think I see him coming now
Fuck the bullshit, posse deep and lets run him down
Gots to be the first one to hit yah when we meet
Coming quickly up the street, is the punk ass police
The first one jumped out and said freeze
I popped him in his knees and shot him punk please
These cops are reminded, and get us as when we rush
Now you clear like a bitch cause you don't know how to hush
Now back to the smoker that robbed me
I tell you like Latifah, mutha-fucker give me body
One to the chest, another to his fucking dome
Now the shit can rest, yo tell 'em to leave me the fuck alone
Two very bloody bodies on the streets
A noisey ass cop and a nigga that robbed from me
Well from me, back up punk, how you figure
My fingers on the trigga for you
Crooked ass niggas
Crooked ass niggas
Criminal Behaviour
Suddenly I see a nigga I don't like
[Stretch]
*not done*
[2Pac]
Now I can be a crooked nigga too
When im rolling with my crew
Now watch what crooked niggaz do
I got a nine millimeter glock pistol
Ready to get witcha at the drop of a whistle
So make your move and act like you wanna flip
I fire thirteen shots to pop another clip
I bring lots
My glocks like a fucken mop
The more I shot
The more motherfuckers drop
And even cops got shot when they rolled up
Best bring a narc or get popped
Im a souljah
I aint the type to fetch
Ask stretch hes my witness
Smoke til im blitz
Fuck a motherfucken piss test
Im trigger happy try to check me and im ducking quick
Long as I got a clip I got some shit to hit em with
Tha nigga killa, I get illa
When this shit gets thick
My brain fits
I start thinking like tha lunatic
I rip shit
Came equipped with a bigger crew
I thought these niggaz knew
Im a crooked nigga too
Crooked niggaz come in all shapes in sizes
They were disguises, backstab is what they specialize in
Theyll try to get you
Theyll sweat you til your in the picture then theyll hit ya
Son of a bitch
Now hes richer
Writer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Randy Walker
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