2Pac - Point The Finga Lyrics






"You could get the finger.. the middle!"
"Come and get some!"

[2Pac:]
Ahh yeah, they love to point the finger
"You could get the finger.. the middle!"
"Come and get some!"

Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger...the middle!
[4x]

[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 niggas 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 getting major paid
But when I get my check they taking tax out
So, we paying for these pigs to knock the blacks out
Ain't that a bitch, some officers are getting rich
Whooping on thugs and robbing drug dealers for they shit
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 or they'll be on ya til a niggas 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 trying 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

Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger...the middle!
[4x]

Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch
"You could get the finger.. the middle!"
"Come and get some!"

[2Pac:]
As I run up on em madman, a nutcase with a screw loose
A zoot troupe full of foolies with toolies
Niggas run to me don't come to me with beef
Take your jewels and your jeep, boom boom! Let that ass sleep
It's getting hectic, niggas run, quick
Buckshots are the payback for dumb shit
All you niggas on the block trying to test me
Best wear a vest or get open like, sesame
I'll run up on you mad deep; while you're trying to sleep
I'm steady pumping 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 busting, 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

Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger...the middle!
[4x]

[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 going 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

Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch!
You could get the finga! The middle!
[11x]





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  1. s.... ....

    "But when I get my check they takin' taxxxx out"

  2. R.... ....

    my fav 2pac song

  3. s.... 7....

    Didnt even notice kris kross on the background, dope

  4. 3.... ....

    I understand now

  5. S.... F....

    2pac=god

    S.... F....

    Black Jesuz

  6. T.... ....

    Kris kross in the background🔥🔥🔥

  7. R.... R....

    You could get the finga, the middle
    (Come and get some)
    Ahh yeah, they love to point the finga
    You could get the finga, the middle
    (Come and get some)

    Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
    You could get the finga, the middle
    (Come and get some)
    Niggaz love to point the finga
    Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
    You could get the finga, the middle
    (Come and get some)

    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

    Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
    You could get the finga, the middle
    (Come and get some)
    Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
    You could get the finga, the middle
    (Come and get some)

    Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
    You could get the finga, the middle
    (Come and get some)
    Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
    You could get the finga, the middle
    (Come and get some)

    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

    Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
    You could get the finga, the middle
    (Come and get some)
    Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
    You could get the finga, the middle
    (Come and get some)

    Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
    You could get the finga, the middle
    (Come and get some)
    Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
    You could get the finga, the middle
    (Come and get some)

    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, point the finga

    Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
    You could get the finga, the middle
    (Come and get some)
    Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
    You could get the finga, the middle
    (Come and get some)

    Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
    You could get the finga, the middle
    (Come and get some)
    Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
    You could get the finga, the middle
    (Come and get some)

    Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
    You could get the finga, the middle
    (Come and get some)
    Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
    You could get the finga, the middle
    (Come and get some)

    Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
    You could get the finga, the middle
    (Come and get some)
    Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
    You could get the finga, the middle
    (Come and get some)

    Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
    You could get the finga, the middle
    (Come and get some)
    Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
    You could get the finga, the middle
    (Come and get some)
    Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
    You could get the finga

  8. Y.... B....

    "You could get the finger the middle!"
    "Come and get some!"
    Ah yeah, they love to point the finger
    "You could get the finger the middle!"
    "Come and get some!"
    Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch
    "You could get the finger the middle!"
    "Come and get some!"
    Niggas love to point the finga'
    Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch
    "You could get the finger the middle!"
    "Come and get some!"
    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 niggas 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 niggas 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 nothin' 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
    Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch
    "You could get the finger the middle!"
    "Come and get some!"
    Niggas love to point the finga'
    Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch
    "You could get the finger the middle!"
    "Come and get some!"
    Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch
    "You could get the finger the middle!"
    "Come and get some!"
    As I run up on 'em madman, a nutcase with a screw loose
    A zoot troupe full of foolies with toolies
    Niggas 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, niggas run, quick
    Buckshots are the payback for dumb shit
    All you niggas 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
    Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch
    "You could get the finger the middle!"
    "Come and get some!"
    Niggas love to point the finga'
    Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch
    "You could get the finger the middle!"
    "Come and get some!"
    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 (ha ha ha!) point the finga
    Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch
    "You could get the finger the middle!"
    Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch
    "You could get the finger the middle!"
    Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch
    "You could get the finger the middle!"
    Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch
    "You could get the finger the middle!"
    Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch
    "You could get the finger the middle!"
    Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch
    "You could get the finger the middle!"
    Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch
    "You could get the finger the middle!"
    Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch
    "You could get the finger the middle!"
    Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch
    "You could get the finger the middle!"
    Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch
    "You could get the finger the middle!"
    Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch
    "You could get the finger the middle!"

  9. J.... B....

    was bumpin this hard asf on my new system 🤙

  10. S.... H....

    Mannnnn this shit is doooooppppeee!

  11. D.... S....

    Point the middle finger!🔥🔥🔥

  12. M.... B....

    Music just ain't the same without this legend. You can't help but miss the realist - Tupac Makaveli Shakur (2Pac) .

  13. J.... M....

    the Intro gives every producer the chills

  14. q.... S....

    💎🎵🎵💎

  15. s.... x....

    Grew up to this

  16. N.... S....

    every track on this album bangs!

  17. M.... R....

    Underrated

  18. F.... C....

    That real shit