2Pac Po Nigga Blues Lyrics

(Scott, Storch) Hey!

Why'd you slang crack? I had to
Why'd you slang crack? 'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang crack? 'Cause I had to
A ***** gotta pay the ****in' rent

Crazy, I gotta work with what'chu gave me
You claimin' I'm a criminal and you the one that made me
They got me trapped in this slavery
Now I'm lost in this holocaust headin' for my grave G
I told Sam he could **** the war
And got a busted jaw for sayin' **** the law
And if you wonder why I'm mad check the record
What's a ***** gotta do to get respected?
Sometimes I think I'm gettin' tested
And if I don't say yes a *****'s quick to get arrested
That's the reason I stay testin'
I keep a vest on my chest in case the cops are gettin' restless
Walkin' around, ready to light **** up
But since my life is ****ed, some say I'm slightly nuts
Buck buck is the sound as I move up
Other *****s pay attention when a fool bust, huh
They make a ***** be a killer; I used to be a dealer
But they wanted to see who's realer
Now them same ************s wanna murder me
And I wonder if the Lord ever heard of me, huh
I need loot, so I'm doin what I do
And don't say **** until you walked in my shoes
There was no other destiny to choose
I had nothin' left to lose, so I'm singin' ***** blues

Why'd you slang crack? I had to
Why'd you slang crack? 'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang crack? 'Cause I had to
A ***** gotta pay the ****in' rent

Poppa need brand new shoes, but what the **** can a ***** do?
My little boy gotta eat too
So why must I sock a fella
Just to live large like Rockefeller?
And did you ever stop to think
I'm old enough to go to war, but I ain't old enough to drink
Cops wanna hit me with the book, huh
And you're hooked on my "I Don't Give a ****" look
Make your rules, I'ma break 'em
No matter how much you make 'em, you show me bacon I'm take 'em
So don't you ever tempt me
I'm a fool for mine ***** and my pockets stay empty
To my brothers in the barrio
You're livin' worse than the *****s in the ghetto so
I give a **** about your language or complexion
You got love from the *****s in my section
You got problems with the punk police?
Don't run from the chumps, get the pump from me
We ain't free, I'll be damned if I play the trick
For a blonde-haired, blue-eyed, caucausian *****
Down with my homeboy Rich, huh
**** a snitch and a groupie-*** *****
And the ***** with a cellular phone, leave his baby at home
So he can go out and bone, huh
And you wonder why we blazin' *****s
Cause you punks havin' babies can't raise the *****s
And they down to be ****-ups too
Drinkin' forties of brew, huh, singin' ***** blues

Why'd you slang crack? 'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang crack? 'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang crack? 'Cause I had to
Now I'm headin' for the **********in' pen

Why'd you slang crack? 'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang crack? 'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang crack? 'Cause I had to
Now I'm headin' for the **********in' pen

Why'd you slang crack? 'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang crack? 'Cause I had to
Why'd you slang crack? 'Cause I had to
Now I'm headin' for the **********in' pen

Written by: Tupac Amaru Shakur, Katari T. Cox, Malcolm Greenidge, Daryl Anderson, Scott Spencer Storch, Ronald Isley
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC

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