Po Nigga Blues (Scott Storch Remix) - 2Pac feat Ron Isley
[Girl]
Scott Storch
[Hook (Tupac)]
Why'd you sland crack? I had to
Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to
Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to
A n_gga gotta pay the f_ckin bills
[Verse 1 (Tupac)]
Crazy, I gotta look at what you gave me, claimin I'ma criminal when you the one that made me
They got me trapped in this slavery
now I'm lost in the holocaust headin for my grave G
I told Sam he could f_ck the war, and got a busted jaw for sayin "f_ck the law"
And if you wonder why I'm mad, check the record
Whats a n_gga gotta do to get respected
Sometimes I think I'm getting tested, and if I don't say "yes" a n_gga quick to get arrested
That's the reason I stay zestin(??), I keep a vest on my chest incase the cops is getting
restless
Walkin round ready to light sh_t up, because my life is f_cked, some say I'm slightly nuts
Buck buck is the sound as I move up, other n_ggas pay attention when a fool bust
They make a n_gga be a killer, I used to be a dealer but they wanted to see whos realer
Now them same mother f_ckas wanna murder me, and I wonder if the lord ever heard of me
I need loot, so I'm doin what I do, and don't say sh_t until you've walked in my shoes,
Theres no other destiny to choose, I had nothing left to lose, so I'm singin the po n_gga blues
[Hook]
[Verse 2 (Tupac)]
Coppin these brand new shoes, but what the f_ck can a n_gga do, my little boy gotta eat too
So why must I sock a fella? Just live large like rocafella
And did you ever stop to think? I'm old enough to go to war but I aint old enough to drink
Cops wanna hit me with the book, and you hooked on my "I don't give a f_ck" look
Makin rules, I'ma break em, no matter how much you make em, show me bakin, I'ma take em
So don't you ever temp me, I'm a fool for mine n_gga, and my pockets stay empty
To my brother in the barrio, you livin worse then the n_ggas in ghetto so
I give a f_ck about your language or complexion, you got love for the n_ggas in my section
You got problems with the punk police, don't run from the chumps, get the pump from me
We aint free, I'll be damned if I played a chip for a blonde haired blue eyed Caucasian b_tch
Down with my home boy rich, f_ck a snitch and groupie ass b_tch
And a n_gga with a cellular phone, leave his baby at home so he can go out and bone(huh)
And you wonder why we blazin n_ggas, cuz you punks haven babies cant raise the n_ggas
And they damned to be f_ck ups too, drink 40s of brew, singin the n_gga blues
[Hook]
Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to
Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to
Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to
And now I'm headin for the mother f_ck in PEN
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