2Pac: Po Nigga Blues

*Girl*Scott Storich (remix artist)*Hook* (Tupac)Whyd you slang crack? I had toWhyd you slang crack? Cuz I had toWhyd you slang crack? Cuz I had toA nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent*Verse1* (Tupac)Crazy, I gotta work with what you gave me, claimin Ima criminal when you the one that made meThey got me trapped in this slaverynow Im lost in this holocaust headin for my grave GI told Sam he could fuck the war, and got a busted jaw for sayin fuck the lawAnd if you wonder why Im mad, check the recordWhats a nigga gotta do to get respectedSometimes I think Im getting tested, and if I dont say yes a nigga's quick to get arrestedThats the reason I stay "zestin"(MIXING ERROR, 2 voices), I keep a vest on my chest incase the cops is getting restlessWalkin round ready to light shit up, because my life is fucked, some say Im slightly nutsBuck buck is the sound as I move up, other niggas pay attention when a fool bust.. huh..They make a nigga be a killer, I used to be a dealer but they wanted to see whos realerNow them same mother fuckas wanna murder me, and I wonder if the lord ever heard of meI need loot, so Im doin what I do, and dont say shit until youve walked in my shoes,Theres no other destiny to choose, I had nothing left to lose, so Im singin the nigga bluesHook*Verse2*(Tupac)Papa need brand new shoes, but what the fuck can a nigga do, my little boy gotta eat tooSo why must I sock a fella? Just live large like rocafellaAnd did you ever stop to think? Im old enough to go to war but I aint old enough to drinkCops wanna hit me with the book, and you hooked on my I dont give a fuck lookMakin rules, Ima break em, no matter how much you make em, you show me bakin, Ima take emSo dont you ever temp me, Im a fool for mine nigga, and my pockets stay HINTEDTo my brother in the barrio, you livin worse then the niggas in ghetto soI give a fuck about your language or complexion, you got love for the niggas in my sectionYou got problems with the punk police, dont run from the chumps, get the pump from meWe aint free, Ill be damned if I played a chip for a blonde haired blue eyed Caucasian bitchDown with my home boy rich, fuck a snitch and groupie ass bitchAnd a nigga with a cellular phone, leave his baby at home so he can go out and bone(huh)And you wonder why we blazin niggas, cuz you punks haven babies cant raise the niggasAnd they damned to be fuck ups too, drink 40s of brew, singin the nigga bluesHookWhyd you slang crack? Cuz I had tooWhyd you slang crack? Cuz I had tooWhyd you slang crack? Cuz I had tooAnd now Im headin for the mother fuckin' PEN