2 Pac - Po Nigga Blues (feat. Ron Isley) (Scott Storch Remix) Lyrics
[Girl]Scott Storich[Hook (Tupac)]Why'd you sland crack? I had toWhy'd you sland crack? Cuz I had toWhy'd you sland crack? Cuz I had toA nigga gotta pay the *****in bills[Verse 1 (Tupac)]Crazy, I gotta look at what you gave me, claimin I'ma criminal when you the one that made meThey got me trapped in this slaverynow I'm lost in the holocaust headin for my grave GI 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 recordWhats a nigga gotta do to get respectedSometimes I think I'm getting tested, and if I don't say "yes" a nigga quick to get arrestedThat's the reason I stay zestin(??), I keep a vest on my chest incase the cops is gettingrestlessWalkin round ready to light shit up, because my life is *****ed, some say I'm slightly nutsBuck buck is the sound as I move up, other niggas pay attention when a fool bustThey make a nigga be a killer, I used to be a dealer but they wanted to see whos realerNow them same mother *****as wanna murder me, and I wonder if the lord ever heard of meI need loot, so I'm doin what I do, and don't say shit 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 nigga blues[Hook][Verse 2 (Tupac)]Coppin these brand new shoes, but what the ***** 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? I'm 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 don't give a *****" lookMakin rules, I'ma break em, no matter how much you make em, show me bakin, I'ma take emSo don't you ever temp me, I'm a fool for mine nigga, and my pockets stay big(??)To my brother in the barrio, you livin worse then the niggas in ghetto soI give a ***** about your language or complexion, you got love for the niggas in my sectionYou got problems with the punk police, don't run from the chumps, get the pump from meWe aint free, I'll be damned if I played a chip for a blonde haired blue eyed Caucasian *****Down with my home boy rich, ***** a snitch and groupie ass *****And 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 ***** ups too, drink 40s of brew, singin the nigga blues[Hook]Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had tooWhy'd you sland crack? Cuz I had tooWhy'd you sland crack? Cuz I had tooAnd now I'm headin for the mother ***** in PEN
