Po Nigga Blues (Scott Storch Remix)

* Ron Isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics<br><br>(Scott, Storch) Hey!<br><br>[Chorus: 2Pac]<br>Why`d you slang crack? I had to<br>Why`d you slang crack? Cause I had to<br>Why`d you slang crack? Cause I had to<br>A nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent<br><br>[2Pac]<br>Crazy, I gotta work with what`chu gave me<br>You claimin I`m a criminal and you the one that made me<br>They got me trapped in this slavery<br>Now I`m lost in this holocaust headin for my grave G<br>I told Sam he could fuck the war<br>And got a busted jaw for sayin fuck the law<br>And if you wonder why I`m mad check the record<br>What`s a nigga gotta do to get respected?<br>Sometimes I think I`m gettin tested<br>And if I don`t say yes a nigga`s quick to get arrested<br>That`s the reason I stay testin<br>I keep a vest on my chest in case the cops are gettin restless<br>Walkin around, ready to light shit up<br>But since my life is fucked, some say I`m slightly nuts<br>Buck buck is the sound as I move up<br>Other niggaz pay attention when a fool bust, huh<br>They make a nigga be a killer; I used to be a dealer<br>but they wanted to see who`s realer<br>Now them same motherfuckers wanna murder me<br>And I wonder if the Lord ever heard of me, huh<br>I need loot, so I`m doin what I do<br>And don`t say shit until you walked in my shoes<br>There was no other destiny to choose<br>I had nuttin left to lose, so I`m singin nigga blues<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[2Pac]<br>Poppa need brand new shoes, but what the fuck can a nigga do?<br>My little boy gotta eat too<br>So why must I sock a fella<br>Just to live large like Rockefeller?<br>And did you ever stop to think<br>I`m old enough to go to war, but I ain`t old enough to drink<br>Cops wanna hit me with the book, huh<br>And you`re hooked on my "I Don`t Give a Fuck" look<br>Make your rules, I`ma break `em<br>No matter how much you make `em, you show me bacon I`m take `em<br>So don`t you ever tempt me<br>I`m a fool for mine nigga and my pockets stay empty<br>To my brothers in the barrio<br>You`re livin worse than the niggaz in the ghetto so<br>I give a fuck about your language or complexion<br>You got love from the niggaz in my section<br>You got problems with the punk police?<br>Don`t run from the chumps, get the pump from me<br>We ain`t free, I`ll be damned if I play the trick<br>for a blonde-haired, blue-eyed, caucausian bitch<br>Down with my homeboy Rich, huh<br>Fuck a snitch and a groupie-ass bitch<br>And the nigga with a cellular phone, leave his baby at home<br>so he can go out and bone, huh<br>And you wonder why we blazin niggaz<br>Cause you punks havin babies can`t raise the niggaz<br>And they down to be fuck-ups too<br>Drinkin forties of brew, huh, singin nigga blues<br><br>[New Chorus - repeat 3X]<br>Why`d you slang crack? Cause I had to<br>Why`d you slang crack? Cause I had to<br>Why`d you slang crack? Cause I had to<br>Now I`m headin for the motherfuckin pen<br><br>[Ron Isley ad libs to fade]