Po Nigga Blues (Scott Storch Remix|Explicit)

Po Nigga Blues (Scott Storch Remix|Explicit) - 2Pac (圖派克)/Ronald Isley

Written by：Ronald Isley/Tupac Shakur/Scott Storch/Katari Cox/Daryl Anderson/Malcolm Greenidge

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 ni**a gotta pay the f**kin 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 f**k the war

And got a busted jaw for sayin f**k the law

And if you wonder why I'm mad check the record

What's a ni**a gotta do to get respected

Sometimes I think I'm gettin tested

And if I don't say yes a ni**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 sh*t up

But since my life is f**ked some say I'm slightly nuts

Buck buck is the sound as I move up

Other niggas pay attention when a fool bust huh

They make a ni**a be a killer I used to be a dealer

But they wanted to see who's realer

Now them same motherf**kers 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 sh*t until you walked in my shoes

There was no other destiny to choose

I had nuttin left to lose so I'm singin ni**a 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 ni**a gotta pay the f**kin rent

Poppa need brand new shoes but what the f**k can a ni**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 f**k look

Make your rules I'mma 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 ni**a and my pockets stay empty

To my brothers in the Barrio

You're livin worse than the niggas in the ghetto so

I give a f**k about your language or complexion

You got love from the niggas 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 b**ch

Down with my homeboy rich huh

F**k a snitch and a groupie a** b**ch

And the ni**a with a cellular phone leave his baby at home

So he can go out and bone huh

And you wonder why we blazin niggas

Cause you punks havin babies can't raise the niggas

And they down to be f**k ups too

Drinkin forties of brew huh singin ni**a 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 motherf**kin 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 motherf**kin 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 motherf**kin pen