Po Nigga Blues - 2Pac, Ronald Isley, Scott Storch

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 nigga gotta pay the fuckin bills

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 fuck the war,

and got a busted jaw for sayin «fuck the law»

And if you wonder why I’m mad, check the record

Whats a nigga gotta do to get respected

Sometimes I think I’m getting tested,

and if I don’t say «yes"a nigga 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 shit up,

because my life is fucked, some say I’m slightly nuts

Buck buck is the sound as I move up,

other niggas pay attention when a fool bust

They make a nigga be a killer,

I used to be a dealer but they wanted to see whos realer

Now them same mother fuckas 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 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

Coppin these brand new shoes,

but what the fuck can a nigga 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, a nd you hooked on my «I don’t give a fuck"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 nigga, and my pockets stay big (??)

To my brother in the barrio,

you livin worse then the niggas in ghetto so I give a fuck about your language or complexion,

you got love for the niggas 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 bitch

Down with my home boy rich,

fuck a snitch and groupie ass bitch

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, c uz you punks haven babies cant raise the niggas

And they damned to be fuck ups too,

drink 40s of brew, singin the nigga blues

Why’d you sland crack?

Cuz I had too

Why’d you sland crack?

Cuz I had too

Why’d you sland crack?

Cuz I had too

And now I’m headin for the mother fuck in PEN