Po Nigga Blues (Scott Storch Remix)

* Ron Isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics (Scott, Storch) Hey! [Hook: 2Pac] 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 nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent [2Pac] 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 fuck the war And got a busted jaw for sayin fuck the law And if you wonder why I'm mad check the record What's a nigga gotta do to get respected? Sometimes I think I'm gettin tested And if I don't say yes a nigga'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 shit up But since 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, huh They make a nigga be a killer; I used to be a dealer But they wanted to see who's realer Now them same motherfuckers 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 shit until you walked in my shoes There was no other destiny to choose I had nuttin left to lose, so I'm singin nigga blues [Hook] [2Pac] Poppa need 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 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 Fuck" 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 nigga 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 fuck 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 bitch Down with my homeboy Rich, huh Fuck a snitch and a groupie-ass bitch And the 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 Cause you punks havin babies can't raise the niggas And they down to be fuck-ups too Drinkin forties of brew, huh, singin nigga blues [New Hook - repeat 3X] 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 motherfuckin pen [Ron Isley ad libs to fade]