Songtext Po nigga blues (feat. ron isley) (scott storch remix) von 2Pac

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Po nigga blues (feat. ron isley) (scott storch remix)

[Girl]
Scott Storich
[Hook (Tupac)]
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
[Verse 1 (Tupac)]
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
[Hook]
[Verse 2 (Tupac)]
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, and 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, cuz you punks haven babies cant raise the niggas
And they damned to be fuck ups too, drink 40s of brew, singin the nigga blues
[Hook]
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

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[Girl] 
Scott Storich 
[Hook (Tupac)] 
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 
[Verse 1 (Tupac)] 
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 
[Hook] 
[Verse 2 (Tupac)] 
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, and 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, cuz you punks haven babies cant raise the niggas 
And they damned to be fuck ups too, drink 40s of brew, singin the nigga blues 
[Hook] 
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