Cause I Had To

[Chorus: 2Pac & Govenor]

Why'd you slang crack

I had to

Why'd you pack the straps

'Cause I had to

Why'd you jack the scratch

'Cause I had to

Say what, say what

A nigga got to pay the fuckin' rent

Pac

You certified crazy

[Verse 1: 2Pac]

I got to work with what you gave me

Claiming' 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 headed 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 got to 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 zested

I keep a vest on my chest in case the cops are gettin' restless

Walk around ready to light shit up

And 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 I'm fool, bust

They make a nigga be a killer I used to be a dealer

But they wanted to see who's realer

Now them same mothafuckas wanna murder me

And I wonder If the Lord ever heard of me (Uh)

I need loot so I'm doin' what I do

And don't say shit until you've walked in my shoes

There was no other destiny to choose

I had nothin' left to lose so I'm singin' nigga blues

[Chorus: 2Pac & Govenor]

Can't you see, we're raised to all be thugs

Make's us do the things we do

Got to let a Outlaw make moves

(A nigga got to pay the fuckin' rent)

Why did you slang crack ('Cause I had to)

Why did you pack straps ('Cause I had to)

Why did you jack the scratch ('Cause I had to)

A nigga got to pay the fuckin' rent

[Verse 2: 2Pac]

Poppa need brand new shoes

But what the fuck can a nigga do

My little boy got to 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 want to hit me with the book

And you're hooked on my eye don't give a fuck look

Make your rules I'm a break 'em

No matter how much you make 'em

You show me bacon I'ma 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 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 (Got love)

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 played a trick

For a blonde hair blue-eyed Caucasian bitch (Bitch!)

Down with my homeboy Rich

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 (That ain't right)

And you wonder why we blazin' niggas

'Cause you punks havin' babies can't raise the niggas (What's up kid)

And they bound to be fuckups too

Drinkin' forties of brew singin' nigga blues

(Hey Pac, say what?)

[Chorus: 2Pac & Govenor]

Why did you slang crack ('Cause I had to)

Why did you pack straps ('Cause I had to)

Why did you jack the scratch ('Cause I had to)

Come on, Come on Now I'm headin' for the mothafuckin' 'pen

Why did you slang crack ('Cause I had to)

Why did you pack straps ('Cause I had to)

Why did you jack the scratch ('Cause I had to)

Come on, come on now I'm headin' for the motherfuckin' pen

[Outro: 2Pac & Govenor]

Can't you see we're raised to all be thugs

Makes us do the things we do you

Got to let a Outlaw make moves

And get a grip, that's to you

Can't you see we're raised to all be thugs

Makes us do the things we do you

Got to let a Outlaw make moves

And get a grip, that's to you

Can't you see we're raised to all be thugs

Makes us do the things we do you

Got to let a Outlaw make moves

And get a grip, that's to you

Can't you see we're raised to all be thugs

Makes us do the things we do you

Got to let a Outlaw make moves

And get a grip, that's to you