[Intro]
Hey
[Chorus]
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 got to pay the fuckin' rent
[Verse 1]
This is crazy, 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 testin'
I keep a vеst on my chest in case the cops arе gettin' restless
Walk around ready to light shit up
And since my life is fucked, some say I'm slightly nuts
"Pop-pop" is the sound as I move up
Other niggas pay attention when I'm 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'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]
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
A nigga got to pay the fuckin' rent
[Verse 2]
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 wanna hit me with the book, huh
And you're hooked on my "I 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'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 bound to be fuck-ups too
Drinkin' forties of brew, huh
Singin' nigga blues
[Chorus]
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
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
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
READ MORE ABOUT 2PAC
