Po' Nigga Blues (Scott Storch Remix)

[Intro]

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

[Verse 1]

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]

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

[Verse 2]

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 bound to be fuck-ups too

Drinkin forties of brew, huh, singin nigga blues

[Hook 2]

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

[Ron Isley ad libs to fade]