Po Nigga Blues

*Girl*







Scott Storich (remix artist)







*Hook* (Tupac)







WhyÔÇÖd you slang crack? I had to



WhyÔÇÖd you slang crack? Cuz I had to



WhyÔÇÖd you slang crack? Cuz I had to



A nigga gotta pay the fuckin bills







*Verse1* (Tupac)







Crazy, I gotta work with what you gave me, claimin IÔÇÖma criminal when you the one that made me



They got me trapped in this slavery



now IÔÇÖm lost in the holocaust headin for my grave G



I told Sam he could fuck the war, and got a busted jaw for sayin ÔÇŁfuck the law?



And if you wonder why IÔÇÖm mad, check the record



Whats a nigga gotta do to get respected



Sometimes I think IÔÇÖm getting tested, and if I donÔÇÖt say ÔÇŁyes? a nigga's quick to get arrested



ThatÔÇÖs the reason I stay "zestin"(MIXING ERROR, 2 voices), 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 IÔÇÖm 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 whos realer



Now them same mother fuckas wanna murder me, and I wonder if the lord ever heard of me



I need loot, so IÔÇÖm doin what I do, and donÔÇÖt say shit until youÔÇÖve walked in my shoes,



Theres no other destiny to choose, I had nothing left to lose, so IÔÇÖm singin the nigga blues







Hook







*Verse2*(Tupac)







Papa 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 live large like rocafella



And did you ever stop to think? IÔÇÖm 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 ÔÇŁI donÔÇÖt give a fuck? look



Makin rules, IÔÇÖma break em, no matter how much you make em, you show me bakin, IÔÇÖma take em



So donÔÇÖt you ever temp me, IÔÇÖm a fool for mine nigga, and my pockets stay HINTED



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, donÔÇÖt run from the chumps, get the pump from me



We aint free, IÔÇÖll 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







WhyÔÇÖd you slang crack? Cuz I had too



WhyÔÇÖd you slang crack? Cuz I had too



WhyÔÇÖd you slang crack? Cuz I had too



And now IÔÇÖm headin for the mother fuckin' PEN