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 - Composers:
 - Katari Cox
 - Malcolm Greenridge
 - Ron Isley
 - Tupac Shakur
 - Daryl Anderson
 - Scott Storch
 
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2Pac - Po' Nigga Blues lyrics
Scott Storch
 Hey, 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
 Crazy, I gotta look at what you gave me
 You claimin' I'ma criminal when 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 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
 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 a 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 motherfuckas 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
 There's no other destiny to choose
 I had nothing left to lose, so I'm singin' the po nigga blues
 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 gotta pay the fuckin' rent
 Pappa 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? I'm old enough to go to war
 But I ain't old enough to drink
 Cops wanna hit me with the book, and you're hooked on my
 'I don't give a fuck look2Pac - Po' Nigga Blues - http://motolyrics.com/2pac/po-nigga-blues-lyrics.html
 Makin' rules, I'ma 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 brother in the barrio
 You're 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 ain't free, I'll be damned if I played a chip
 For a blond 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
 And you wonder why we blazin' niggas
 'Cause you punks havin' babies can't raise the niggas
 And they damned to be fuck ups too
 Drink 40s of brew, singin' the nigga blues
 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
 Yeah
 Oo yeah
 Oo yeah
 Aye, no









