Paroles Po' nigga blues 2Pac

Po' nigga blues

Chorus:
Why'd u sling crack
I had to
Why'd u sling crack
cuz I had to
Why'd u sling crack
cuz I had to
A nigga gotta pay the fuckin' rent

Verse:1
(hey)Crazy I gotta work wit what u gave me
claiming I'm a criminal
when u da 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 da law (no,no,no,no)
And if u 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 put this ghetto rested
Thats the reason I stay tested
I keep a vest on my chesty
in case the cops will get me restless
Walkin' around ready to light shit up
some say I'm slightly nuts (hey)
Buck buck is the sound as I move a
Other niggas pay attention when a fool busts
They make a nigga be a killer
I used to be a dealer
but they wanna see who's realer
Now the same muthafucka's wanna murder me
I need loot, so I'm doing what I do
And don't say shit until u walk
in my shoes
There was no other destiny to choose
I had nuttin' left to lose
So I'm singin' the nigga blues

(Chorus)

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 Rocafella(Well,well,well)
And did u ever stop to think
I'm old enough to go to war
but I ain't old enough to drink
Cops wanna hit me wit da book
and ya hooked
on mine,
I don't give a fuck look
Making rules I'ma break em'
No matter how much u make
U show me bake
And I take em'
So don't u ever tempt me
I'ma fool for my nigga
and my pockets stay empty
To my brothers in da bardio
u livin worse then them niggaz in da ghetto soul
I give a fuck about your language or complextion
U got luv for da niggas in my section
U got problems wit da punk police
Don't run from the chumps
get da punk fo' me
We ain't free
I'll be damned if I played a trick
for a blonde-haired blue-eyed caucasian bitch
Down wit' my homeboys rich
Fuck a snitch and a groupie-ass bitch
And to da nigga wit' da celluar phone
leave his baby at home
so he could go out and bone
And u wonder why we blazin' niggaz
Cuz u punks havin' babies
can't raise da niggaz
And be down if they fuck ups too
Drinkin' 40's and brew
Singin' nigga blues

(Chorus)
Now I'm heading for da muthafuckin' pen
(Chorus)
Now I'm heading for da muthafuckin' pen
(Chorus)
Now I'm heading for da muthafuckin' pen

(Ron Isley Vocalizing)