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2PAC FT. RON ISLEY lyrics : "Po Nigga Blues (Scott Storch Remix)"

[Girl]

Scott Storch


[Hook (Tupac)]


Why'd you sland crack? I had to
Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to
Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to

A ^!$$% gotta pay the $#[email protected] bills

[Verse 1 (Tupac)]


Crazy, I gotta look at what you gave me, claimin I'ma criminal when you the one that made me
They got me trapped in this slavery

now I'm lost in the holocaust headin for my grave G
I told Sam he could $#[email protected] the war, and got a busted jaw for sayin "$#[email protected] the law"
And if you wonder why I'm mad, check the record

Whats a ^!$$% gotta do to get respected
Sometimes I think I'm getting tested, and if I don't say "yes" a ^!$$% 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 %#@! up, because my life is $#[email protected], some say I'm slightly nuts
Buck buck is the sound as I move up, other ^!$$%s pay attention when a fool bust

They make a ^!$$% be a killer, I used to be a dealer but they wanted to see whos realer
Now them same mother $#[email protected] 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 %#@! until you've walked in my shoes,

Theres no other destiny to choose, I had nothing left to lose, so I'm singin the po ^!$$% blues

[Hook]


[Verse 2 (Tupac)]


Coppin these brand new shoes, but what the $#[email protected] can a ^!$$% 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 aint old enough to drink

Cops wanna hit me with the book, and you hooked on my "I don't give a $#[email protected]" look
Makin rules, I'ma break em, no matter how much you make em, show me bakin, I'ma take em
So don't you ever temp me, I'm a fool for mine ^!$$%, and my pockets stay empty

To my brother in the barrio, you livin worse then the ^!$$%s in ghetto so
I give a $#[email protected] about your language or complexion, you got love for the ^!$$%s in my section
You got problems with the punk police, don't run from the chumps, get the pump from me

We aint free, I'll be damned if I played a chip for a blonde haired blue eyed Caucasian (*##$
Down with my home boy rich, $#[email protected] a snitch and groupie $$# (*##$
And a ^!$$% with a cellular phone, leave his baby at home so he can go out and bone(huh)

And you wonder why we blazin ^!$$%s, cuz you punks haven babies cant raise the ^!$$%s
And they damned to be $#[email protected] ups too, drink 40s of brew, singin the ^!$$% blues


[Hook]

Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to

Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to
Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to
And now I'm headin for the mother $#[email protected] in PEN

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