Po' Nigga Blues Lyrics - Loyal To The Game - 2pac

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? 

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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 

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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 look 

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