2Pac – Po Nigga Blues (Scott Storch Remix) ft Ron Isley

Talented American rapper, Tupac Shakur join efforts with Ron Isley to create this astonishing record titled “Po Nigga Blues (Scott Storch Remix)”.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 14 on his top charting album project called “Loyal to the Game” was officially released on 14 December 2004.

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LYRICS

Scott, Storch. Hey!

[2Pac:]

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

[2Pac:]

Crazy, I gotta work with what’chu gave me

You claiming I’m a criminal and you the one that made me

They got me trapped in this slavery

Now I’m lost in this holocaust heading for my grave G

I told Sam he could fuck the war

And got a busted jaw for saying “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’s quick to get arrested

That’s the reason I stay testing

I keep a vest on my chest in case the cops are getting restless

Walking around, ready to light shit up

But 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, huh

They make a nigga be a killer; I used to be a dealer

But they wanted to see who’s realer

Now them same motherfuckers wanna murder me

And I wonder if the Lord ever heard of me, huh

I need loot, so I’m doing what I do

And don’t say shit until you walked in my shoes

There was no other destiny to choose

I had nuttin left to lose, so I’m singing nigga blues

[2Pac:]

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

[2Pac:]

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 Rockefeller?

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, huh

And you’re hooked on my “I Don’t Give a Fuck” look

Make your rules, I’mma break ’em

No matter how much you make ’em, you show me bacon I’mma take ’em

So don’t you ever tempt me

I’m a fool for mine nigga and my pockets stay empty

To my brothers in the barrio

You’re living worse than the niggas in the ghetto so

I give a fuck about your language or complexion

You got love from 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 play the trick

For a blond-haired, blue-eyed, Caucasian bitch

Down with my homeboy Rich, huh

Fuck a snitch and a groupie-ass bitch

And the nigga with a cellular phone, leave his baby at home

So he can go out and bone, huh

And you wonder why we blazing niggas

Cause you punks having babies can’t raise the niggas

And they down to be fuck-ups too

Drinking forties of brew, huh, singing 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 heading for the motherfuckin’ pen

[3x]