2pac - Po' n***a Blues lyrics

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 n***a gotta pay the f**in' 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 f** the war And got a busted jaw for sayin' f** da law (no,no,no,no) And if u wonder why I'm mad check the record what's a n***a gotta do to get respected Sometimes I think I'm gettin' tested And if I don't say yes a n***a 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 sh** up some say I'm slightly nuts (hey) Buck buck is the sound as I move a Other n***as pay attention when a fool busts They make a n***a be a k**er I used to be a dealer but they wanna see who's realer Now the same muthaf**a's wanna murder me I need loot, so I'm doing what I do And don't say sh** until u walk in my shoes There was no other destiny to choose I had nuttin' left to lose So I'm singin' the n***a blues (Chorus) Verse 2: Poppa need brand new shoes but what the f** can a n***a 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 f** 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 n***a and my pockets stay empty To my brothers in da bardio u livin worse then them n***az in da ghetto soul I give a f** about your language or complextion U got luv for da n***as 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 b**h Down wit' my homeboys rich f** a snitch and a groupie-a** b**h And to da n***a wit' da celluar phone leave his baby at home so he could go out and bone And u wonder why we blazin' n***az Cuz u punks havin' babies can't raise da n***az And be down if they f** ups too Drinkin' 40's and brew Singin' n***a blues (Chorus) Now I'm heading for da muthaf**in' pen (Chorus) Now I'm heading for da muthaf**in' pen (Chorus) Now I'm heading for da muthaf**in' pen (Ron Isley Vocalizing)