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)