* Ron Isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics
(Scott, Storch) Hey!
[Hook: 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 n***a gotta pay the f**in rent
[2Pac]
Crazy, I gotta work with what'chu gave me
You claimin 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 headin for my grave G
I told Sam he could f** the war
And got a busted jaw for sayin f** the law
And if you 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's quick to get arrested
That's the reason I stay testin
I keep a vest on my chest in case the cops are gettin restless
Walkin around, ready to light sh** up
But since my life is f**ed, some say I'm slightly nuts
Buck buck is the sound as I move up
Other n***as pay attention when a fool bust, huh
They make a n***a be a k**er; I used to be a dealer
But they wanted to see who's realer
Now them same motherf**ers wanna murder me
And I wonder if the Lord ever heard of me, huh
I need loot, so I'm doin what I do
And don't say sh** until you walked in my shoes
There was no other destiny to choose
I had nuttin left to lose, so I'm singin n***a blues
[Hook]
[2Pac]
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 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 f**" look
Make your rules, I'mma break 'em
No matter how much you make 'em, you show me bacon I'm take 'em
So don't you ever tempt me
I'm a fool for mine n***a and my pockets stay empty
To my brothers in the barrio
You're livin worse than the n***as in the ghetto so
I give a f** about your language or complexion
You got love from the n***as 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 blonde-haired, blue-eyed, caucausian b**h
Down with my homeboy Rich, huh
f** a snitch and a groupie-a** b**h
And the n***a with a cellular phone, leave his baby at home
So he can go out and bone, huh
And you wonder why we blazin n***as
Cause you punks havin babies can't raise the n***as
And they down to be f**-ups too
Drinkin forties of brew, huh, singin n***a blues
[New Hook - repeat 3X]
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 motherf**in pen
[Ron Isley ad libs to fade]