Ronald Isley - Po n***a Blues (Scott Storch Remix) lyrics

* 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]