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Lyricist: 2 Pac
Lyrics:
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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 got to pay the fuckin' rent
This is crazy, I got to work with what you gave me 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, headed for my grave G I told Sam he could fuck the war And got a busted jaw for sayin' 'fuck the law' And if you wonder why I'm mad check the record What's a nigga got to do to get respected? Sometimes I think I'm gettin' tested And if I don't say 'yes' a nigga's quick to get arrested That's the reason I stay testin' I keep a v?st on my chest in case the cops ar? gettin' restless Walk around ready to light shit up And since my life is fucked, some say I'm slightly nuts 'Pop-pop' is the sound as I move up Other niggas pay attention when I'm 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 doin' what I do And don't say shit until you've walked in my shoes There was no other destiny to choose I had nothin' left to lose so I'm singin' 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 A nigga got to pay the fuckin' rent
Poppa need brand new shoes, but what the fuck can a nigga do? My little boy got to 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'm a break 'em No matter how much you make 'em You show me bacon I'ma 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 livin' 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 blonde-haired, blue-eyed, caucausian 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 blazin' niggas 'Cause you punks havin' babies can't raise the niggas And they bound to be fuck-ups too Drinkin' forties of brew, huh Singin' 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 headin for the motherfuckin' pen 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 motherfuckin' pen 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 motherfuckin' pen
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