[2Pac & Govenor] G: Why´d you slang crack P: I had to
G: Why´d you pack the straps P: Cause I had to) G: Why´dd you jack the scratch P: Cause I had to G: Say what, say what P: A nigga got to pay the fuckin´ rent
Pac You certified crazy
[2Pac] 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 zested I keep a vest on my chest in case the cops are gettin´ restless Walk around ready to light shit up And since my life is fucked, some say I´m slightly nuts Buck, buck is the sound as I move up Other niggas pay attention when I´m fool, bust They make a nigga be a killer I used to be a dealer But they wanted to see who´s realer Now them same mothafuckas wanna murder me
And I wonder If the Lord ever heard of me (uh) 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
[Chorus: 2Pac & Govenor] Can´t you see, we´re raised to all be thugs Make´s us do the things we do Got to let a Outlaw make moves (A nigga got to pay the fuckin´ rent)
Why did you slang crack (Cause I had to) Why did you pack straps (Cause I had to) Why did you jack the scratch (Cause I had to) A nigga got to pay the fuckin´ rent
[2Pac] 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 Rockafella? And did you ever stop to think I´m old enough to go to war But I ain´t old enough to drink Cops want to hit me with the book And you´re hooked on my eye 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´m a 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 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 Got love, 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 played a trick For a blonde hair blue-eyed Caucasian bitch (Bitch!) Down with my homeboy Rich 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 (That ain´t right) And you wonder why we blazin´ niggas Cause you punks havin´ babies can´t raise the niggas (What´s up kid) And they bound to be fuckups too
Drinkin´ forties of brew singin´ nigga blues
(Hey Pac, say what?)
[Chorus: 2Pac & Govenor] Why did you slang crack (Cause I had to) Why did you pack straps (Cause I had to) Why did you jack the scratch (Cause I had to) Come on, Come on Now I´m headin´ for the mothafuckin´ penn [2Xs]
[Outro: 2Pac & Govenor] 4x Can´t you see we´re raised to all be thugs Makes us do the things we do you got to let a Outlaw Make moves and get a grip That´s to you