2Pac – Po Nigga Blues (Scott Storch Remix) [feat. Ronald Isl

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Po Nigga Blues (Scott Storch Remix)

2Pac (feat. Ronald Isley)

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"Po Nigga Blues (Scott Storch Remix)." - 2Pac (feat. Ronald Isley)

Saturday, 24 October 2026, 10:29 pm

Album: Loyal to the Game

Track No: 14

Hey, 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 **** gotta pay the fucking rent
Crazy, I gotta 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, heading for my grave, G
I told Sam, he could fuck the war
And got a busted jaw for saying, fuck the law
And if you wonder why I'm mad, check the record
What's a **** gotta do to get respected?
Sometimes I think I'm getting tested
And if I don't say, yes, a ****'s quick to get arrested
That's the reason I stayed zesting
I keep a vest on my chest in case the cops are getting restless
Walking 'round, 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 **** pay attention when the fool bust
They make a **** 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
I need loot so I'm doing what I do
And don't say shit until you walked in my shoes
There was no other destiny to choose
I had nothing left to lose
So I'm singing **** 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 **** gotta pay the fucking rent
Poppa need brand new shoes
But what the fuck can a **** do?
My little boy gotta eat too
So why I 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
And you're hooked on my I don't give a fuck look
Make your rules, I'ma 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, ****, and my pockets stay empty
To my brothers in the barrio
You're living worse than the **** in the ghettos, so
I give a fuck about your language or complexion
You got love from the **** in my section
You got problems with the punk police?
Don't run from the chumps, get the pump form me
We ain't free, I'll be damned if I play the trick
For a blonde-haired, blue-eyed caucasian bitch
Down with my homeboy, Rich
Fuck a snitch and a groupie ass bitch
And a **** with the cellular phone
Leave his baby at home
So he can go out and bone
And you wonder why we blazing ****
'Cause you punks having babies, can't raise the ****
And they down to be fuck-ups too
Drinking forties of brew
Singing **** 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 heading for the motherfucking 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 heading for the motherfucking 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 heading for the motherfucking pen

Writer(s): Ronald Isley, 2Pac, Katari Cox, Malcolm Greenidge, Daryl L. Anderson & Scott Storch.

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