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Po Nigga Blues (Scott Storch Remix)
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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 ****in' rent
 
Crazy, I gotta look at what you gave me
You claimin' I'ma criminal when 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 **** the war
And got a busted jaw for sayin', "**** 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 ***** quick to get arrested
That's the reason I stay zestin'
I keep a vest on my chest incase the cops is getting restless
Walkin' 'round ready to light **** up
And since my life is ****ed, some say I'm slightly nuts
Buck, buck is the sound as I move up
Other *****s pay attention when a 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 **********as wanna murder me
And I wonder if the Lord ever heard of me
I need loot, so I'm doin' what I do
And don't say **** until you've walked in my shoes
There's no other destiny to choose
I had nothing left to lose, so I'm singin' the po ***** 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 ****in' rent
 
Pappa need brand new shoes, but what the **** can a ***** do
My little boy gotta eat too
So why must I sock a fella? Just live large like Rocafella
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 **** look
 
Makin' 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 brother in the barrio
You're livin' worse then the *****s in ghetto so
I give a **** about your language or complexion
You got love for the *****s 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 played a chip
For a blond haired, blue eyed Caucasian *****
Down with my home boy, rich
**** a snitch and groupie *** *****
And a ***** with a cellular phone
Leave his baby at home so he can go out and bone
And you wonder why we blazin' *****s
'Cause you punks havin' babies can't raise the *****s
And they damned to be **** ups too
Drink 40s of brew, singin' the ***** 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 **********in' 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 **********in' 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 **********in' pen
 
Yeah
Oo yeah
Oo yeah
Aye, no