[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'd you jack the scratch
P: Cause I had to
G: Say what, say what
P: A n***a got to pay the f**in' 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 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 got to 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 zested
I keep a vest on my chest in case the cops are gettin' restless
Walk around ready to light sh** up
And 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 I'm fool, bust
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 mothaf**as 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 sh** until you've walked in my shoes
There was no other destiny to choose
I had nothin' left to lose so I'm singin' n***a blues
[Hook: 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 n***a got to pay the f**in' 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 n***a got to pay the f**in' rent
[2Pac]
Poppa need brand new shoes
But what the f** can a n***a 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 want to hit me with the book
And you're hooked on my eye don't give a f** look
Make your rules I'm a break 'em
No matter how much you make 'em
You show me bacon I'mma 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 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
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 b**h (b**h!)
Down with my homeboy Rich
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 (That ain't right)
And you wonder why we blazin' n***as
Cause you punks havin' babies can't raise the n***as (What's up kid)
And they bound to be f**ups too
Drinkin' forties of brew singin' n***a blues
(Hey Pac, say what?)
[Hook: 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 mothaf**in' 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