2Pac
AKA
Makaveli
Real Name
Tupac Shakur
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Founder of Outlawz
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2Pac - Po Nigga Blues Song Lyrics
Artist 2Pac
Album Loyal To The Game
Released December 14, 2004
Label Interscope
Song Po Nigga Blues
Transcriber N/A Lyrics Correct
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Krazy
i gotta work with what you gave me
claiming i'm a criminal,when ur the one that made me
they got me trapped in this slavery
now i'm lost in this holocast, 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
wats a nigga gotta do to get respected
sometimes i think i'm gettin tested
and if i dont say yes,a nigga is quick to get arrested
thats the reason i stay ??zested??
i keep a vest on ma chest
incase the cops r gettin restless
walking around ready to light shit up
and since my life is fucked
some say i'm slightly nutz
buck buck is the sound as i move by
other niggas pay attention when a fool busts
they make a nigga be a killer
i use to be a dealer but they wonder see whos realer
now the same muthafuckas wanna murder me
and i wonder if the lord ever heard of me
i need loot so i'm doing wat i do
and dont say shit till u walk in ma shoes
there was no other destiny to chose
i had nothing left to lose
so now i'm singing nigga blues

Chorus

papa need brand new shoe but wat the fuk can a nigga do
my little boy gotta eat too
so why must i sock a fella
just to live large like Rockfellac
and did u ever stop to think
i'm old enough to go to war
but i aint old enough to drink
cops wanna hit me with the book
and ur hooked on my i dont give a fuck look
make the rules imma brake'em
no matter how much u make'em imma brake'em
u show me bacon and imma take'em
so dont you ever tempt me
i'm a fool for mine nigga and my pockets stay empty
and to my brothers in the ???????
your living ur life worst than the niggas in the ghetto soil
i give a fuck bout ur language or complection
u got love from the niggas in my section
you problems with the punk police
dont run from the chumps get the pump from me
we aint free, i be damed if i played a trik
for a blonde hair,blu eyed, cocation bitch
down with my homeboy rich
fuck a snitch and the groupie ass bitch
and the nigga with the celluar phone
leave his baby at home so he could go out and bone
and you wonder why we blazing niggas
cuz u punks havin babies can't raise the niggas
and they bound to be fuck ups too
drinkin 40's and brew
sining nigga blues






Transcriber Ali Lyrics Correct
Email bigbattywhitegyal@hotmail.com 100%
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[Girl]

Scott Storich(??)

[Hook (Tupac)]

Why'd you sland crack? I had to
Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to
Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had to
A nigga gotta pay the f**kin bills

[Verse 1 (Tupac)]

Crazy, I gotta look at what you gave me, claimin I'ma criminal
when you the one that made me
They got me trapped in this slavery
now I'm lost in the holocaust headin for my grave G
I told Sam he could f**k the war, and got a busted jaw for sayin
"f**k the law"
And if you wonder why I'm mad, check the record
Whats a nigga gotta do to get respected
Sometimes I think I'm getting tested, and if I don't say "yes" a
nigga 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 shit up, because my life is f**ked,
some say I'm slightly nuts
Buck buck is the sound as I move up, other niggas pay attention
when a fool bust
They make a nigga be a killer, I used to be a dealer but they
wanted to see whos realer
Now them same mother f**kas 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 shit until
you've walked in my shoes,
Theres no other destiny to choose, I had nothing left to lose,
so I'm singin the po nigga blues

[Hook]

[Verse 2 (Tupac)]

Coppin these brand new shoes, but what the f**k can a nigga 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 aint old enough to drink
Cops wanna hit me with the book, and you hooked on my "I don't
give a f**k" look
Makin rules, I'ma break em, no matter how much you make em, show
me bakin, I'ma take em
So don't you ever temp me, I'm a fool for mine nigga, and my
pockets stay big(??)
To my brother in the barrio, you livin worse then the niggas in
ghetto so
I give a f**k about your language or complexion, you got love
for the niggas in my section
You got problems with the punk police, don't run from the
chumps, get the pump from me
We aint free, I'll be damned if I played a chip for a blonde
haired blue eyed Caucasian bitch
Down with my home boy rich, f**k a snitch and groupie ass bitch
And a 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, cuz you punks haven babies
cant raise the niggas
And they damned to be f**k ups too, drink 40s of brew, singin
the nigga blues

[Hook]

Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had too
Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had too
Why'd you sland crack? Cuz I had too
And now I'm headin for the mother f**k in PEN
Transcriber N/A Lyrics Correct
Email tonyandcarlito_4e@hotmail.com 100%
Source N/A Yes | No

Krazy
I gotta work with what you gave me
Claiming I'm a criminal,when your the one that made me
They got me trapped in this slavery
Now I'm lost in this holocast, 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
Whats a nigga gotta do to get respected
Sometimes I think I'm gettin tested
And if I dont say yes,a nigga is quick to get arrested
Thats the reason I stay tested
I keep a vest on my chest
Incase the cops are gettin restless
Walking around ready to light shit up
And since my life is fucked
Some say I'm slightly nutz
Buck buck is the sound as I move up
Other niggas pay attention when a fool busts
They make a nigga be a killer
I use to be a dealer but they wonder see whos realer
Now the same muthafuckas wanna murder me
And I wonder if the lord ever heard of me
I need loot so I'm doing wat I do
And dont say shit till you've walked in my shoes
There was no other destiny to choose
I had nothing left to lose
So now i'm singing nigga blues...

Chorus

Papa need brand new shoes but what the fuck can a nigga do?
My little boy gotta eat too
So why must I sock-a-fella
Just to live large like Rock-a-fella
And did u 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 now ur hooked on my i dont give a fuck look
Make the rules I'm a brake'em
No matter how much u make'em
U show me bacon and I'm a take'em
So dont you ever tempt me
I'm a fool for mine nigga and my pockets stay empty
And to my brothers in the baller yo
Your living ur life worst than the niggas in the Ghetto so
I give a fuck bout ur language or complection
U got love from the niggas in my section
You've problems with the punk police
Don't run from the chumps get the pump from me
We aint free, i be damned if i played a trik
For a blonde hair, blue eyed, cacation bitch
Down with my homeboy rich
Fuck a snitch and the groupie ass bitch
And the nigga with the celluar phone
Leave his baby at home so he could go out and bone
And you wonder why we blazing niggas
Cuz u punks havin babies can't raise the niggas
And they bound to be fuck ups too
Drinkin 40's and brew
Signing nigga blues



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