Po Nigga Blues - Scott Storch Remix (Explicit)

Scott Storch hey

Why'd you ** crack I had to

Why'd you ** crack cause I had to

Why'd you ** crack cause I had to

A ni**a gotta pay the f**kin rent

Crazy I gotta work with what'chu gave me

You claimin 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 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

What's a ni**a gotta do to get respected

Sometimes I think I'm gettin tested

And if I don't say yes a ni**a's quick to get arrested

That's the reason I stay testin

I keep a vest on my chest in case the cops are gettin restless

Walkin around ready to light sh*t up

But since my life is f**ked some say I'm slightly nuts

Buck buck is the sound as I move up

Other n***as pay attention when a fool bust huh

They make a ni**a be a killer I used to be a dealer

But they wanted to see who's realer

Now them same motherf**kers wanna murder me

And I wonder if the Lord ever heard of me huh

I need loot so I'm doin what I do

And don't say sh*t until you walked in my shoes

There was no other destiny to choose

I had nuttin left to lose so I'm singin ni**a blues

Why'd you ** crack I had to

Why'd you ** crack cause I had to

Why'd you ** crack cause I had to

A ni**a gotta pay the f**kin rent

Poppa need brand new shoes but what the f**k can a ni**a do

My little boy gotta 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 wanna hit me with the book huh

And you're hooked on my I don't give a f**k look

Make your rules I'mma break 'em

No matter how much you make 'em you show me bacon I'm take 'em

So don't you ever tempt me

I'm a fool for mine ni**a and my pockets stay empty

To my brothers in the Barrio

You're livin worse than the n***as in the ghetto so

I give a f**k about your language or complexion

You got love from the n***as 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 play the **

For a blonde haired blue eyed caucausian b**ch

Down with my homeboy rich huh

F**k a snitch and a groupie a** b**ch

And the ni**a with a cellular phone leave his baby at home

So he can go out and bone huh

And you wonder why we blazin n***as

Cause you punks havin babies can't raise the n***as

And they down to be f**k ups too

Drinkin forties of brew huh singin ni**a blues

Why'd you ** crack cause I had to

Why'd you ** crack cause I had to

Why'd you ** crack cause I had to

Now I'm headin for the motherf**kin pen

Why'd you ** crack cause I had to

Why'd you ** crack cause I had to

Why'd you ** crack cause I had to

Now I'm headin for the motherf**kin pen

Why'd you ** crack cause I had to

Why'd you ** crack cause I had to

Why'd you ** crack cause I had to

Now I'm headin for the motherf**kin pen