a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

2pac - cause i had to lyrics

(laughing)

[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’dd you jack the scratch
p: cause i had to
g: say what, say what
p: a n-gg- got to pay the f-ckin’ 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-ck the war
and got a busted jaw for sayin’ f-ck the law
and if you wonder why i’m mad check the record
what’s a n-gg- got to do to get respected?
sometimes i think i’m gettin’ tested
and if i don’t say yes a n-gg-‘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-t up
and since my life is f-cked, some say i’m slightly nuts
buck, buck is the sound as i move up
other n-gg-s pay attention when i’m fool, bust
they make a n-gg- be a killer i used to be a dealer
but they wanted to see who’s realer
now them same mothaf-ckas 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-t 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-gg- blues

[chorus: 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-gg- got to pay the f-ckin’ 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-gg- got to pay the f-ckin’ rent

[2pac]
poppa need brand new shoes
but what the f-ck can a n-gg- do
my little boy got to eat too
so why must i sock a fella
just to live large like rockafella?
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-ck look
make your rules i’m a break ’em
no matter how much you make ’em
you show me bacon i’m a take ’em
so don’t you ever tempt me
i’m a fool for mine n-gg- and my pockets stay empty
to my brothers in the barrio
you livin’ worse than the n-gg-s in the ghetto so
i give a f-ck about your language or complexion
you got love from the n-gg-s in my section
got love, you got problems with the punk police
don’t run from the chumps get the punk for me
we ain’t free i’ll be d-mned if i played a trick
for a blonde hair blue-eyed caucasian b-tch (b-tch!)
down with my homeboy rich
f-ck a snitch and a groupie -ss b-tch
and the n-gg- 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-gg-s
cause you punks havin’ babies can’t raise the n-gg-s (what’s up kid)
and they bound to be f-ckups too
drinkin’ forties of brew singin’ n-gg- blues

(hey pac, say what?)

[chorus: 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-ckin’ 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

- 2pac lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS