Cause I Had To

(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 nigg* got to pay the fkin' 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 fk the war
and got a busted jaw for sayin' fk the law
and if you wonder why I'm mad check the record
What's a nigg* got to do to get respected?
Sometimes I think I'm gettin' tested
And if I don't say yes a nigg*'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 s**t up
And since my life is fked, some say I'm slightly nuts
Buck, buck is the sound as I move up
Other pay attention when I'm fool, bust
They make a nigg* be a killer I used to be a dealer
But they wanted to see who's realer
Now them same mothafkas 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 s**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' nigg* 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 nigg* got to pay the fkin' 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 nigg* got to pay the fkin' rent

2Pac
Poppa need brand new shoes
but what the fk can a nigg* 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 fk 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 nigg* and my pockets stay empty
to my brothers In the barrio
You livin' worse than the In the ghetto so
I give a fk about your language or complexion
You got love from the 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 d*mned if I played a trick
For a blonde hair blue-eyed Caucasian b*tch (b*tch!)
Down with my homeboy Rich
fk a snitch and a groupie as* b*tch
And the nigg* 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'
Cause you punks havin' babies can't raise the (What's up kid)
And they bound to be fkups too
Drinkin' forties of brew singin' nigg* 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 mothafkin' 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