cause i had to

Tupac Shakur

(Risada)

[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 nigga got to pay the fuckin 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 fuck the war
and got a busted jaw for sayin fuck the law
and if you wonder why I m mad check the record
What s a nigga got to do to get respected?
Sometimes I think I m gettin tested
And if I don t say yes a nigga 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 shit up
And since my life is fucked, some say I m slightly nuts
Buck, buck is the sound as I move up
Other niggas pay attention when I m fool, bust
They make a nigga be a killer I used to be a dealer
But they wanted to see who s realer
Now them same mothafuckas 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 shit until you ve walked in my shoes
There was no other destiny to choose
I had nothin left to lose so I m singin nigga 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 nigga got to pay the fuckin 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 nigga got to pay the fuckin rent

[2Pac]
Poppa need brand new shoes
but what the fuck can a nigga 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 fuck 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 nigga and my pockets stay empty
to my brothers In the barrio
You livin worse than the niggas In the ghetto so
I give a fuck about your language or complexion
You got love from the niggas 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 bitch (Bitch!)
Down with my homeboy Rich
Fuck a snitch and a groupie ass bitch
And the nigga 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 niggas
Cause you punks havin babies can t raise the niggas (What s up kid)
And they bound to be fuckups too
Drinkin forties of brew singin nigga 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 mothafuckin 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