(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 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