Po Nigga Blues Lyrics

Po n____ Blues (Scott Storch Remix Ft. Ron Isley)

Chorus:
Why'd u sling crack
I had to
Why'd u sling crack
cuz I had to
Why'd u sling crack
cuz I had to
A n____ gotta pay the f___in' rent

Verse:1
(hey)Crazy I gotta work wit what u gave me
claiming I'm a criminal
when u da 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___ the war
And got a busted jaw for sayin' f___ da law (no,no,no,no)
And if u wonder why I'm mad
check the record
what's a n____ gotta do
to get respected
Sometimes I think I'm gettin' tested
And if I don't say yes
a n____ quick to get arrested
Thats the reason I stay tested
I keep a vest on my chesty
in case the cops will get me restless
Walkin' around ready to light s___ up
some say I'm slightly nuts (hey)
Buck buck is the sound as I move a
Other n____s pay attention when a fool busts
They make a n____ be a killer
I used to be a dealer
but they wanna see who's realer
Now the same m____fucka's wanna murder me
I need loot, so I'm doing what I do
And don't say s___ until u walk
in my shoes
There was no other destiny to choose
I had nuttin' left to lose
So I'm singin' the n____ blues

(Chorus)

Verse 2:
Poppa need brand new shoes
but what the f___ can a n____ do
My little boy gotta eat too
So why must I sock a fella
just to live large like Rocafella(Well,well,well)
And did u ever stop to think
I'm old enough to go to war
but I ain't old enough to drink
Cops wanna hit me wit da book
and ya hooked
on mine,I don't give a f___ look
Making rules I'ma break em'
No matter how much u make
U show me bake
And I take em'
So don't u ever tempt me
I'ma fool for my n____
and my pockets stay empty
To my brothers in da bardio
u livin worse then them n____z in da ghetto soul
I give a f___ about your language or complextion
U got luv for da n____s in my section
U got problems wit da punk police
Don't run from the chumps
get da punk fo' me
We ain't free
I'll be d___ed if I played a trick
for a blonde-haired blue-eyed caucasian b____
Down wit' my homeboys rich
f___ a snitch and a groupie-a__ b____
And to da n____ wit' da celluar phone
leave his baby at home
so he could go out and bone
And u wonder why we blazin' n____z
Cuz u punks havin' babies
can't raise da n____z
And be down if they f___ ups too
Drinkin' 40's and brew
Singin' n____ blues

(Chorus)
Now I'm heading for da m____fuckin' pen
(Chorus)
Now I'm heading for da m____fuckin' pen
(Chorus)
Now I'm heading for da m____fuckin' pen

(Ron Isley Vocalizing)