Cause I Had To lyrics

by

Kurupt


[2Pac & Govenor]
Why'd you slang crack
I had to
Why'd you pack the straps
'Cause I had to
Why'd you jack the scratch
'Cause I had to
Say what, say what
A n*gga got to pay the f*ckin' rent

'Pac
You certified crazy

[Verse 1: 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*gga got to do to get respected?
Sometimes I think I'm gettin' tested
And if I don't say yes a n*gga'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*ggas pay attention when I'm fool, bust
They make a n*gga 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*gga blues
[Hook: 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*gga 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*gga got to pay the f*ckin' rent

[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Poppa need brand new shoes
But what the f*ck can a n*gga do
My little boy got to eat too
So why must I sock-a-fella
Just to live large like Rockefeller?
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'ma take 'em
So don't you ever tempt me
I'm a fool for mine n*gga and my pockets stay empty
To my brothers In the barrio
You livin' worse than the n*ggas In the ghetto so
I give a f*ck about your language or complexion
You got love from the n*ggas 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 b*tch (b*tch!)
Down with my homeboy Rich
f*ck a snitch and a groupie ass b*tch
And the n*gga 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*ggas
'Cause you punks havin' babies can't raise the n*ggas (What's up kid)
And they bound to be f*ckups too
Drinkin' forties of brew singin' n*gga blues
(Hey Pac, say what?)

[Hook: 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' 'pen
[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
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