2Pac. .. . Why'd you sLang cRacK

I took out the Chorus throughout, but left it in once at the end, and the opening line 'Pac, you certified crazy' is some guy named Governor, and he also does most of the hook with Pac speakin over it. This song is crazy and I don't know what album it's off of, or what the real original beat even is, cuz I've heard so many different versions of it. But in my mind, the original beat is sampled and almost exactly like "Just The Two of Us.. . . (we can make it if we try.. .. " or whover they sampled it off of themselves. That same version is pretty scratchy, raw, and unfinished. It's sounds so gOod! ! !

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

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
I 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
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

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

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

- Tupac (Cuz I Had To)