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Tupac Shakur Loyal to the Game Po Nigga Blues 1st Verse Crazy, I gotta work with what you gave me Claimin 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 headin for my grave G I told sam he could fuck the war, and got a busted jaw for saying 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 tested I keep a vest on my chest in case the cops are gettin restless Walking 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 Other niggas pay attention when a fool bust They make a nigga be a killa I used to be a deala, but they wanted to see who's realla Now them same motherfucker's want to murder me And noone did the lord ever heard of me I need loot so i'm doin what i do And don't say shit until you walk in my shoes There was no other destiny to choose I had nothin left to loose Singin nigga blues 2nd Verse Papa need brand new shoes,but what the fuck can a nigga do My little boy gotta eat to 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, huh And ya hooked on my i don't give a fuck look Make your rules i'ma 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'ma fool for my nigga and my pockets stay empty To my brothas in the fario You livin worst than the niggaz in the ghetto so I give a fuck about your language or complexion Ya got love from the niggaz in my section Gettin tired of the pump police Don't run from the chumps get the pump from me It ain't free i be dammed if i played a trick For a blonde haired, blue eyed caucasian bitch Down with my homeboy rich, huh Fuck a snitch and a groupie ass bitch And a nigga wit a cellular phone Leave his baby at home so we can go out and bone And you wonder why we blazin niggaz Cause you punks havin babies can't raise the niggaz And they dammed if he fuck ups too Drinkin forty's a brew, Singin Nigga Blues |
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