Coz I Had 2

[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 I told Sam he could [bad word] the war
and got a busted jaw for sayin' [bad word] the law
and if you wonder why I'm mad check the record
What's a [bad word] got to do to get respected?
Sometimes I think I'm gettin' tested
And if I don't say yes a [bad word] 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 [bad word] up
And since my life is [bad word]  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 [bad word] be a killer I used to be a dealer
But they wanted to see who's realer
Now them same [bad word] 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 [bad word] until you've walked in my shoes
There was no other destiny to choose
I had nothin' left to lose so I'm singin' [bad word] 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
([bad word] got to pay the [bad word]  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)
[bad word] got to pay the [bad word]  rent

[2Pac]
Poppa need brand new shoes 
but what the [bad word] can a [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] and my pockets stay empty
to my brothers In the barrio
You livin' worse than the niggas In the ghetto so
I give a [bad word] 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 [bad word]  [bad word] )
Down with my homeboy Rich [bad word] a snitch and a groupie [bad word] [bad word] And the [bad word] 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 [bad word] too
Drinkin' forties of brew singin' [bad word] 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 [bad word]  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