Scott Storch      Hey, why'd you slang crack?   I had to   Why'd you slang crack?   'Cause I had to   Why'd you slang crack?   'Cause I had to   A nigga gotta pay the fuckin' rent      Crazy, I gotta look at what you gave me   You claimin' I'ma criminal when 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 sayin', "Fuck the law"   And if you wonder why I'm mad, check the record   What's a nigga gotta do to get respected?      Sometimes I think I'm getting tested   And if I don't say, "Yes" a nigga quick to get arrested   That's the reason I stay zestin'   I keep a vest on my chest incase the cops is getting restless   Walkin' 'round 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 a 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 motherfuckas wanna murder me   And I wonder if the Lord ever heard of me   I need loot, so I'm doin' what I do   And don't say shit until you've walked in my shoes   There's no other destiny to choose   I had nothing left to lose, so I'm singin' the po nigga blues      Why'd you slang crack?   'Cause I had to   Why'd you slang crack?   'Cause I had to   Why'd you slang crack?   'Cause I had to   A nigga gotta pay the fuckin' rent      Pappa need brand new shoes, but what the fuck can a nigga do   My little boy gotta eat too   So why must I sock a fella? Just live large like Rocafella   And did you ever stop to think? I'm old enough to go to war   But I ain't old enough to drink   Cops wanna hit me with the book, and you're hooked on my   'I don't give a fuck look      Makin' 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'm a fool for mine, nigga   And my pockets stay empty   To my brother in the barrio   You're livin' worse then the niggas in ghetto so   I give a fuck about your language or complexion   You got love for the niggas in my section      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 chip   For a blond haired, blue eyed Caucasian bitch   Down with my home boy, rich   Fuck a snitch and groupie ass bitch   And a nigga with a cellular phone   Leave his baby at home so he can go out and bone   And you wonder why we blazin' niggas   'Cause you punks havin' babies can't raise the niggas   And they damned to be fuck ups too   Drink 40s of brew, singin' the nigga blues      Why'd you slang crack?   'Cause I had to   Why'd you slang crack?   'Cause I had to   Why'd you slang crack?   'Cause I had to   Now I'm headin' for the motherfuckin' pen      Why'd you slang crack?   'Cause I had to   Why'd you slang crack?   'Cause I had to   Why'd you slang crack?   'Cause I had to   Now I'm headin' for the motherfuckin' pen      Why'd you slang crack?   'Cause I had to   Why'd you slang crack?   'Cause I had to   Why'd you slang crack?   'Cause I had to   Now I'm headin' for the motherfuckin' pen      Yeah   Oo yeah   Oo yeah   Aye, no