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They try to take advantage of a nigga cause i'm black |
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They lookin' at me strange so i'm lookin' at they ass back |
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I got a little problem so i'm writin' you a note |
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A letter to the kkk from the black folks |
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I'm tryin' to get it on, tryin' to check the grip |
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And there goes officer cracker tryin' to sink my ****en battleship |
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Turnin' on his flashers, callin' up the dogs |
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Now my lexus coupe is flex surrounded by the hogs |
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Snatchin' out my seats, tellin' me i sell dope |
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Am i on probation or parole? i tell 'em **** no! |
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Tell me mister officer, what's the problem? |
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What's the matter? |
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Why you gotta treat us like scum? is it that a |
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Nigga's doin' a tad bit better than you? |
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And brutality is all that you crackers can do |
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And mark me up for resistin' yo ass |
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When in reality officer friendly kicked my ass, damn! |
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You overflex your authority too |
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Put your foot in my shoe, and let me try on your boot |
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So i can run it in reverse |
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You can treat me like god, and i can treat you like dirt! |
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The 22 years i been here i saw |
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Mother****ers disrespect god before they disrespect the law |
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But yo i gots ta diss 'em |
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Cuz i refuse to be mislead by this ungodly system |
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Mister president i beatin' on yo back do' |
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I make yo mind doin' rap but i'm black doe... nigga |
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'we are united states of america. you honestly believe |
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Just because you wear bags that means you care? |
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You have the right to abuse and treat my people like |
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They're animals on the street? i'll be damned you're |
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Bloods will flow with the hands of the black man |
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In the same streets that you killed me and my brothers in.' |
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Mister mister officer, mister officer, mister sergeant |
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Just because i'm young and i'm black i'm a target? |
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You say i'm sellin' dope but you fake |
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Cuz young dope dealers flash cash and make mistakes |
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And besides we ain't dealin' no mo' |
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Look at my hood, we ain't killin' no mo' so |
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Everybody's yellin' peace |
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The only war that's goin' on is goin' on with the police |
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Cuz they ain't stoppin' with the bullshit |
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If they could they'd lock us up with some chains and swing a bull whip |
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Cuz they figure they're the master |
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And they can take you to jail or take your lifes |
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Them sorry bastards |
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That makes me wonder why |
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The five-o can determine if we live or if a nigga dies |
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And to me that shit is bull |
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Only god can take life but i still gotta watch the law |
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It's bad enough i watch the next g |
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But even worse i gots ta watch the mother****ers who protect me |
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They ****en packin gats yo |
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They serve and protect, they don't respect cuz i'm black hoe |
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'every black man that is a car jacker will start jackin' |
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Police cars and watch jaw brains shad on the dashboard. |
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Why when you pull us over you show us your pistols before |
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You aks us for our drivers license? somethin' is not right!' |
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Rollin through my hood in my mother****in' dropper |
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Gettin' tailgated by a mother****in' copper |
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But i ain't got respect for you mother****in' dickheads |
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Cuz y'all was straight hoes back in school nerdy shitheads |
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I finally figured out why you bitches roll in packs |
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Cuz niggas who ain't shit talk loud and pack gats |
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You got a ****en pistol, now you think you're a vip man |
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But you can get cut becuase you'd be just like the next man |
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Holdin' me for nothin' |
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Runnin' my ****en license plates |
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My plates come clean |
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You call the dea |
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The dea |
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Says i'm a known drug dealer |
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Straight born killer |
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A mother****in' wig splitter |
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He don't know shit about a nigga but i'm black |
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As far as he's concerned all niggas push crack |
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And plus i'm 22, that really makes 'em check |
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A drop-top benz, lexus coupe, no respect |
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I gotta be doin' long i'm hidin' somethin' from the demons |
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He gotta be stringin' yale, let's play someone that's pregnant |
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Cuz niggas can't have shit but i'm a mother****in' troop |
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You come to us like luke |
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Undercover david duke |
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Mister david duke |
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Mister officer |
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Mister mister master |
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I'm pickin' out your coffin sir |
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Die mother****ers, i'll send your folks my worst |
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A breast of pig in a mother****in' hearse |
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So **** you mother****ers, punk bitches take that |
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Cuz i'm real with the shit that i speak cuz i... |
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(outro) |
