They try to take of a nigga 'cause I'm black lookin' at me strange, so I'm lookin' at they ass back I got a little problem, so I'm you a note A to the KKK from the black folks
I'm tryin' to get it on, to check the grip And goes officer cracker tryin' to sink my fuckin' battleship on his flashers, callin' up the dogs Now my Lexus Coupe is surrounded by the hogs
Snatchin' out my seats, tellin' me I dope Am I on probation or I tell 'em fuck, no Tell me Officer, what's the problem? What's the matter? Why you gotta treat us like
Is it that a nigga's doin' a tad bit better than And is all that you crackers can do And me up for resistin' yo ass When in reality officer kicked my ass, damn
You overflex authority too Put your foot in my shoe and let me try on boot So I can run it in You can treat me like God and I can you like dirt
The 22 years I here, I saw Motherfuckers disrespect God before they the law But yo, I gots to 'em 'Cause I refuse to be mislead by this ungodly
Mister President, I beatin' on yo do' I yo mind doin' rap but I'm black doe, nigga
"We are United States of America, you believe Just because you wear bags means you care? You have the right to abuse and my people Like they're animals on the street? I'll be Your bloods will flow the hands of the black man In the same streets that you me and my brothers in"
Mister Officer, Mister Officer, Mister Sergeant Just I'm young and I'm black, I'm a target? You say I'm sellin' dope but you 'Cause young dope dealers flash cash and mistakes
And besides we ain't no mo' Look at my hood, we ain't no mo' So yellin' peace The only war that's goin' on is goin' on with the
'Cause they ain't with the bullshit If they they'd lock us up with some chains and swing a bull whip 'Cause they figure they're the And they can take you to jail or take your
sorry bastards that makes me wonder why The Five-O can determine if we live or if a nigga And to me, that is bull Only God can take life but I still watch the law
It's bad enough, I watch the next G but worse I gots to watch the motherfuckers who me They packin' gats, yo They serve and protect, don't respect 'cause I'm black, hoe
"Every man that is a car jacker will start jackin' Police cars and jaw brains shad on the dashboard Why when you pull us you show us your pistols Beforeyou asks us for our license? Somethin' is not right"
Rollin' through my hood in my motherfuckin' Gettin' tailgated by a motherfuckin' But I ain't got respect for you motherfuckin' 'Cause y'all was straight back in school, nerdy shitheads
I finally out why you bitches roll in packs 'Cause niggas who ain't shit talk and pack gats You got a fuckin' pistol, now you think a VIP man But you can get cut you'd be just like the next man
Holdin' me for nothin', runnin' my fuckin' plates My plates clean, you call the DEA The DEA I'm a known drug dealer Straight killer, a motherfuckin' wig splitter
He don't know about a nigga but I'm black As far as he's concerned, all niggas push And plus I'm 22 that really makes 'em A Benz, Lexus Coupe, no respect
I gotta be doin' long, I'm somethin' from the demons He gotta be stringin' yale, let's play someone that's 'Cause niggas can't have shit but I'm a troop
You come to us Luke, Undercover David Duke David Duke, Mister officer, Mister Mister Master I'm out your coffin, Sir
Die motherfuckers, I'll send folks my worst A breast of pig in a motherfuckin' So fuck you motherfuckers, punk bitches take 'Cause I'm real the shit that I speak 'cause I