I'm Black

歌詞

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