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 beatin` on yo back do`
I make yo mind 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 doin` long I`m hidin` somethin` from the demons
He gotta be stringin` yale, let`s play someone that`s pregnant
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...