They try to take advantage of a nigga cause Im black
They lookin at me strange so Im lookin at they ass back
I got a little problem so Im writin you a note
A letter to the kkk from the black folks
Im 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, whats the problem?
Whats the matter?
Why you gotta treat us like scum? is it that a
Niggas 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 Im 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
Theyre animals on the street? Ill be damned youre
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 Im young and Im black Im a target?
You say Im sellin dope but you fake
Cuz young dope dealers flash cash and make mistakes
And besides we aint dealin no mo
Look at my hood, we aint killin no mo so
Everybodys yellin peace
The only war thats goin on is goin on with the police
Cuz they aint stoppin with the bullshit
If they could theyd lock us up with some chains and swing a bull whip
Cuz they figure theyre 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
Its 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 dont respect cuz Im 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 aint got respect for you motherfuckin dickheads
Cuz yall was straight hoes back in school nerdy shitheads
I finally figured out why you bitches roll in packs
Cuz niggas who aint shit talk loud and pack gats
You got a fucken pistol, now you think youre a vip man
But you can get cut becuase youd 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 Im a known drug dealer
Straight born killer
A motherfuckin wig splitter
He dont know shit about a nigga but Im black
As far as hes concerned all niggas push crack
And plus Im 22, that really makes em check
A drop-top benz, lexus coupe, no respect
I gotta be doin long Im hidin somethin from the demons
He gotta be stringin yale, lets play someone thats pregnant
Cuz niggas cant have shit but Im a motherfuckin troop
You come to us like luke
Undercover david duke
Mister david duke
Mister officer
Mister mister master
Im pickin out your coffin sir
Die motherfuckers, Ill send your folks my worst
A breast of pig in a motherfuckin hearse
So fuck you motherfuckers, punk bitches take that
Cuz Im real with the shit that I speak cuz i...
(outro)
