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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...



(Outro)

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...



(Outro)

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