vantage 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
A letter to the KKK from the black folks
And there goes officer cracker tryin'
to sink my fuckin' battleship
Now my Lexus Coupe is flex
Am I on probation or parole?
Why you gotta treat us like
Nigga's doin' a tad bit better than you?
And brutality is all that
And mark me up for resistin' yo ass
When in reality officer friendly
You over flex 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!
Motherfuckers disrespect god
before they disrespect the law
But yo I gots ta diss 'em
Cause I refuse to be mislead
Mister president I beatin'
I make yo mind doin' rap but
"We are United States of Amer
ica. You honestly believe
Just because you wear bags
You have the right to abuse
They're animals on the street?
Bloods will flow with the
In the same streets that you killed
Mister mister officer, mister officer,
Just because I'm young and
Cause young dope dealers flash
And besides we ain't dealin' no mo'
we ain't killin' no mo' so
Everybody's yellin' peace
The only war that's goin' on
is goin' on with the police
Cause they ain't stoppin'
If they could they'd lock us up with
some chains and swing a bull whip
Cause they figure they're
And they can take you to jail
The five- o can determine if we
And to me that shit is bull
Only god can take life but I still
It's bad enough I watch tahe next G
But even worse I got's ta watch the
motherfuckers who protect me
They fuckin' packing gat s yo
they don't respect 'cause I'm black hoe
"Every black man that is a car
jacker will start jackin'
Police cars and watch jaw brains
Why when you pull us over
you show us your pistols before
You aks us for our drivers license?
Rollin through my hood in my
But I ain't got respect for you
'cause y'all was straight hoes back
in school nerdy shitheads
I finally figured out why you
shit talk loud and pack gats
You got a fuckin' pistol,
now you think you're a VIP man
But you can get cut because you'd
be just like the next man
Runnin' my fuckin' li cense plates
Says I'm a known drug dealer
A motherfuckin' wig splitter
I gotta be doin' long I'm hidin'
somethin' from the demons
He gotta be stringin' yale,
let's play someone that's pregnant
Cause niggas can't have shit but
I'm a motherfucking troop
I'm pickin' out your coffin sir
I'll send your folks my worst
A breast of pig in a motherfucking hearse
So fuck you motherfuckers,
shit that I speak 'cause I
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