Key: G major
Intro 1
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They try to take ad
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vantage of a nigga cause I'm black
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They lookin' at me strange so
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I'm lookin' at they ass back
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I got a little problem so I'm
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writin' you a note
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A letter to the KKK from the black folks
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I'm try in' to get it on
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tryin' to check the grip
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And there goes officer cracker tryin'
to sink my fuckin' battleship
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Turnin' on his flashers
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callin' up the dogs
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Now my Lex us Coupe is flex
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surrounded by the hogs
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Snatchin' out my seats,
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tellin' me I sell dope
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Am I on probation or parole?
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I tell 'em fuck no!
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Tell me mister officer,
what's the problem?
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What's the matter?
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Why you gotta treat us like
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scum? Is it that a
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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
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kicked my ass, damn!
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You over flex your authority too
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Put your foot in my shoe,
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and let me try on your boot
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So I can run it in reverse
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You can treat me like god,
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and I can treat you like dirt!
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The 22 years I been
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here I saw
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Motherfuckers disrespect god
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before they disrespect the law
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But yo I gots ta diss 'em
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Cause I refuse to be mislead
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by this ungodly system
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Mister president I beatin'
on yo back do'
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I make yo mind doin' rap but
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I'm black doe, nigga
Verse 2
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"We are United States of Amer
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ica. You honestly believe
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Just because you wear bags
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that means you care?
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You have the right to ab use
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and treat my people like
They're animals on the street?
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I'll be damned you're
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Bloods will flow with the
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hands of the black man
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In the same streets that you killed
me and my brothers in."
Verse 3
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Mister mister officer, mister officer,
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mister sergeant
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Just because I'm young and
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I'm black I'm a target?
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You say I'm sellin'
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dope but you fake
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Cause young dope dealers flash
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cash and make mistakes
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And besides we ain't dealin' no mo'
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Look at my hood,
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we ain't killin' no mo' so
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Everybody's yellin' peace
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The only war that's goin' on
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is goin' on with the police
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Cause they ain't stoppin'
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with the bull shit
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If they could they'd lock us up with
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some chains and swing a bull whip
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Cause they figure they're
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the master
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And they can take you to jail
or take your life's
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Them sorry bas tards
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That makes me wonder why
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The five- o can determine if we
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live or if a nigga dies
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And to me that shit is bull
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Only god can take life but I still
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gotta watch the law
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It's bad enough I watch tahe next G
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But even worse I got's ta watch the
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motherfuckers who protect me
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They fuckin' packing gat s yo
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They serve and protect,
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they don't respect 'cause I'm black hoe
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"Every black man that is a car
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jacker will start jackin'
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Police cars and watch jaw brains
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shad on the dashboard.
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Why when you pull us over
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you show us your pistols before
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You aks us for our drivers license?
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Somethin' is not right!"
Verse 5
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Rollin through my hood in my
motherfuckin' dropper
Gettin' tailgated by a
motherfuckin' copper
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But I ain't got respect for you
motherfuckin' dickheads
'cause y'all was straight hoes back
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in school nerdy shitheads
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I finally figured out why you
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bitches roll in packs
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Cause niggas who ain't
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shit talk loud and pack gats
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You got a fuckin' pis tol,
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now you think you're a VIP man
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But you can get cut because you'd
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be just like the next man
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Holdin' me for nothin'
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Runnin' my fuckin' li cense plates
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My plates come clean
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You call the DEA
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The DEA
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Says I'm a known drug dealer
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Straight born killer
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A motherfuckin' wig splitter
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He don't know shit about
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a nigga but I'm black
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As far as he's concerned
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all niggas push crack
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And plus I'm 22, that
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really makes 'em check
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A drop- top Benz,
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Lex us Coupe, no respect
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I gotta be doin' long I'm hidin'
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somethin' from the demons
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He gotta be stringin' yale,
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let's play someone that's pregnant
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Cause niggas can't have shit but
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I'm a motherfucking troop
You come to us like Luke
Undercover David Duke
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Mister David Duke
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Mister officer
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Mister mister master
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I'm pickin' out your coffin sir
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Die motherfuckers,
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I'll send your folks my worst
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A breast of pig in a motherfucking hearse
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So fuck you motherfuckers,
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punk bitches take that
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Cause I'm real with the
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shit that I speak 'cause I
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