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Utwór: I'm Black

  • wykonawca: Scarface
  • album: The World Is Yours
  • wyświetleń: 905

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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