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They try to take advantage of a nigga cause I'm blackThey lookin' at me strange so I'm lookin' at they ass backI got a little problem so I'm writin' you a noteA letter to the KKK from the black folksI'm tryin' to get it on, tryin' to check the gripand there goes officer cracker tryin' to sink my fucken battleshipTurnin' on his flashers, callin' up the dogsnow my Lexus Coupe is flex surrounded by the hogsSnatchin' out my seats, tellin' me I sell dopeam 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 anigga's doin' a tad bit better than you?and brutality is all that you crackers can doand mark me up for resistin' yo asswhen in reality officer friendly kicked my ass, damn!You overflex your authority tooPut your foot in my shoe, and let me try on your bootSo I can run it in reverseyou can treat me like god, and I can treat you like dirt!The 22 years I been here I sawmotherfuckers disrespect god before they disrespect the lawbut yo I gots ta diss 'emcuz I refuse to be mislead by this ungodly systemmister 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 likethey're animals on the street? I'll be damned you'rebloods will flow with the hands of the black manin the same streets that you killed me and my brothers in."Mister mister officer, mister officer, mister sergeantJust because I'm young and I'm black I'm a target?You say I'm sellin' dope but you fakecuz young dope dealers flash cash and make mistakesand besides we ain't dealin' no mo'look at my hood, we ain't killin' no mo' soeverybody's yellin' peaceThe only war that's goin' on is goin' on with the policecuz they ain't stoppin' with the bullshitIf they could they'd lock us up with some chains and swing a bull whipcuz they figure they're the masterand they can take you to jail or take your lifesthem sorry bastardsThat makes me wonder whythe five-o can determine if we live or if a nigga diesand to me that shit is bullonly god can take life but I still gotta watch the lawIt's bad enough I watch the next Gbut even worse I gots ta watch the motherfuckers who protect meThey fucken packin gats yoThey 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 beforeyou aks us for our drivers license? Somethin' is not right!"Rollin through my hood in my motherfuckin' dropperGettin' tailgated by a motherfuckin' copperBut I ain't got respect for you motherfuckin' dickheadscuz y'all was straight hoes back in school nerdy shitheadsI finally figured out why you bitches roll in packscuz niggas who ain't shit talk loud and pack gatsYou got a fucken pistol, now you think you're a VIP manbut you can get cut becuase you'd be just like the next manHoldin' me for nothin'Runnin' my fucken license platesMy plates come cleanYou call the DEAThe DEAsays I'm a known drug dealerstraight born killera motherfuckin' wig splitterHe don't know shit about a nigga but I'm blackAs far as he's concerned all niggas push crackand plus I'm 22, that really makes 'em checka drop-top Benz, Lexus Coupe, no respectI gotta be doin' long I'm hidin' somethin' from the demonsHe gotta be stringin' yale, let's play someone that's pregnantcuz niggas can't have shit but I'm a motherfuckin' troopYou come to us like LukeUndercover David DukeMister David DukeMister officerMister mister masterI'm pickin' out your coffin sirDie motherfuckers, I'll send your folks my worsta breast of pig in a motherfuckin' hearseSo fuck you motherfuckers, punk bitches take thatcuz I'm real with the shit that I speak cuz I...[Outro]more free lyrics