In and out was the movement of the bozack
 It was hot and sweaty and lots of pushin
 Then the nut came gushin
 And it was hell tryin to bail to the ovary
 With nuttin but the Lord lookin over me
 I was white with a tail
 But when I reached the finish line  young black male!
 One cell made two  and two cells made fo'
 and so on  so now I'm a embryo
 Then I got a hunch
 that I'ma be on lockdown, for nine months
 Chillin, with my mother to guide me
 And nuttin but a stomach to hide me
 from all that worry and bullshit
 Nine months later, I elbow pull and kick
 cause my time is up and I don't care
 With one big push, I'm outta there
 June 15th, it's just my luck
 In 1969, a nigga is the product

 "Ghetto ass nigga, you ain't shit,
 and you ain't gon' never be shit!"

 I learned how to walk and talk and all that
 They put me in school, but it don't matter
 Cause I'm sittin in history
 Learnin bout a sucker, who didn't give a fuck about me
 They try to shape us
 But I know Uncle Sam is a motherfuckin rapist
 So I stopped payin attention
 Ice Cube, headed, straight to detention
 Fuck that shit, I roam the hallways
 I'm sent home and I don't got all A's
 A high school dropout
 My father had beef so I tried to knock pops out
 But I got tossed, he's the boss
 I'm out of there and mad cause I lost
 Now bein on my own is a factor
 So I become, the neighborhood jacker
 Gimme your car, run your jewels
 Makin a livin robbin fools
 And if I let my nine rang out
 You know, it'll make your brains hang out
 So what's your fate?
 Am I the nigga you love, or the one you love to hate?
 The wrong answer is said, the nigga fled
 I pump lead, now he's in a puddle of red
 And if you got a buck, you're shit out of luck
 Stuck up by the motherfuckin product

 "Uh-uh motherfucker you gots to get a job
 if you wanna stay in my motherfuckin house"

 "Many young men reject the traditional values
 that are important to their parents.
 Church, school and family
 have been replaced by street, turf, and gang."

 Twenty-one now, and paid in full
 Feelin bad, from all the shit I pulled
 on people back in the day
 Plus, I got a little baby on the way
 So I'm tryin to go straight
 I'm with my baby's momma, out on a date
 Til the punk ass cops ran my plate
 Now I'm on a bus upstate

 "Oh, the young nigga done caught a case!"
 "Sittin in the mess hall, sayin my grace" -> LL Cool J

 Sent to a concrete hoe-house
 Where all the products go, no doubt
 Yo momma, I gotta do eleven
 Livin in a five by seven
 Dear baby, your man's gettin worn out
 of seein young boys gettin they assholes torn out
 And then he got shanked with a spoon
 And he was 'sposed to get out soon
 Is it my fault, he was caught in production
 Where a young black life means nothin
 Just because, I didn't want to learn your grammar
 you say I'm better off in the slammer
 And it's drivin me batty
 Cause my little boy, is missin daddy
 I'm ashamed, but the fact is
 I wish pops let me off on the mattress
 Or should I just hang from the top bunk
 But that's goin out like a punk
 My life is FUCKED!
 But it ain't my fault, cause I'm the motherfuckin product

 "He ain't shit